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Against All Odds

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Summary : You recently joined the Avengers, and everyone has accepted you except for Bucky. Now, the challenge lies in proving him wrong, but can you succeed changing his mind and earn his trust? Or do you have to do more to earn it? (geez, I’m suck at this)

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader (No mentions of body type or ethnicity other than the reader being female)

TW: SMUT, 18+, strong language, enemies-to-lovers-ish, oral (m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation (slut calling), slight choking, orgasm denial

Word Count: Around 10k (I know it's a bit long, I got carried away. Sorry) → smut is like 4k hehe

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story, and it’s a smut one at that. English isn't my first language, so apologies for any mistakes or bad grammar. I hope you still enjoy the story!

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3

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These are the aesthetic for part 1 (solely for visual representation of what going to happen on the story, this meant no representation for body type or ethnicity)

You've always been a dependable agent ever since you were young, someone who could handle the toughest missions without letting your emotions get in the way. Nick Fury spotted your potential when you were just a kid, taking you under his wing. It was his belief in you that kept you going, and it all led to the thrilling moment when he thought it was time for you to join the Avengers. After all those years of hard work, it felt like a dream come true.

Then came your first day with the team. You'd just joined, and they wanted to see how good you were in a fight. You almost beat Natasha in a really intense battle, proving to everyone that you totally belonged with the Avengers. Your determination to show your worth never wavered. But there was this one guy, Bucky Barnes, who just couldn't seem to trust you no matter what.

On your first day with the Avengers, the training room buzzed with anticipation as you faced off against Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow. It was a test of your combat skills, a way to see if you had what it took to be part of Earth's mightiest heroes. The desire to become one of them, although it might sound cliché and cringey, burned within you.

The Avengers, including Nick Fury, Captain America, Iron Man, Winter Soldier, Hawkeye and Thor, watched from up above, all curious and eager to see how you'd do. Their faces showed they were rooting for you.

However, as you glanced upward to catch your breath, your eyes locked onto Bucky Barnes. He stood there, solitary and stern, arms crossed over his chest. His intense gaze bore into you, but unlike the other Avengers, his expression was far from encouraging. There was a deep skepticism in his eyes, a doubt that seemed unshakable, and it cast a shadow over your determination to prove yourself to the team.

Natasha, dressed in her familiar black outfit, gave you a serious look that made you stop staring up. When she spoke, you turned your attention to her. "Think you've got this, newbie?" she teased, a touch of amusement in her voice.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This was your moment to prove yourself, and there was no turning back. The weight of your new Avengers uniform felt both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. "I'm ready, Natasha.", you responded with determination. You weren't going to back down now.

Natasha grinned. "We'll see about that."

The two of you circled each other, and then, without warning, Natasha lunged at you with lightning speed. Her attack was quick and precise, but you were able to block it, thanks to your training. As the two of you sparred, the crowd cheered and shouted their support. It was a battle of wits and willpower, and neither of you was willing to give up.

"You're good," Natasha admitted, her voice dripping with genuine admiration. "But let's see how you handle this." With a fluid motion, she unleashed a series of acrobatic moves, flipping and twisting through the air before landing gracefully behind you.

You spun around to face her, sweat beading on your forehead. "Impressive, but I'm not done yet."

The fight continued, and you pushed yourself to keep up with Natasha's relentless assault. Your training and instincts kicked in, and you began to hold your own. It was a back-and-forth battle, each of you landing hits and dodging the other's attacks.

But Natasha was more experienced than you, and eventually, she managed to overpower you. She had you pinned to the ground, her face inches away from yours. You struggled against her grip, but she held you firmly in place. "Had enough?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gritting your teeth, you mustered all the determination you had left. "Not a chance," you replied, refusing to admit defeat.

The crowd went wild as Natasha delivered the final blow, knocking you out. She stood there, victorious, a small smile playing on her lips acknowledging your impressive performance. "Good fight," she said, extending a hand to help you up.

You accepted her hand, "Thanks, Natasha. You're incredible."

The room erupted in applause, and everyone from the observation deck descended to congratulate you. Fury, wearing a proud smile, gave you a warm hug. "Well done, Y/N. You're officially part of the team," he declared, his words filled with pride. He whispered, "I'm proud of you, Y/N," and it meant the world to you.

But amid the celebration with your new teammates, there was one person who didn't seem as thrilled. James "Bucky" Barnes, the Winter Soldier, stood in a quiet corner of the room, his expression inscrutable.

You had felt his presence throughout the entire match, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. Bucky's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, then he turned and left the room, leaving you feeling more confused than ever.

Bucky went out of his way to undermine your confidence, pushing you to the brink of quitting time and time again. His words still fresh in your mind. "I don't think you're cut out for this, kid. This isn't a game. It's a matter of life and death. You’re not ready for this."

It hurt. You didn't understand why he was so determined to bring you down. What had you done to make him dislike you so much? Despite Bucky's relentless doubts, you refused to back down. You were determined to earn his respect, just as you had with the rest of the team.

So, every day, you trained harder, pushed yourself further, and proved your worth on every mission. Your hope was that one day, Bucky would finally see you for the capable agent you truly were and put his doubts to rest once and for all.

One day, as you were making your way to the gym, the sound of voices caught your attention. It was Bucky and Steve, engaged in a hushed conversation that seemed to revolve around you. Curiosity piqued, you tried to maintain a discreet distance, keen on hearing what they were saying. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Buck, I think you're being too hard on her. She's a good fighter and she's eager to learn," Steve argued.

Bucky's skepticism remained unshaken. "I'm just trying to watch out for the team. She's a liability, not ready for this kind of responsibility."

Steve being the optimist pushed back gently, his support for you evident in his tone. "I think you're the only one who feels that way."

Bucky's voice grew firmer as he explained his perspective. "She's only here 'cause Nick Fury vouched for her. There are others who deserve this chance more. I could name a couple who'd fit better on this team than her."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, casting doubt on your worthiness. It was difficult to hear that the person you looked up to and wanted to prove yourself to was actually against you, even though Bucky's argument was valid.

You couldn't help but question if your acceptance into the Avengers was indeed solely because of Fury. You had always believed that your spot on the Avengers was earned through your skills and dedication. Bucky's doubts made you second-guess if you had truly earned your place.

"Buck, there's more to it than that," Steve replied, his voice steady. "Just be patient with her."

Unable to endure the conversation any longer, your heart felt heavy as you turned away, doing your best to conceal the hurt that washed over your face. With resolve, you changed your course and headed towards the field track, hoping a run would help clear your mind.

Later, as the sun set on the horizon, you were still out running laps. Your thoughts were racing, and your body was aching, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

"You're gonna wear yourself out if you keep pushing like that."

You jumped, startled by the sudden voice. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Bucky standing a few feet away, his arms crossed.

Caught off guard, you tried to put on a brave face. "I'm okay," you lied, attempting to hide the pain that was clearly etched on your face. Stopping abruptly had caused your feet to throb with discomfort.

Bucky, however, wasn't buying your façade. He narrowed his eyes, his concern deepening. "You're not. You're hurt."

In response, you shook your head stubbornly, your pride urging you to push through the pain. "I'll manage," you insisted, even though every step sent a sharp twinge through your feet.

Bucky's gaze remained sharp and unwavering. "You're not fooling anyone with that."

Deep down, you knew he was right. The pain was becoming harder to ignore, and your stubbornness could only take you so far. But in that moment, you weren't quite ready to admit defeat or show weakness, especially not to someone like Bucky.

Bucky took a step closer, his expression resolute. "Come on, we're heading inside," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I'm okay, I can-." You began to protest, but he interrupted you firmly, "Y/N, enough. This is an order. You're only making my job more difficult by trying to tough it out. Let's go, and I don't want to hear another word from you."

Reluctantly, you fell silent and went along with Bucky, allowing him to guide you back to the facility. As you walked, you couldn't help but mull over his earlier words, "You're making my job harder by trying to tough it out." It left you wondering why he cared or felt responsible for you, especially when you believed he disliked you.

Once inside, Bucky seated you and fetched a glass of water. Taking a sip, you felt a wave of relief as it helped ease some of your fatigue. Then, without uttering a word, Bucky briefly stepped away, returning in less than a minute with bandages and medicine in hand.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't resist asking, "What's all that for?" Your eyes were drawn to the medical supplies.

"Take off your shoes and socks," Bucky directed, his tone brooking no dissent.

"I don't think I need..." You began to protest, but a quick glance at Bucky's determined face made it clear that there was no room for discussion.

Letting out a sigh, you gave in and removed your shoes and socks. What you saw shocked you: your feet were in a terrible state, bleeding and covered with painful blisters, a clear result of your overly enthusiastic run.

You heard Bucky mutter a curse under his breath as he knelt down in front of you. "Bucky, seriously, I can handle it," you tried to protest, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Just stay put and let me take care of this." His voice was firm, and he got to work tending to your battered feet. Gently, he placed your feet on his lap, starting to clean the cuts on your soles. You winced slightly as the sting of the alcohol met the open wounds.

While he busied himself tending to your injuries, you found your gaze drifting to him. Bucky was undeniably handsome and hot, you couldn't help but appreciate his appearance. As your eyes met his, he suddenly looked up at you.

"Got something on your mind?" he asked, his expression as enigmatic as ever.

You blinked, realizing that you'd been staring. Heat crept into your cheeks as you stammered, "I, uh, have an issue with my shoes." You finally managed to say, though it wasn't exactly the eloquent response you'd hoped for.

Bucky, his expression unamused, retorted, "Well, that's clear." After he finished bandaging your wounds, he added, "But there's more to it than just your shoes."

"You can't be out here, pushing yourself so hard if you're going to injure yourself. This isn't a game. You must take care of yourself. You can't expect to get the full experience if you're going to hurt yourself." His words were harsh, but they were true.

"I know," you admitted with a sigh, guilt gnawing at you. "I just got caught up and lost track of time. It's not that bad."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Not that bad?" He challenged you. "Then stand up. Let's see how not that bad it really is."

Your cheeks burned. You could already feel the ache in your legs and the throbbing pain in your feet. But you refused to show any weakness. Not now. Not in front of him.

"Fine." With a determined look, you pushed yourself up from the chair, wincing as you put weight on your injured soles. Your feet stung, and your muscles were sore, but you gritted your teeth and pushed through it.

Bucky couldn't help but scoff, clearly frustrated with your stubbornness and tendency to challenge him.  "You want to be part of this team, right?"

You nodded, your determination unwavering despite the discomfort. "Yeah, I do.”

"Then you need to stop being reckless and start acting like an Avenger. We can't afford to have someone on our team who's too stubborn to admit when they're injured. It's only gonna make things worse." he said firmly, taking a step closer to you. "Maybe you could start by, I don't know, following orders and not talking back every chance you get."

The harshness in his words took you by surprise, but they also cut deep. Because you knew he was right.

With that he left the room, leaving you behind to wallow in shame. You knew he was right. But it hurt, especially coming from him.

Weeks later, you received the news that you'd be joining the team on your very first mission. The excitement bubbled up inside you as you geared up for the assignment. But as the mission unfolded, things took a turn for the worse.

You spotted a group of enemies heading for a crowded area and impulsively decided to engage them without waiting for the team's signal or support. Your intentions were to protect the civilians, but your recklessness got the best of you. Your impulsive move led to a chaotic firefight, and in the midst of the chaos, a civilian stumbled into the line of fire, narrowly escaping harm.

Bucky, who had been keeping an eye on you, witnessed the entire sequence of events unfold. His anger and frustration boiled over as he watched you put not only yourself but also innocent bystanders in danger.

Inside the quinjet, as the mission concluded, he couldn't contain his fury any longer. "What the fuck was that, Y/N?!" he erupted, his voice echoing in the confined space.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame and regret.

"Sorry isn't good enough!" Bucky snapped, his intense gaze burning into you. You couldn't bear to meet his eyes, and instead, you cast your gaze downward, your hands trembling with the weight of your mistake.

"If you're gonna keep making mistakes like that, then maybe you don't belong on this team. You could've gotten someone killed back there." His words stung, but he was right.

Natasha stepped in to defend you, "Bucky, it was an accident, and it was her first mission. Everyone makes mistake.”

Bucky didn't back down. "Yeah, and accidents can cost lives, Nat. She need to be more careful," he retorted, glaring back at you. "You can't afford to be an idiot like that out there. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled, his anger getting the best of him.

Clint said, "Hey! Enough. She's done enough of a beating already, I know she can do better next time."

"There might not be a next time," Bucky grumbled.

Confusion and worry welled up inside you. 'What do you mean by that?' you wondered silently, unable to find your voice.

Bucky's frustration boiled over as he remarked, "Maybe she should think twice about putting others at risk if she can't handle it."

You turned your gaze away, determined not to let the tears fall. Tony took charge of the situation, his voice steady and reassuring. "Alright, that's enough," Tony declared firmly. "We're all on edge right now after what happened. We all know she can do better, and we'll address it later. For now, let's just concentrate on getting back home."

The rest of the ride was filled with tension, Bucky's glare never leaving you as you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Wanda noticed your discomfort and moved over to sit next to you. She placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and asked gently, "How are you holding up?"

You appreciated Wanda's concern and gave her a small, grateful smile. "I'll be okay," you replied softly. "Just need some time to process everything. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed."

Wanda patted your shoulder again, offering more comfort. "Mistakes are part of learning, especially on your first mission. Remember, the key is to learn from them and get better. Don't let Bucky's words get to you too much."

You let out a weary sigh, realizing the truth in her words. "Yeah, I know.”

The quinjet touched down on the landing pad, and a sense of relief washed over you as you realized you were finally back home. This was it. You were finally home. "We'll talk later, okay?" Wanda asked, giving you a sympathetic smile.

You nodded appreciatively at her and quickly made your way to your room. You wanted nothing more than to lock yourself away and forget the whole thing ever happened. But the guilt and shame were too much to bear.

About a month after the incident, news of another mission started to circulate rapidly around the Avengers' headquarters. The buzz of excitement and anticipation filled the air, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions—both excitement and anxiety. This mission was your chance to redeem yourself after the missteps on your first assignment.

Determined to discuss your readiness for this new mission, you sought out Steve. As you approached his office, you noticed him engrossed in reading some files. You gently knocked on the open door.

"Hi Steve, may I come in?" you asked politely.

Steve looked up from the files and offered you a welcoming smile. He promptly closed the documents and gestured for you to enter. "Of course, come in Y/N." You stepped into his office, and he continued, "How are you doing, by the way?" Steve motioned for you to take a seat, showing genuine concern.

You settled into the chair across from him and fidgeted with your fingers, trying to find the right words. "I'm good, better than what happened last time..." You paused, your voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry about last time..."

Steve's warm smile remained reassuring. "Hey, Y/N, that's okay. We all make mistakes," he said with a reassuring tone, "Don't beat yourself up too much about it, okay?" His kindness and understanding were a comfort, making you feel grateful for his leadership and support.

"So, what brings you here?" Steve asked with a welcoming smile.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "I heard there's another mission in 2 days..." After a pause, you continued, "But I haven't received the assignment or briefing for it..."

Steve's friendly expression faltered, and he sighed. "Y/N, about that..." He looked genuinely conflicted. "We already have teams assigned to cover that mission. You don't need to worry about it."

Your heart sank, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. It was becoming increasingly clear that you were being sidelined. "Is this because of what happened on the last mission?" You finally voiced your concern, your tone a mix of frustration and hurt.

Steve must've noticed the change in your tone. "Y/N, there'll be plenty of missions, and you'll definitely join the next one, okay?"

You took a deep breath and forced a smile, masking the pain that was gnawing at you. "Ah, okay, Steve." You chuckled, though it felt forced. "That's alright, I was just curious.”

Steve smiled weakly, but you could tell he understood your disappointment. "Y/N..."

You got up from the seat, disappointment heavy in your chest. You knew this was likely Bucky's doing. "Thank you, Captain, for the information. Good luck on the mission!" With that, you turned and left the room, trying to hide your frustration and disappointment.

As everyone prepared to leave for the mission, they bid you farewell, their expressions filled with sympathy. You knew they felt sorry for leaving you behind in the tower. Watching them depart filled you with a profound sense of sadness, knowing you couldn't join them.

You returned to your room, aimlessly flipping through the channels on the TV, but nothing captured your interest. Your mind kept wandering back to the missed opportunity, and the guilt and frustration gnawed at you.

After a futile attempt at watching TV, you tried to occupy yourself with a book, but the words on the pages blurred together as your thoughts remained fixated on the mission. With a sigh, you put the book down, realizing you were too distracted to read.

Restlessly, you paced around your room, contemplating various ways to improve your skills and prove that you were a valuable member of the team. Maybe you could spend some time in the training room or review combat strategies. You knew you had to keep pushing yourself to become better.

Eventually, you settled on the idea of practicing your marksmanship in the training room. Grabbing your gear, you headed there with determination in your step, determined to make the most of your time while the team was away on the mission.

Inside the gym, you started with some intense punching and kicking exercises. It felt great to release your anger, sadness, and disappointment through physical exertion. As you pummeled the sandbag, you couldn't help but imagine it as Bucky's face, channeling your frustration and resentment into each punch and kick. You unleashed your emotions on the inanimate object, giving it your all to cope with the overwhelming mix of feelings inside you.

Sweat dripped down your face, mixing with the occasional tear, but you didn't let up. You wiped away the sweat and tears from your face. "What" punch "Do" punch "I" kick "Have" punch "To" kick "Do" punch "To" punch "Prove" punch "To" punch "You" kick "That" kick "I'm" punch "Just" kick "As" kick "Good" kick "As" punch "Them" punch kick punch kick.

Why were you treated this way? What had you done to earn Bucky's disdain? How could you prove your worth to him? Frustration boiled inside you, reaching its peak as you let out a guttural scream, causing the sandbag to plummet from the force of your final blow.

Panting, you collapsed on the gym floor, you were exhausted and emotionally drained, but you felt a strange sense of relief. You clenched and unclenching your fists. You flexed your fingers and winced as the pain shot through them.

You chose to ignore the pain and you slowly got up from the gym floor. You knew you had pushed yourself too hard, but it was the only way you could vent your frustration and anger.

Limping, you made your way towards the bench where you had left your belongings. The room felt heavy with the echo of your pounding. Your trembling hand found the familiar coolness of your water bottle, and you clutched it tightly, taking a long, refreshing gulp. The cool liquid soothed your parched throat.

Just as you were catching your breath, Bucky unexpectedly strolled into the room. His presence surprised you, you hadn't expected anyone else to be there, especially not him.

His gaze, sharp and perceptive, honed in on your movements, "Still trying to prove yourself, huh?" he remarked, his words hanging in the air like a challenge, his tone laced with doubt.

You met his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down even in the face of his skepticism. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone, including you," you replied, your voice steady despite the ache in your body. "I'm just making sure I'm ready for whatever comes our way. Maybe you should worry less about what I'm doing and more about why you're not on the mission with the rest of the team."

Bucky's expression remained inscrutable, his indifference a stark contrast to your determination. He nonchalantly shrugged, an aloof response to your pointed words.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you couldn't help but roll your eyes, your frustration with him boiling over. "Whatever, Barnes. Keep your doubts to yourself."

You began packing up your belongings, a clear signal that you were ready to depart from his presence. You suspected he was still watching you, his intense gaze never wavering, but you wanted nothing more than to distance yourself from him. It felt like he was deliberately keeping you from the mission, and the resentment simmered within you.

After finishing packing, you headed towards the exit, but Bucky halted you by grabbing your hand. You turned around, irritation clear in your eyes. "What do you want, Barnes?" you snapped, trying to pull your hand away. “What the hell? Let me go!”

Ignoring your protest, he led you back to the training area, placing you in front of him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. Did he intend to spar with you? The uncertainty hung heavily in the air, making the atmosphere tense.

You stood your ground, your nervousness growing with every passing second. "What? Scared?" Bucky teased, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, refusing to let his taunts unnerve you. You managed a fake smile and replied, "Of you? No. Why would I be?" Determined not to show any fear.

Bucky's smirk widened as he said, "Well, you should be." He locked eyes with you and asked, "Ready?" The challenge in his tone was clear.

You took another deep breath, squared your shoulders, and met his gaze head-on. "Alright, Bucky. I'm game. What's the plan?" Your voice remained steady, even as your nerves continued to buzz beneath the surface.

Bucky's lips curved into a smirk. He motioned towards the training mats, his movements smooth and practiced. "Just try to land a hit on me."

Without a moment's warning, he lunged at you, his attack swift and precise. You barely managed to block it in time, the impact sending a jolt through your arms.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, you felt a sting to your pride. "Just one hit?" you questioned, a mixture of disbelief and defiance in your voice. Did he genuinely doubt your abilities? Determination flared in your eyes as you prepared to prove him wrong.

He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Don't get ahead of yourself, doll. Come on, you're starting to bore me." You gritted your teeth and launched into your counterattack.

The atmosphere in the training room grew tense as you continued your attempts to land a hit on Bucky. Each time you launched an attack, he seemed to anticipate your every move, effortlessly blocking your punches and kicks. It was as if he had an innate ability to read your intentions, and it left you feeling frustrated and somewhat helpless.

With each failed attempt, Bucky's smirk grew wider, and he let out a low chuckle. "Come on, Y/N," he taunted, his tone dripping with playful mockery. "You've got to do better than that if you want to stand a chance."

His words stung, and they fueled your determination. You were well aware that Bucky was pushing your buttons, trying to rile you up, but you refused to let it show. You had a point to prove, not only to him but to yourself as well.

You decided to take another shot, launching into a new round of attacks, hoping to catch Bucky off guard. But just like before, he expertly caught your wrist each time, preventing your strikes from connecting. Frustration gnawed at you, and you let out an audible groan each time he effortlessly pinned your arms behind your back and pushed you back.

Bucky didn't hold back with his taunts either. "Is that the best you've got, doll?" he prodded, his gaze locked onto yours. "I've seen other recruits do better. What happened to all those praises they were singing about you?"

Taking a deep breath, you tried to surprise him with a sudden kick, but Bucky saw through your move. He even managed to catch your legs mid-kick, causing you to lose your balance and tumble to the ground.

His voice dripped with mock disappointment as he quipped, "Doll, I expected better than that. That was just plain bad."

You took a deep breath, frustration fueling your determination. This time, you decided to go all out. You lunged at him with full force, no holding back, hoping to land a solid hit. His dodge and blocks were frustratingly precise, but you didn't give in.

Finally, you managed to back him into a wall, and you saw an opening. You went for a powerful kick, but he swiftly caught your leg, pulling it towards him. Before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, your front pressed firmly against the hard surface.

"Doll, nice try," Bucky said, his tone edged with approval, "but you've still got long ways to go."

You groaned as he pinned you to the wall, frustrated since you couldn't beat him. "Fuck!"

He chuckled lowly, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, his face mere inches from yours. "Language, sweetheart."

The feeling of his body pressed against yours sent tingles down your spine, and you tried to keep your breathing under control, your cheeks flushing.

Bucky seemed to notice your blush and couldn't resist a teasing remark. He leaned in even closer, his voice dripping with playful mischief. “What's the matter, doll? Is it too hot in here?" he teased, pressing himself closer to you.

Your blush deepened as he teased you, and you turned your head away from him, not able to meet his gaze. "You know what? You're seriously annoying."

Bucky's smile only grew wider, and he didn't let up. "Aw, come on, doll. Getting all worked up because you can't keep up?" he goaded, his warm breath tickling your neck. His face was even closer now, his eyes dark with a look you'd never seen before.

You huffed in exasperation, determined not to let his teasing get the best of you. "I can keep up just fine, thank you very much," you shot back, your competitive spirit coming to the forefront.

Bucky chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. "Well then," he challenged, his tone inviting. "Prove it. Try to break free from my hold."

Your breath caught in your throat at the suggestion, a rush of adrenaline surging through your veins. "Okay," you agreed, your tone confident. You decided to take Bucky's challenge head-on.

With a swift and calculated move, you attempted to break free from his hold, using all the skills you had acquired during your training with the Avengers. Bucky, ever the skilled fighter, didn't make it easy, but you were determined not to give in.

You tried and tried, but you couldn't seem to break free from his strong hold. You were both sweating, the effort causing the air around you to grow thicker and heavier. You could feel his chest pressed against your body, muscles flexing as he maintained the firm grip he had on you.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you were both breathing heavily, neither of you willing to give in. In that moment, with your bodies pressed together and the heat between you almost unbearable, something changed. You felt his hold on you loosen slightly, and you took the opportunity to spin around, pinning him to the wall.

A surprised chuckle escaped his lips, clearly caught off guard by your sudden move. His eyes, filled with desire, locked onto yours, and the tension between you seemed to reach a boiling point.

You couldn't help but smirk as you managed to gain the upper hand, "Huh, I wi-" But before you could finish, he swiftly turned the tables, pinning you back against the wall.

He chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Not quite, doll." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Never let your guard down until you know your opponent is truly defeated," he whispered, his voice low.

You gasped, feeling the cool metal of his arm pressing against your skin. "You were saying?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear.

You bit your lip, feeling the tension between you reach a fever pitch. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Never let your guard down until you know your opponent is truly defeated," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

Your frustration bubbled up, and you couldn't help but shake your head in response. "That's not fair!" you protested, your voice tinged with exasperation. "I managed to break free from your hold. Doesn't that count for something?"

He chuckled, "Not it doesn't. You've still got a lot to learn. I could've easily gotten the upper hand on you again. The moment you let your guard down is the moment you lose the fight."

You clenched your jaw and stared into his blue eyes, not backing down from his challenge. "Okay enough with the taunting. I'm not afraid of you, Barnes."

His lips were so close, you could feel his breath against your skin. "You should be, doll," he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

A moment passed between the two of you, and then, as if a dam had broken, he kissed you hard, it made you surprised, you gasped on his mouth and felt his tongue exploring you.

Your heart was pounding, the excitement building as you kissed him back. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the heat between you grew.

"God, Y/N," he groaned against your mouth. His metal hand reached for your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pressed you harder against the wall, his hips grinding against yours. You moaned at the friction, feeling your body responding to his touch.

The training room was forgotten as the two of you gave in to your desires, the heat between you driving you both wild. You knew it was a bad idea, but in that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was the pleasure, the heat, the intensity of it all.

"Bucky..." You panted, feeling his lips and teeth exploring your neck, his tongue licking you, tasting you.

The sound of his name on your lips sent him over the edge, and he couldn't hold back anymore. His hands found their way under your yoga pants, gripping your ass. He bit down on your lip, drawing a small moan from you. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

"Fuck, doll. You like this? Me fucking you against the wall?" he groaned against your mouth.

You nodded, unable to form any coherent words. “Tell me, do you want more?"

"Yes," you breathed, your body trembling with need.

"Tell me," he ordered, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you, Bucky…. please."

"Beg for it," he growled, his hands moving to the front of your yoga pants. He tugged them down, the cold air hitting your wet core, his hand quickly finding its way between your thighs. You arched into his touch, desperate for more.

"Fuck, doll," he muttered, his fingers slipping into your panties, finding your wetness. "So fucking wet for me.” His fingers slid inside you, making you gasp, your hips bucking against him. "Is this what you want, doll?"

"Yes!" you cried out, your hands grasping at his shirt, trying to pull him closer. "Please," you moaned, your hips bucking against his.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, making you writhe and moan beneath him. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his free hand coming up to grip your breast. He groped you hard, squeezing and massaging you through your sports bra.

"Put your hands up," he commanded, pulling his fingers out of you. You complied, your hands reaching above your head. He pulled up your bra, exposing your breasts to him.

"Such a pretty little thing," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. You moaned, your hips bucking against him as he sucked and nibbled on your breasts.

"So responsive," he chuckled, his hand reaching between your legs once again, his fingers dipping into your wetness. "Such a wet little girl. You're dripping for me."

"You like this?" He growled, his fingers rubbing your clit, his thumb sliding up and down your slick folds. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine, "Tell me were you already wet when we started sparring? Did you want me to pin you against the wall? To fuck you hard?"

You couldn't respond, the pleasure was too much. You were teetering on the edge, ready to fall over at any moment. "Please, Bucky..." you gasped, your hips grinding against his hand, desperately seeking release.

"You're a naughty girl, aren't you? You want me to fuck you, right here, in the training room, where anyone could walk in and see us?"

He was right, you didn't even think of that possibility. You shook your head, "No.. of course not... it's just the heat of the moment... It's just... we're alone right now."

"You sure about that, doll? Cause I'm pretty sure I heard someone walk by a few minutes ago. What if it was Clint? Or worse, what if it was Fury? I bet he would love to see this. His little protégé, getting fucked by the Winter Soldier."

You froze, your eyes wide.

"You know what?" He chuckled, "Let's put on a show for them. Let them watch. Let them see how you beg and scream for me."

“Cat’s got your tongue doll? Where are all the firey comebacks now? Nothing to say?” Your mind was in a state of shock. You tried to think, who was it? But Bucky was stroking you at a relentless pace, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.  

"You want me to make you cum, doll? To make you scream my name?"

"Yes," you panted, you didn’t care anymore, all you wanted was release. Your body trembling as he drove you closer to the edge.

He reached up, gripping your chin, his eyes locking onto yours. "I've wanted to fuck your attitude out of you ever since you came to the compound, doll,” he said, his voice husky with lust. "Watching you fight, all that fire, all that passion, it makes me so fucking hard. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to take you right here, to show you who's in control."

You couldn't take it anymore, the pleasure building, "I'm so close... Bucky," you moaned. You were so close, and he was taking you to new heights. You couldn't stop yourself, you could feel yourself losing control.

"Yeah I can tell, you're tightening around my fingers. Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Beg for it, and maybe I'll let you," he teased, his fingers still pumping in and out of you, faster and faster, sending you over the edge.

"Please, Bucky..." you cried, your hips bucking against his hand.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined in frustration. "What the hell, Barnes?”

"Now, now," he tsked, his fingers trailing down your stomach, and stopping at your hip. "You don't get to come until I say so, doll," he ordered, his voice low and dangerous.

"But, please, I'm so close," you begged, the frustration almost unbearable.

"I know, but you need to learn who's in charge, and it's not you," he said, his fingers tracing circles around your clit, making you moan. "You have to obey my orders, Y/N."

"What the fuck, Barnes!" You screamed at him feeling angry at how he toyed with you. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He grabbed your hair and pulled it down making you winched in pain, "What did you fucking say to me?" He grabbed it harder when you didn’t answer him.

"Ouch." You winced in pain.

Bucky's eyes darkened and he tightened his grip. “First, you need to watch that mouth of yours." He was breathing heavily, his voice rough and commanding. "Or I'm going to shove my dick in it and put you in your place." he warned, his hand moving to grip your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

You gulped down at his threat. There was no mistaking the promise in his voice, but your pussy clenched at the thought of taking him into your mouth.  

"Second," he continued, his grip loosening slightly. "You need to learn that you don't get to question my orders, doll. You're going to be a good girl and listen."

You stared at him, unable to speak. He was serious.

"Answer me Y/N or I will leave you here, frustrated and wanting more," He threatened.

You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, his dominance and authority turning you on even more.

"Yes please, I'll obey," you said, your voice shaking slightly.

"Good girl, that’s more like it," he murmured, his metal hand coming up to caress your cheek. Bucky leaned closer and kissed your lips, his tongue sliding inside your mouth. He was sucking on your tongue and nibbling on your lips, his teeth digging into the soft flesh of your mouth. He kissed your cheek and moved down to your neck.

"Now, where are we?" He asked, his fingers back on your clit, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles. He was torturing you, teasing you.

He smiled wickedly, his hand moving from your clit and slipping inside you. He pushed two fingers inside your core and began pumping them. He started moving his hand faster and faster, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out filling the air.

You wanted to scream and yell at him, but you were unable to speak, the pleasure and the need for release overwhelming. You were panting and moaning, your eyes closed shut as you were trying not to come.

"Not yet." he growled. He pushed a third fingers inside your core and began pumping them. He started moving his hand faster and faster, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out filling the air.

"Beg," he commanded, his voice firm.

"Please, please, please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Louder," he ordered.

"Please!" you whimpered, the desire and need taking over. "Please, Bucky, fuck my pussy and let me come," you begged. You felt your inside tightening, you need to come right now.

Bucky leaned closer and kissed you again, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, exploring every inch. He moaned into your mouth, his fingers still pumping into you, his thumb circling your clit. "No," he said, and your eyes snapped open, meeting his blue ones. He smirked, seeing that you were close. "If you come before I tell you, I will punish you, doll."

Your eyes widened and your whole body shook with fear.

"Do you understand?" He asked, his fingers slowly pumping inside you.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

He chuckled, "You're a needy little slut, aren't you? You'd beg for my cock too, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," you moaned, the word falling from your lips without a second thought. "Please, Bucky, I need to come. I need your cock inside me, fucking me hard and fast," you begged, the words tumbling from your lips.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his fingers picking up their pace. "You're gonna cum for me now, doll. You're gonna cum all over my fingers, and then, when you've recovered, you're gonna get on your knees and suck my cock. And when I'm ready, I'm gonna fuck you, and I'm gonna make you scream my name."

You moaned loudly as his fingers brought you closer to the edge, his words sending a thrill through you.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, doll? Having my cock buried deep inside you, fucking you senseless?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you panted, the pleasure building. He added another finger and curled them inside you, hitting your g-spot, and you gasped.

"That's it, Y/N," he groaned, his fingers moving faster. "Come for me. Let me hear you."

"I... I'm gonna..." you moaned, the pleasure building in your body. You couldn't hold back any longer, the pleasure overwhelming you,

"Come now!," he ordered his fingers working even faster, and suddenly, you exploded.

"BUCKY!" You screamed, your body shaking violently as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your body was trembling, and your juices were flowing freely down his fingers

"Such a good girl," he praised, his fingers slowing, drawing out the last of your orgasm, licking them clean. “Delicious," he murmured.

You panted, your body still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. He lowered you to the floor, your legs shaky from the intense pleasure.

Bucky chuckled, seeing the confusion on your face. "Don't worry, doll," he said, leaning down and kissing you. "We're just getting started."

"On your knees," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

Your knees trembled and you looked up at him. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. You could see his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. You did as you were told, dropping to your knees. You looked up at him, your eyes locking onto his.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, and you obeyed. "Suck my cock." His voice firm and authoritative

Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you watched him slowly unzip his pants, his thick, hard cock springing free. You stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him. The serum must did something to him, as his member was definitely bigger than any man you'd seen before.

"Now," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Don't be shy," he coaxed, his eyes dark with lust.

You slowly reached up and grasped his thick shaft in your hand, feeling the hot, smooth skin, marveling at the size of him. You felt a jolt of excitement run through your body as you stroked his length, feeling him twitch in your hand. You could feel yourself growing wet as you continued to stroke his cock, his member growing even harder under your touch.

His fingers tangling in your hair  "Now, put my cock in your pretty mouth, doll," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You lowered your head and opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You licked the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum. He groaned, his hips bucking as you took more of his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.

You hummed around him, the vibration making him moan. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling at the roots as you worked your mouth up and down his shaft, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

You felt a surge of pleasure run through your body as you sucked his cock, loving the taste and feel of him in your mouth. You could feel his grip tightening on your hair as you continued to suck him, your tongue dancing along his length.

You didn't have any practice beforehand, but you are naturally gifted hearing praises, such as "Mmm, that's it.”, "Just like that.", “Fuck, you are good.” and the way his thighs trembled beside your ears were a tell-tale sign that you were doing great.

"You look so good like this," he moaned, his hand holding onto the back of your head, guiding your mouth over his cock. "I've imagined you sucking me off before."

His words made you moan around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

"You're taking my cock so well, like you were made for it."

You whimpered around him, his cock hitting the back of your throat once again. The feeling of his cock throbbing in your mouth, the taste of him, and the way he praised you were pushing you closer to the edge.

"God, your mouth feels so fucking good," he moaned, his hips thrusting as he fucked your mouth. "Such a good little slut, aren't you, doll?"

You felt your pussy clench at his words, your arousal growing with every stroke of his cock. You bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper into your mouth, loving the sounds of his moans.

His fingers tugged at your hair, the pain and pleasure mixing together to send another rush of pleasure through your body. You moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock, causing him to thrust deeper into your mouth.

You whimpered, your eyes watering as he pounded into your mouth. You could barely breathe, his thick cock stretching your throat as he fucked your mouth. Your pussy throbbed, your arousal coating your thighs as he mouth-fucked you.

"Oh yeah, you love this, don't you?" He groaned. "You love choking on my cock." As he thrust his cock into your mouth, his hands travelled to your breast, squeezing them hard, making you moan.

He groaned as you continued to suck, his grip on your hair tightening, the pain sending another wave of pleasure through your body. He was fucking your mouth ruthless, the wet slurping sounds were the only sound in the room. And the sounds he was making was almost enough to make you cum.

It became harder to breath with each stroke of his cock meeting the back of your throat, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, the pain and pleasure mixing together.

He looked down at you, the sight of your mouth around his cock was almost enough to make him cum. He pulled out of your mouth with a loud pop, leaving you gasping for breath and tears running down your face.

"Look at you, what a mess you are," he smirked, his eyes raking over your body. "You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

You felt your face flush, his words making your pussy ache with need. You whimpered, the need to be filled by his cock becoming unbearable.

"Do you want me to fuck you, doll? Do you want me to fuck you so hard, you can't walk tomorrow?"

You moaned, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," you begged, your voice hoarse. "Please, fuck me, Bucky." You couldn’t think straight, you had no filter, you were just saying whatever came to mind.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back. "Say it," he growled, his eyes dark and dangerous.

"Please, Bucky," you said, your voice pleading.

"Try better than that," he said, his voice firm.

"Please fuck me, Sergeant," you whimpered, your voice laced with desperation. "Please fuck me hard and fast until I can't walk. Please use me however you want."

He smiled wickedly. "Your words, not mine. Be careful for what you wish for, doll."

He shoved you onto the floor, his body looming over you. "On the floor. On all fours now," he ordered, his voice stern and commanding.

You scrambled to comply, getting onto your hands and knees. Your heart racing as he positioned himself behind you.

"Spread your legs," he said, and you complied.

He knelt behind you, his hands roaming over your body, caressing your skin. You could feel his hands on your hips, his cock rubbing against your wetness.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you, Y/N?" He whispered, his voice low and husky.

You stayed quiet waiting for him. "I'm gonna make you scream and beg for me, I'm gonna make you forget everything, except my name."

His words sent a shiver through your body, his tone full of dominance and power.

"And when I'm done with you, you'll never forget me, Y/N. You'll always remember me, remember the way I made you feel."

You could feel his hardness pressing against your entrance, teasing you, tormenting you. His hands running over your ass. "But I'm not gonna go easy on you. You understand?"

"Yes," you moaned, your voice breathy. "I understand."

"Good girl," he said, and with that, he pushed his cock inside of you, filling you completely. You cried out, your body quivering as he stretched you. "Such a tight little cunt," he groaned, his hips snapping against you, his cock buried deep inside of you. "So fucking perfect."

You cried out, the pain and pleasure mixing together.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He started to move, his pace slow and steady, his cock stretching you with each thrust.

"Oh god," you moaned, your voice echoing in the room.

"You like that, Y/N?" As he slammed his cock into you, his voice full of lust.

"Yes," you moaned, the sensation driving you wild.

"That's right, doll, take my cock," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "Take all of it." He was rough, his pace fast and unforgiving, his cock filling you to the brim with every thrust. You cried out, the pleasure and pain mingling into a sweet symphony.

You moaned, your body shaking as he fucked you. He was pounding into you, his cock hitting all the right spots. Your body was on fire, your mind lost in a haze of lust and desire. "Who's pussy is this?," He asked.

"It's yours," you gasped, your body trembling.

"Say it again," he commanded, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

"It's yours," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Fucking right it is," he growled, his voice low and husky.

He was pounding into you, his pace relentless. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.

He yanked your hair, forcing your head back and you whimpered. He kissed you, his tongue invading your mouth. His teeth dug into your bottom lip, making you moan.

"Who's a dirty little slut?" He demanded, his hips slapping against yours.

"Me," you gasped, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm a dirty little slut, Bucky."

"That's right," he growled, his grip on your hair tightening. "You're my dirty little slut, and I'm gonna fucking ruin you. You’re fucking mine."

Your body trembled, your muscles tensing as his cock slammed into you. You could feel the pleasure building, the pressure mounting inside of you. You were so close, and you needed him to finish you off. "Oh god, I’m so close," you begged, your voice desperate and needy.

"Not yet," he snarled, his grip on your hair tightening. "You'll cum when I say so, and not a moment before."

"Please," you begged, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "Please let me cum, Bucky."

"Soon, doll," he promised, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Very soon." He knew you almost came and he decided to torture you further when his fingers finding your clit and he pressed down hard.

You cried out, the pleasure and pain becoming too much. "Oh god," you whimpered, your body trembling. "Please, I can't take it."

He slammed his cock into you, his balls slapping against your clit. "Yes, you can," he growled. "And you will."

You whimpered, the pressure inside of you reaching a breaking point. "Bucky, please please please," you begged, the pleasure threatening to consume you.

"Now," he commanded, his voice harsh and commanding. "Cum for me, doll."

You cried out, the pleasure exploding throughout your body. Your walls clenched around his cock, your muscles spasming. Your mind went blank, the world around you fading away. Your body was shaking uncontrollably as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hips snapping against you, his cock pounding into you.

You were exhausted, your body drained of energy. He continued to fuck you, his pace slowing slightly.

He slapped your ass, the sting of his hand sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "Such a good little slut," he growled, his hips slamming against yours. "Taking my cock so well."

"Bucky," you moaned, the pleasure building once again. "Please, I can't take anymore."

"Yes, you can," he said, his voice low and husky. He slapped your ass again, harder this time. "You're going to cum for me again, doll."

"No," you protested weakly, your body trembling with exhaustion.

“Yes," he growled, his thrusts becoming more intense. "You will." His metal hand sliding up your stomach, between your breasts, and around your throat.

Your body arched, pushing your hips further onto his cock. The sound of his ragged breaths mixed with yours as you both raced towards your climaxes. "I'm close, Y/N. So fucking close."

His hands pinched your nipples, sending another shock of pleasure through your body. He sucked on them, the sensation almost too much for you. You whimpered, his lips capturing yours again. Your tongues swirled around each other, tasting, devouring.

His cock slid in and out of you, his pace quickening. His moans and growls echoed around you as his orgasm neared. He was so close. So was you.

"Please, Bucky," you begged, your pussy clenching around his length.

He tightened his grip on your throat and slammed his hips into yours. His free hand slid down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles over it. His eyes meeting yours. his hips slapping against yours, his cock hitting all the right spots.

"Cum with me, doll. Don't close your eyes. I want to see those pretty eyes as you come apart."

Your entire body shuddered, his command sending you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around his length, milking him of his seed. Your body trembled, your muscles spasming as you rode out the waves of ecstasy. His breath becoming ragged as his own release neared.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips slapping against you. "Your cunt is so fucking perfect."

"God, yes," you moaned, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

He slammed into you, his pace becoming erratic as he neared his release. "Oh god," he moaned, his hips snapping against yours. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yes, Bucky. Cum inside me," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your words were enough to send him over the edge.

He growled, his grip on your hair tightening as he pounded into you, his cock filling you completely. He groaned as he cum, his body shuddering as his release washed over him.

"That's right," he groaned, his body going limp. "Take all of it." You felt him twitch inside of you, his hot release spilling into you.

You slumped forward, your body spent as it slick with sweat and cum.  You could hear Bucky panting behind you, his chest heaving. You rested your forehead against the floor, trying to catch your breath. You had never been fucked so thoroughly in your life. Your muscles were sore and tired, your pussy throbbing.

Bucky was still inside of you, his cock softening. He pulled out, his cum spilling out of you. You could feel his cum leaking from your pussy, dripping down your thighs. "Look at that," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Such a pretty sight." He slid a finger between your folds, collecting the sticky mess, then he pushed it back inside you. You let out a small whimper as he slowly pumped it in and out.

Bucky turned you around, your head falling back against the floor. His face hovered above yours, his blue eyes burning with lust. He looked down at you, before he could say anything, you both heard footsteps approaching.

You were panicking as someone could see you in such state, strangely, Bucky seemed unfazed, his expression steady despite the unexpected interruption. Then the next thing made your heart skipped as you heard the doorknob turning. You could only pray the ground to swallow you whole.

Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed the story! Apologies if the ending didn't meet your expectations, I'm considering a Part 2, but I'd love to hear your thoughts. I'm open to any feedback for improvement. Your input means a lot.

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A/N : Thank you so much for the kind replies and support! I'm really glad you enjoy the story, you have no idea how much that motivate me to continue writing. Please stay tune for part 2! Love youuuu xx

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Hi, I love your headcanons, is there any way for a Kaibyo! Yuu?

Glad you enjoyed it, ask and you shall receive

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐘𝐎 😺👻

Kaibyō (怪猫, "strange cat") are supernatural cats in Japanese folklore. Examples include bakeneko, a yōkai (or supernatural entity) commonly characterized as having the ability to shapeshift into human form; maneki-neko, usually depicted as a figurine often believed to bring good luck to the owner; and nekomata, referring either to a type of yōkai that lives in mountain areas or domestic cats that have grown old and transformed into yōkai.

( English is not my first language )

Day 2 : kaibyo!yuu

The entrance ceremony goes exactly the same, waking up in a coffin,grim sets the fire to the school and acatera. Originally kaibyo!yuu thought that grim was the same kin, mystical cats able to manipulate blue flame and are capable of human speech, before the blue flame can spread kaibyo!yuu use their magic to stop it, for compensation kaibyo!yuu ask Crowley to allow grim to enter the school as another student.Crowley unfortunately has no choice ( literally )

Since the mirror said that kaibyo!yuu but they display some abilities to control fire and shape shift. So Crowley still allowed them to attend the school. When Crowley presents the ramshackle dorm to kaibyo!yuu, he swears they send him the most disgusted glared in the world. He swears when he was sleeping, he felt someone was watching and is cursing him. After being unable to take it any longer he fixed the dorms and that allowed him to sleep peacefully... For now.

Kaibyo!yuu as a student likes to sleep during class, when Mr trein asks them a question about a subject, they answer correctly, when a test happens they always get good grades and manage to stay on top of class and during a portion project they always get it perfect.

Technically kaibyo!yuu is 12 years old since in mythology if cats live more than 7 years or turn 12 years, they are able to turn into a kaibyo or bakeneko. So technically kaibyo!yuu is 12 years old but in cat years they would be 64 years old.

Kaibyo!yuu has the ability to manipulate blue flames as well to shape shift and are able to create illusion but it's not as realistic as kitsune!yuu. They are able to cast but they do need a piece of paper to cast them. By writing fire and throwing it or something touch it, it will summon a fire it's similar to glyph magic from the owl house.

Not to mention kaibyo!yuu have incredible stamina, flexibility, and speed as well to quick reaction speed. Since Kaibyo!Yuu have the ability to shape shift to a human disguise, but they usually aren't in this form either. Because it takes too much energy, so they fused both their human form and yokai form into one. In this form they have their feline features around their body but with a human body including their cat ears and a tail. Their body is covered in a thin layer of fur. As well a bonus to be immune to poison.

kaibyo!yuu is pretty laid-back but also quite blunt without realizing it. They are incredibly brutally honest but showing this side for those who are not close to them, only acting nice for those who are around their circle.

In this situation, when kaibyo!yuu was standing in the middle of a room too busy paying attention, someone stepped on their tale as a joke, let's just say the person ended up living with a multiple bloodied cat scratches on their body and face. rook is incredibly infatuated about them wanting to learn more about there physiology, so he went straight ahead and ask them let me tell you, kaibyo!yuu send this dude the most deadass glare in the world and that didn't work on him cause he keeps asking and every time when they tried to scratch he managed to dodge. Vil practically sees kaibyo!yuu as a potential to be a model or an actress due to their pretty appearance as well as there talent of memorising something quickly and perfectly, but their personality is a total downgrade.

Their main diets are usually poison. During lunch they will bring a snake, they hunt from the woods and eat it there, this certainly scares the vice warden of scarabia. After hearing their immunity to poison Jamil will ask for kaibyo!yuu to taste the food for kalim and if they like it, it means it's poisonous. This allowed kalim to eat food more freely as well Jamil not risking his lives.

Idia first impression on kaibyo!yuu was cute, behind the tablet he really wanted to pet them but after a few chapters. Idia is now afraid of kaibyo!yuu feeling they would judge him and send him a glare towards his way. He would just die.

Also after kaibyo!yuu have a cellphone given by Crowley. Carter introduced them into gaming and now they're hooked.

Kaibyo!yuu would not bid fairly in the octanaville chapter due to it taking place at water and they hate getting wet, because they feel heavy. And how long their fur can dry up, PS : they also mention having a sibling who is a nekomata.

[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER day 3

pairing: vampire!kate x fem!reader

summary: are you and kate actually meant to be together? you will get the answer at ceremony, where you’ll be surrounded by many other vampires, that are not the friendliest in town.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: light slapping, smut!!!, kinda dom!kate x sub!reader, mentions of blood, some swearing, dirty talk, if anything else I’ll add it

an: i had fun writing kate, she’s so fun and i need her asap:) also i used few sayings from my language and tried to translate it, so if it doesn’t make any sense in english i sincerely apologize haha

an2: also! i was very inspired by this TikTok!

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this spooky time and be safe!

"Baby! We´re gonna be late and your mother will kill us!" You yell, knowing damn well that the taller dark haired girl heard you.

It was a big family night for you and Kate. You were invited to family gatherings before, but today is different. Tonight you´re meeting her grand grand family members from all around the world. Most of them were against your relationship with a pure blood, but after a few stories they heard about your good impact on Kate, they realized that humans are not so bad after all.

Tonight is a big ceremony of the first humam coming to their family after almost 690 years. The only thing you have to do, to be accepted, is give a little of your blood to your mate, aka Kate. Sounds easy, right?

Well there are three scenarios that might happen. One; she will like your blood, which is the greatest option. The second situation could result in death in front of numerous vampires, and the third and worst possible outcome is that you have cursed blood. It basically means that you two aren't meant to be together, Kate explained to you weeks ago. So after hours, days of googling what blood type is the best for vampires, you actually gave up. Google didn´t give you the answer, shockingly. You just wished you would be Kate´s ideal.

"She can´t kill me, I´m immortal. Remember princess?" At the speed of a light a pair of hands wraps around you. Kate kisses your cheek, hoping it would ease your nerves.

"Oh, I completly forgot! My bad." Rolling your eyes at her wasn´t your brightest idea as a harsh slap on your ass was sent right away. "Ouch!" you yelp.

"Don´t." She spins you around so you two were facing eachtoher. Her cold hands found a way under your dress. Her blue eyes scanned your whole body, holding a little longer on your clevage that your new dress showed.

"Like what you see?" You tease her, already kwowing the answer.

"We don´t have to go there, princess. We can stay right here and-" Kate´s eyes were still on your breasts, until you cut you her off, then she met your eyes.

"Youre forgetting that I´m not immortal, Katie. And I would really appraciate not to fight any vampires today, especially not your mother." You smile at her. "Besides we can have fun later. After all the ceremony and blood testing thing, if everything will be okay and-" you ramble, but this time it´s Kate who jumps right in.

"It´s gonna be okay. I love you and you´re exactly my type." She winks at you, but your nerves are still all around the place. Her hands slips lower, gently touching the insides of your thighs.

"This distraction teqnique would work if our relatioship wouldn´t be on the line, Katie. So leave it for later, okay?" You smiled at her, wishing you could stay here and just enjoy eachother, just as much as she did.

"Fineee" Kate let out a big whine, like a kid when you take them their favorite toy. Which was exctly what´s happenening.

"The sooner we go, the sooner we will be back." You mumble.

"I like this mindset." She chuckled and then both of you went hand in hand outside, where your car with a driver was already waiting.

The car ride was comfotably silent, Kate was holding your hand the whole time, which helped you a little. After 20 minutes you´ve arrived, but you stayed in the car for another 5 minutes. Kate knew you were nervous, she could feel your nerves dancing all around your body, but mostly in your mind. She didn´t said anything, she just gave you a soft smile that made you fall for her the second you saw her. Slowly kissed your lips and then she opened the door for you. You will never get used to her super fast movements.

As always the Bishops made a big event look even bigger. Everything was so expenssive, even the dust looked like it was personaly made for Kate´s mom, Eleanor Bishop, for tonights occasion. As you get closer to the entrance you feel the nerves working again, making your stomach twirl, your hands starts to get shaky. As you approach the entrance, you're greeted by towering iron gate adorned with dark and sinister ornaments. These gates open slowly, revealing a long path leading deeper into the heart of the ceremony.

"Maybe we should get back, you know-" You quickly whisper in Kate´s ear.

"Easy, princess. You´re doing really good. Just hold my hand and I promise, everything will be okay." Kate looks at you with her cute little face. You sigh.

I´m okay, Kate says I´m doing good, so I´m doing good.

As you proceed, you notice the decorations adorning the area. Enormous candles everywhere. The flames seem to dance with a life of their own, casting flickering shadows that play tricks on your senses. It looks so magical, yet terryfying at the same time. The walls are lined with rich, dark wood paneling and huge ornate mirrors. Each table has gold cutlery and is decorated with blood-red and black roses.

Vampires don´t eat, why do they have so many tables set?

Your girlfriend see you look around with confused look on your face, she whispers. "My mom wanted it to look luxorious."

"So she spent a lot of money on... cuttlery and plates?" You chuckle a little.

"Basically, yeah." Kate shrughs and smiles with you.

"I can afford it, it would be a very sad life if after all these years I would be poor, don´t you think, (Y/N)?" As soon as you hear the voice you stop in your tracks, you don´t even dare to turn around, turn around and face Kate´s mother.

"I- I didn´t mean it as a bad thing, Mrs. Bishop." You turn around and notice that she is wearing a striking red dress that cascades to the ground, it´s fabric flowing like liquid silk, decorated with golden stripes.

"I know." Eleanor chuckles. "And to answer your question, it looks better rather than empty hall with just vampires." She looks at you and then Kate. "You two better get ready, you know how Daniella is." With that she leaves.

You turn to Kate and she´s already openning her mouth like she´s reading your mind. "My grandmother. She hates these gatherings. And I don´t blame her, she´s..." Kate stops in her words as she tries to figure out how old is her grandmother, but she just giggles, "... old."

You share a laugh with her as you two go into the backyard, where the ceremony will start.

As you walk through the lavish hallways right outside, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. The stern-faced vampires seem to follow your every move with their eyes. You can hear hushed whispers and the occasional sinister chuckle from hidden corners, making your skin crawl. When you enter the garden, your breath catches in your throat. A group of elegant vampire stands in a circle. Their conversation falls silent as they turn their attention to you, their gaze piercing through your very alive soul. You feel like a deer caught in the headlights, your nervousness intensifying with every passing second.

"Just go sit over there, I´ll come in a second." Kate nods towards the over dacorated throne with big gold crystals all around, as she lets go of your hand. You try to look confident, you try to look as you got this whole situation under control, but you´re still in a room full of vampires.

One of the vampires, a particularly tall vampire with a charming look approaches you. He extends a hand and invites you to sit on the throne. You accept, trying to hide your trembling hands as you sit down. After a few second you stop shifting in your seat as you feel finally seated, as you look up, you see all the vampires looking at you. Of course none of them is blinking so the whole situations is just more terryfing.

In the the crowd of vampires you try to find your partner, Kate. But no matter where you look, you can´t see her, your thoughts start to wonder, once more.

Oh my god.

Eleanor´s voice brought you out of your chaotic thoughts as she´s now standing next to you.

Super speed, of course.

Eleanor starts to speak with a velvet tone that sends shivers down your spine. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. The time of bonding two souls has come once again. After almost 690 years, we´re here to reaffirm our eternal bond, to celebrate our power, and to welcome a new member into our family. Tonight, in the power of moonlight, we have a rare guest among us - a human, who has willingly chosen to share in our world. A human, who´s heart is strong enough to beat for two. Let this gathering be a testament to the strength of our coven and the allure of our kind. We welcome you all, and we extend our gratitude to our honored guest. Let the ceremony begins." Eleanor takes few steps away.

Oh god. Now it´s my last second here on this planet. I didn´t write my will! Shit.

As you sit on the throne, a mix of fear and anticipation washes over you, for you have entered a world unlike any other, and tonight, you will be forever changed. The whole garden is incredibly silent, which makes your beating heart even louder.

Two vampire figures step forward, Eleanor fixes your hair and give you a warm smile, as warm as the vampires can do that. The other vampire, you could tell miles away, Kate. Your eyes meet and you both immidietly smile and suddenly, you feel safe. You feel like no matter what´s gonna happen, she is there to protect you. Always.

Eleanor speaks again. "Is everything prepared, my dear?"

"Yes, everything is ready." Kate nods with a small smile.

Your breath quivers as you feel their gaze upon you, you could cut the tension in the air. You don´t dare to look away from Kate, as you know that the rest of the vampires are watching you, like a prey. Even though that´s off the table for a long time now.

"Are you prepared for this, (Y/F/N)? Once this ceremony begins, there is no turning back." The tall vampire that helped you sit down now speaks.

You nod, your voice a shaky whisper: "Yes, I'm ready."

Kate steps closer, her eyes locking onto your neck with a hunger that sends shivers down your spine. Of course she kissed your neck before, so this wasn´t something new, but this time both of you felt that there is something in the air. You noticed her eyes, they were darker, almost like she never had a blue eyes, now they were completly black. She leans in, her lips barely grazing your skin, her voice a sultry mumble.

"Don't be afraid, princess. Let´s pretend it´s just me and you." She takes your hand in hers.

As her fangs descend, your heart races, and you close your eyes, preparing for the worst outcome. But Kate's sharp fangs pierce your tender flesh, a pain overpower your senses. It's an weird sensation, like a burning brand pressed against your skin, and your muscles tense in response. The world seems to blur, and a wave of dizziness washes over you as Kate's bite deepens.

It hurst more than you could ever imagine, but like the waves on the shore it quickly washes away. The pain begins to transform. It morphs into something else entirely, an intense, electrifying sensation that surges through your entire body. You let out a big exhale as you can feel Kate´s touch everywhere, it´s indescribable feeling that is running thorugh your whole body.

Kate has a moment of ecstasy. As your blood rushes into her mouth, it´s adicting in a sense. The taste is inexpressible as well, an intoxicating blend of sweetness and saltiness, and it fills her with an sense of power and pleasure. Every drop that she draws makes her feel more alive than she ever has, and it's as if the very essence of your being is nourishing her soul.

In this shared moment, you and Kate are connected in a way that most of her family didn´t belive. The boundaries of life and death, pain and pleasure were moved once again with your relationship. It's a dance of darkness and desire, you can feel your heartbeat come back to normal as Kate pulls away.

Her eyes are even darker and yours are too. She was right, it was always just the two of you.

The other vampires watch in awe and fascination as Kate and you share this profound moment of bonding, their expressions ranging from curiosity to envy. Most of them though you two weren´t meant to be, or at least they wished it was in that way. At the end you´re still just a human to them.

One of the vampires, closed to where you and Kate were, whispers to another one "Did you see that? It's been ages since I witnessed such a powerful bond."

"Kate truly has a unique way of choosing her companions. This human must be special indeed." The tall vampires whispers back.

The vampires exchange knowing glances, recognizing the significance of this moment. The bond between you and Kate, marks as a rare moment. As they continue to observe, Kate finally pulls away fully, wiping her mouth and then licking the few drops from her fingers as she made eye contact with you.

As both of you had your senses high you two couldn´t deny the fact that you need to be alone, asap!

"Let us welcome you, (Y/N), in our family. Now officially. Let´s raise our glasses to the special bond. To the never dying love!" Eleanor smiles at you and then turns to the vampires, that were holding their own. They all cheered to you and Kate.

You step down from the throne, feeling a sense of acceptance and belonging from the vampires around you. As you begin to walk through the garden, many of them offer congratulations, their voices low and respectful, but you don´t really pay attention as your girlfriend dissapears again.

Then, you spot Kate approaching through the dimly lit garden, her eyes finding yours in an instant. She takes your hand and, with a sense of urgency, starts saying quick goodbyes to the others.

Kate leans closer. "We need some time alone, my princess." She smirks.

"You are reading my mind, Katie." You mumbled.

The other vampires don´t mind you leaving at all, which makes it easier and quicker for you and Kate slip away from the gathering. You follow her, your heart pounding with an excitement, as you make your way back to Kate's apartment, where your journey into the night truly begins.

...

As soon as you step inside her aparment her hands are on you. Her fingers slowly trace over the teeth marks she left on your neck.

"Did it hurt?" She whispers as she kisses your neck.

"Uh- a little" You moan right away.

"A little?" Kate pulls away and raise her eyebrow.

"Okayyy, it hurted a lot. A lot lot, but... after a second-" You were cut off by Kate´s words.

"It felt better than anything in this word." She smiles and you simply just nod. "Go strip on the bed, I´ll be there in a second."

And if Kate means second, it is truly just a second, but this time, she made sure that you have some time to actually take off your clothes, as she wanted tonight to be special.

As you open the door you immidietly start to take off your clothes, fistly your shoes and then your dress, which takes you just few seconds. As you walk past the mirror you notice those cute little bite marks, which sends you pulse right into your pussy. You let out a moan, which makes Kate runs into the bedroom.

"It feels that good, huh?" Kate smirks as she is still wearing her black suit, her hands are behind her back as shes holding a small black velvet box.

"Gosh, I forgot that your ego is big, I didn´t want to boost it more." You playfully roll your eyes.

Kate pushes you on the bed, her hand on your neck. "And I thought I won´t punish you tonight, since you´ve been so brave, princess. Guess you won´t get your present."

"No, wait!" You whine. "Sorry, sorry, I want my present, please." You add.

Kate smiles and kisses you slowly and passionetly, pulling away, while bitting your lip, which makes you wince. She bit little too hard and your lip starts to bleed. She wants to pull away, but being on top doesn´t help her much. You´re under her and the sight of you completly naked, with blood on your mouth is just the most pretiest sight. The kissing is harsh, fast and messy, but none of you really cares.

"I want the present, pretty please." You say between breaths and Kate smiles as she pulls an inch away from you.

"Of course you want the present, sit up for me, please." She moves away from you so you can sit up. You did as you were told and Kate gives you the pretty black box, that of course was decorated by "KB".

Your fingers tremble slightly as you gently lift the lid, revealing what lies inside. Your breath catches in your throat as you behold a stunning collar made of dark, lustrous metal. The collar is adorned with a row of purple crystals. The crystals are deep and regal, like amethysts, and they sparkle with an elegance that takes your breath away. It's a piece that symbols of your newfound connection with Kate.

"Turn around." Kate says as you´re done inspecting the collar.

You turn around. "It´s abolutely beautiful, Katie. I love it, thank you."

Kate smiles at you words, as she puts the collar on you, you flinch at the sudden cold feeling, your nipples perk up. "So responsive." She kissed your neck again. "I´m glad you like it, princess." The vampire whispers in your ear.

Her hands are all over your body as you are pushed on the bed once again. Kate sits on you, pinning you down, "Tonight is about you, my pretty princess. Just lay here and enjoy your night. Will you do that for me?" She made the puppy dog eyes. Those eyes can get out of any trouble and in every bed.

"Yes, Katie." You smile and nod, already feeling impatient you buckle up your hips, earning little slap to your tits.

"Patience." She smirks, knowing she has this effect on you.

"Not todayyy!" You whine.

Kate leans close, kissing you where she bit you earlier, which makes you moan instantly. It is exactly what Kate loves to hear. She moves you higher on the bed and scoop lower, being inches from your already so wet pussy.

"Open your pretty legs for me." You did, very quickly in fact. "Gosh, look at you, so wet already and didn´t even touch you." She makes eye contact with you and smirks. "Did my biting made you that wet? Or me collaring you? Hm?" Kate kisses your inner things as her fingers trails up and down your leg.

"Both." You quietly let out.

"Both." Kate repeats with a smile on her face. "Because you were so good today, I´ll make it easy for you. Look at me, if you stop, I´ll stop. Understood, my pretty princess?" Her fingers were now incredible close to the place you needed them in.

"Yes, understood." You look in her eyes, they were still dark and you knew she was impatient as well as you are.

Her mouth came closer, you could feel her breath, against your skin and after two soft kisses on each of your inner thighs, Kate finally gave in and still very teasingly kissed your clit.

"God-" Your eyes wanted to be closed so bad, but you knew you have to keep them opened.

As Kate smirk agaist you she start to eat you out, very slowly. But after a few of your pretty loud moans, she licks you, like there is no tomorrow. Her tongue was skilled, she knew your body more than you knew it yourself. So after every flinch, every move of your muscle, she knew you are close. So close.

Her fingers are still going up and down your legs, pinching you time to time, to avoid you closing your eyes. "Eyes on me, princess." Kate mumbles into your drenched pussy.

"They... are." You whine as you bite your already bruised lip to keep your eyes open.

Kate just chuckles, which sends immidiet pleasure right into you. Both of you know you´re close, so so so close.

But after a few second you don´t feel anything, no lips, no tongue, no touch. You had to close your eyes, it was just so good, that there was no other way and like Kate promised, she stopped. Completly.

You whine, your hips instantly moved to search for anything. You need something! You eyes open wide, Kate is still between your legs. She´s watching you, and as she did before with your blood, she now wipes her mouth, messy with your juices.

"Hmm so sweet, princess." She licks her fingers.

"Kate, please-" You whine as you move your hips again, your heartbeat matching with you pulsating pussy.

"You knew the rules-" You cut her off.

"I know, but please, it was an accident!" You move yet another inch closer to her.

After a few second of watching you, Kate decided that she will give you another chance. "Close your eyes and you´re not cumming, got it?" Kate crawls on top of you and tug you by your collar. "Got it?" She tilts her head.

"Yes." You nod kissing her as you can feel your taste on her tongue.

"Tasty, right?" You nod again, as she slowly crawls back between your legs, this time she didn´t waste any second and her tongue makes contact with you right away, she was needy too. Her touch starts to be so harsh, no more soft licks or light touches, she needs you to come.

And oh my god, you are close in just a few second of her touch. Kate smirks knowing, she won once again and her ego is going straight to the space, but she will tease you about it later.

"I-" Kate smiles and nods, knowing exactly what you need.

"Tug on your collar, princess. And I´ll say the magic words." She mumbles agaist you as her fingers now entered your hole.

"Fuck- me" You moan loudly, which was like a music to Kate´s ears.

"I am fucking you, princess." Kate smirks, you can´t be bratty now, but hell she would deserve some bratty remark, but you truly need to cum. So you just obediently listen to her and your hand grab on your collar. You did as you were told once again and tug on it harshly.

It makes Kate smile, seeing you like this. Knowing she is the only person that could touch you like this, knowing only she makes you feel this good.

But you knew the same thing too, there is no one on the planet who would ease her thirst as much as you do. No one could do such a good job as you. No one.

"Can-" You open your mouth to talk but you just moan. You don´t have to say anything at all for Kate to understand.

"Go ahead, princess. Cum for me." She mumbles agaist you as her fingers move sligtly faster and her mouth try to lick all of your juices.

Your hand grips Kate´s head as you push her more into you, moving your hips like non compos mentis. "Mine." Your hand grabs her hair as you finally release, coming on her mouth and fingers after such a long time full of stress.

Kate smiles as she licks you. "Yours, princess." After a few second of you bucking your hips up and down, your breathng is steadier and you let go of Kate´s hair.

She kisses her way back up, few kissing on your thighs, her favorite tummy and slowly giving attention to your nipples. As you´re slowly coming down from your hight, you can feel Kate kissing your neck. After a moment or two, Kate comes closer to you, finally kissing your lips.

In that moment, everything fades away, and it's just the two of you, sharing a deep connection that don´t need to be said out loud. The affection in her gaze mirrors the love you feel in your heart, knowing that your love speaks louder than any words ever could.

And you are so happy, that tonights ceremony ended the way it did, because you would rather die, than live in a world, where you can´t have her.

"I didn´t knew you were that possesive, princess." Kate whispers as her eyes scan your face.

"I´m always possiseve over you." You smile.

Kate hums as she kiss your neck again, after few moments of enjoying the feeling, you understood that she wanted to do. "Katie..." You mumble.

"Baby just one more bite, please." She responds, her voice beeing so needy and you can´t deny her.

As Kate sank her teeth in you one more time, both of you knew right away that the rest of the nigh will be a long, and Kate won´t be the only one wide awake tonight.

Thank you for reading!<3

[lemonidae]

Nitro+Chiral VN

Togainu no Chi

In a ruined world, seeds of new chaos. In the years following a third world war, a devastated Japan is divided between two rival factions with no hope for reconstruction in sight. Caught between East and West, Tokyo has degenerated into a brutal, crime-ridden wasteland. Like many of those reaching adulthood in this dark new world, a young man named Akira seeks some kind of meaning in the violent street fighting contest Bl@ster. But even as he rises up the rankings, he feels almost nothing. Is this all there is? In Toshima, a district of Tokyo ruled by the mysterious syndicate Vischio, the blood sport Igra makes Bl@ster look like child's play. Competitors have the chance to win control of a drug empire worth more than in their wildest dreams, but losing a bout means losing your life. When Akira is arrested for a crime he didn't commit, a strange woman appears with an even stranger offer: he can regain his freedom if he fights his way to the top of Igra and destroys Vischio from within. What dangers and revelations await Akira on Toshima's pitiless streets? Is he strong enough to survive them?

Buy: Steam | Jast

Lamento: ~Beyond the Void~

The game takes place in a fictional world inhabited by Ribika (who look like humans but have cat ears and tails). Their world has fallen into dark times -- a mysterious void has made some places (and even animals) impossible to touch, causing major food shortages. A strange and deadly disease that has killed off a large percentage of the female Ribika population is also spreading. The hero, Konoe, exists in this miserable world, living alone in the starving village of Karou who have turned to cannibalism. The story begins with Konoe in Karou, where he suddenly begins to see horrible dreams and strange marks appear on his body. This is believed to be a curse so Konoe heads off to Ransen (the big city) in order to heal his body…

English fan translation: How to install | Game files ver.1: onedrive | Game files ver.2: internet archive

(Patch could not work if the game is updated to version 2.00)

Chiral Mori

This is a fan disc of the Nitro+ Chiral characters, featuring 3 mini games. Various characters from Togainu no Chi and Lamento -Beyond the Void- are included. Play poker against cute chibis of the Togainu cast, or test your typing speed with the furry-eared guys of Lamento. There's even a strange version of the Puyo Puyo falling-block game for you to enjoy.

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Sweet Pool

After recovering from a serious illness, Sakiyama Youji hoped that things would finally get back to normal. But shortly upon returning to school, his world begins to change—and no one seems to notice. Bizarre symptoms plague his body, and vivid hallucinations of blood and flesh stalk his every waking moment. At the same time, two fellow students — the stoic Tetsuo and the notorious troublemaker Zenya — begin to take an intense and inexplicable interest in him. What are Tetsuo and Zenya after? Are his hallucinations really nothing more? Everyone seems to know more than they’re letting on—but by trying to put the pieces together, Youji may be sowing the seeds of his doom.

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Dramatical Murder

"I will destroy you." Midorijima. Situated to the south of Japan, this beautiful island was once a place where people lived in harmony with nature. Then the Toue Corporation took over, driving off most of the island's residents and forcing those who would not leave to live in the shadow of Platinum Jail, a walled-off megaresort where the wealthy wallow in luxury. Aoba is a young man living with his grandmother in the Old Residential District, the last refuge of Midorijima's people. While his peers join gangs and fight for dominance of the streets or immerse themselves in the virtual reality game Rhyme, Aoba works part-time at a junk shop and hopes only that his peaceful life will last. But strange things are happening on Midorijima, and Aoba will soon have to fight… or lose everything that he holds dear.

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Slow Damage

The year is 20xx, and the declining nation of Japan has built the ultimate casino resort: Shinkoumi. This “special economic zone,” once known as Tokyo Waterfront City, is functionally its own separate country under the complete control of a private managing organization known as the Takasato-gumi. But of course, a city with open doors has its dark side. Amidst the rampant crime and decay, degenerate hedonist Towa lives each day like it’s his last…

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[svtcupid]

Seventeen: The puppy Interview

english korean

Being the eldest out of the 5 her members looked at her to see what she would do causing cupid to roll her eyes in amusement.

'Lets say our greetings. SAY THE NAME.' Cupid greeted.

'SEVENTEEN! Hello we are SEVENTEEN.' They all said together.

'We are on buzzfeed to take an interview but we have very special guests. Please enter.' Cupid said dramatically as puppies went towards the members who gushed in awe.

'They are so cute.' Cupid said in awe as a puppy nestled into her crossed legs causing the idol to pout in awe as the8 petted the puppy.

'They're stepping on the pee.' Dino announced finding the scene amusing.

Q: MBTI is currently trending in Korea right now, but how much do you know about astrology charts?

'Me too. when I was younger I was always curious about astrology and wondered what my compatibility was with each astrology sign.' Cupid answered linking to the8.

'Noona who did you do compability test with?' The8 asked curious

'Next Question.' Cupid said immediately

Q: What is your love language?

'For me is actions, I am not very expressive person vocally, so I express my emotions through actions.' Cupid said

Q:What'd the funniest SEVENTEEN meme you've seen posted by carats on the internet?'

'I have so many saved in my gallery. But for me is a carat had a picture of wonwoo and placed a piece food infront of his mouth made it look like he was eating.'

Q: If you could speak to your teenage self, what would you say?

'Its the process of life also as much as you can run away from your members.' cupid joked causing her members to laugh.

Q: What type of songs do you listen to while at the gym?

'Noona, what about you?' Dino asked

'I like to listen to upbeat music, for me it helps to gain speed.'

Q: If you could only do dark or cute concepts for the rest of your career, which would you choose?

'For me dark.' Cupid chose getting disagreements from the youngers.

'I believe its because we are not young like we used to be when we did cute concept so its almost cringey to do cute concept. I grew out of it.' Cupid explained her reason.

Q: Do you have personal goals unrelated to seventeen?

'To take care of my grandparents and spoil them.'

Q: The hardest thing you faced when you debuted?

'For me was the attention, which is quite ironic at the time but the attention wasn't similair to the one had before.'

'That's all Thank you Buzzfeed.' Cupid said

[lorre-verie]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐡. 𝟐 ࿐ྂ

summary: (part 2 of the ‘my sanctuary’ series) It’s the first day of training with the Sully siblings, and all is going well, except for the fact that Neteyam, the oldest, has captured your heart. But what will happen when he crosses a boundary he didn’t know existed, causing you to lash out?

word count: 5.3k words EXACTLY

pairings: neteyam x gn! ao'nung's older twin! reader, lo’ak x tsireya

warnings: mentions of stress, being tired of life, etc, Neteyam may or may not be ooc (pushing my flirty neteyam agenda so hard), violence (not that much but fighting still ensues but its just a tiny little part yk), crying, physical touch.

note: most of the time when words are in italics in dialogue that means those words are being said in english

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | masterlist

To say you weren’t absolutely delighted with the Sully family's arrival would be a complete, absolute lie. A lie so bad anyone could have seen through it. The type of lie that wouldn’t even be considered a lie because it was so bad. 

Your father had excused you from your training and your duties so that you could focus your time on helping the family get settled into their new environment, and you were ecstatic. This would be the first break you’d ever officially gotten that would last for more than a few fleeting moments. 

The first thing you all planned to do together was try and swim in the ocean; to test what you had to work with. You walked along the damp walkways of Awa’atlu with your younger siblings Tsireya and Ao’nung, discussing the many activities you could teach them. “We could teach them how to stand on their hands in the water, perhaps?” you suggested, Tsireya nodding in agreement. 

“Oh! We could show them the glittering coral reef! Or how to weave cloth using seaweed?” Tsireya piped up, hands clasped together in excitement. Ao’nung scoffed behind you both, and you sent him a glare. “What?” you raised a nonexistent eyebrow. He rolled his eyes in response. 

“Can those tree huggers even swim? I’ll be surprised if they can even match the speed of a- OW!” he yelled, after you shut him up by pulling his ear for the second day in a row.. You crossed your arms, giving Ao’nung a disapproving glare as Tsireya giggled at his reaction, him rubbing his ear trying to soothe the pain. 

“Y/n, don’t you love me?? Don’t you care about your younger brother?? Why are you doing this to me?” he whined, being ridiculous as usual. 

“Oh shut up, you buffoon.” you sighed, getting tired of your brother's consistent efforts of trying to get you to apologize as you walked to the agreed upon meeting place near the Sully’s marui. Even Tsireya was annoyed at this point. 

Past the broad leaves of the trees that surrounded the walkway, you saw the 4 dark blue na’vi sitting in the sand by the water and a smile creeped up on your face as you noticed the youngest playing with the sand, and seeming to build a little structure out of it. 

“You’re supposed to be my older sibling, my protector, not hurt me!” Ao’nung fake cried, before opening his eyes and realising both you and Tsireya had already ran over to them. He immediately stopped his wailing and put on his serious face, walking over to all of you. 

“Morning, Kiri, Tuk, Lo’ak, Neteyam.” you smiled at them, Kiri sending a wave of her hand to greet you back paired with a slightly awkward smile, Lo’ak simply nodding in response and Neteyam sending you a sweet smile in return. 

“What are you making, Tuk?” you asked, crouching down to observe her . “It’s called a sandcastle! It’s a home made out of sand for tiny people!” she exclaimed happily, molding the sand together, her braids flying around in the air and she ran back and forth to cup water in her hands and poured it on the mound. The foreign word and the concept altogether made you confused, but you decided to just smile and nod.

“Hey, uhm. Tsireya.” Lo’ak croaked out, his voice cracking as he said your sister's name. He covered his mouth and looked like he wanted to punch himself in the face, but your sister did not seem to notice. “Yes, Lo’ak?” she smiled bashfully, putting her hands behind her back. 

You grinned at the sight. Those two were adorable together. As you looked at them having their conversation, your mind wandered. Would you ever find that type of love with anyone? It only seemed impossible for you.

Sudden sounds of gagging and throwing up behind you interrupted your train of thought. Ao’nung, you rolled your eyes. To others it would seem like he was just being bothersome per usual, but you knew that he was just being protective of your little sister in his own little way. 

Recently he’d been more vigilant in his task of watching over Tsireya, especially when she talked to other boys, probably because she was approaching the time to begin her rites of passage. 

You stood up and tilted your head backwards to look at Ao’nung, followed closely by Rotxo. You did a quick head count as Rotxo went to talk to Kiri before announcing, “Alright, now that everyone’s here we can get to the diving rock.” 

“Diving rock?” Neteyam said, standing up. “Yes, it's that rock over there.” you pointed at a large rock in the distance. He walked over next to you, bending down to see properly where you were pointing at. He put his hand on your shoulder, and you tensed up at the sudden contact. His hand was warm. 

Although his touch was foreign, it just felt right somehow.  “Can you see it?” you said, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Yea, I can see it just fine now.” he whispered, his omaticayan accent stirring something deep in your stomach. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. 

You turned to look at him out of impulse, and your breath hitched when you found that he was already looking at you, golden eyes boring into yours, as if he was searching for something. 

It’s as if the world went silent. Your surroundings melted into nothing, leaving just you and Neteyam. Time had stopped, the only sign that the universe hadn’t paused being your heartbeat, pumping in time. 

You were pulled out of your daze when Neteyam took his hand off your shoulder and started conversing with Kiri. Thankfully, it seemed that nobody had noticed your little interaction, being too immersed in their own conversations– and Tuk’s “san cashu’ul”.

You grabbed Kiri’s arm and helped her onto the diving rock, and you both sauntered towards Tsireya and the others who were already standing at the very top of it. 

“I take it that you all know how to dive and swim?” Tsireya asked, the question directed to the omaticayans. They all nodded in response, all but Tuk. She craned her neck to look past the edge of the rock, examining how big the jump would be. Once she saw that it was about 3 times her own height, she slowly backed away from the ledge in fear, ears folded downwards. 

Lo’ak saw this, and was determined to make his baby sister less terrified. He wanted to be the older brother for once, and he considered this to be the perfect moment. He moved towards the girl and got down on one knee. “Hey sis, look at me.” he said, in a voice so low that only she could hear him. She turned her head towards him, bottom lip turned outwards in a pout.

He put a hand on her head. “You can do this alright? You are the brave warrior Tuktirey, and you are not going to let a small cliff stop you.” he encouraged her in english, but to no avail. “But I’m not a warrior… I’m only 7…” she said, head lowered and eyes not meeting his.

“Hey, we can’t let age stop us like that. Do you want to be a brave warrior? Or nah. Cause y’know it’s really fine if you don’t. You can just, I dunno, weave tents.” 

Tuk furrowed her nonexistent eyebrows, slightly outraged by her brother's statement. “Yes I do! I don’t wanna weave tents my whole life!” she argued. 

You shared a look with Ao’nung. You had no idea what they were saying. Kiri and Neteyam on the other hand, their eyes were wide open. Lo’ak? Being a good brother? Unheard of!

“Well then, are you gonna let a stupid cliff intimidate you?” Lo’ak asked, smirking. “No!” Tuk shouted. “Lemme hear you say it louder!” he said, spurring her on. Tuk giggled, shouting “No!” even louder. 

“That’s right! You are gonna dive like you never have before, you hear me!” he yelled while getting up. “Yeah!” she shouted, pumping a hand into the air. “LOUDERR!” he bellowed, cupping his hands around his mouth to amplify the sound, eyes screwed shut and head tilted backwards towards the sky. “HELL YEAH!!!” she screamed, jumping up and down in excitement. 

You glanced at Neteyam, who was now sharing the same impressed look with Kiri. You couldn’t understand the conversation, but you knew it was a good thing. Tsireya was giggling, her eyes solely focused on Lo’ak. Rotxo and Ao’nung were just laughing, entertained by the two siblings’ howling.

Lo’ak took a deep breath, before bellowing again. “LLLOOOOUUUDDERRRRR!” “HELL! YEAHHHHHHHH!” she waved her hands high up in the air, cheering for herself. They both just started screaming nonsense, and all of you excluding Lo’ak and Tuk were grimacing, covering your ears. 

Somewhere, Neytiri was laying and chatting with Ronal near the beach, rays of light shining onto them. They were sunbathing. “Right, and the only way to truly control your children sometimes is to just-” Neytiri stopped, suddenly hearing the loud sounds of familiar screaming. “AAAAAGHHHH”

Their ears both pointed into the direction of the source of the screaming. Ronal sighed, expecting Neytiri to leave her in concern of her children. The omaticayan looked back at her.

“I’m…sure they’ll be fine. Neteyam will have it covered. If not, then my mate for once.” she dismissed, continuing with her previous sentence, Ronal humming in agreement.

Just as Neteyam was about to stop them and their insolent behavior, Tuk ran to the edge of the rock, still screaming, and jumped. “DO A FLIP!” Lo’ak called. And she did. 

You all crowded towards the ledge, peering down to see if she would resurface. It was silent for a few moments, the white foam and bubbles on top of the cerulean ocean showing no sign of her. Lo’ak being in front, got nervous and jumped into the water.

You waited for about 5 more seconds with bated breath. Just then, Tuk erupted from underneath the water with a big smile on her face, shaking the water out of her face. Everyone burst out in cheers. She was followed closely by Lo’ak, who nodded his head in beaming approval. “Lo’ak! I did it! I really did it” she screamed, her smile stretching across her face. “Never doubted you, sis.” he smirked, and they both high-fived. 

After Tsireya, Kiri, Ao’nung and Rotxo dived in, it was Neteyam’s turn. “Go on, forest boy. Show me what you can do.” you teased with a smile, arms crossed. He cocked his head, looking down at you. “No no, I’d much prefer it if you could teach me.” He gave you a sincere smile, but you could see the mirth dancing and twirling around in his eyes. 

“Teach you? Didn’t you say you already knew how to dive?” you questioned, looking up at him. He was so close, chest pressed against your folded arms. 

Since that interaction at the shore, you couldn’t tell what his deal was. He seemed sweet and polite to you when around others, but when you were alone, he was cocky and confident, always gazing at you in amusement.

“Well yes, but I noticed that you guys dive differently. You all stretched in some way before diving with perfect posture.” he responded, making unwavering eye contact with you. “Mmm. Alright then. I’ll teach you. But I will not be kind.” you muttered. “Perfect.” he smiled, leaning forward slightly.

“Straighter back.” you demanded, hitting the arch of his spine. “Cut me some slack…” he groaned. Your teaching reminded him of back when he had to learn how to wield his bow properly, except this was much harder. You pursed your lips into a straight line. “I do not know what that means. You know this.” you said nonchalantly, using your hands to fix his waist in order to do the stretching movement properly. 

Ao’nung burst out of the water, looking up at you two. “Hey! What are you guys doing??” he yelled. His eyes turned to slits as he saw you holding Neteyams waist behind him. That was not a good position to be caught in. 

“Do not worry about it! I’m teaching Neteyam how to dive in the metkayina way.” you yelled back. He rolled his eyes before dipping back into the water. “It means cut me some slack, y/n.” Neteyam resumed, voice slightly strained because he was not comfortable in the slightest.

You scoffed, backing away from him. The way he was trying to stretch flexed his muscles (emphasis on trying), and you were silently admiring his body. The light from the sky shone on his back, accentuating the curves on his arms and waist. “Y/n? Can I please stop this..” he practically begged. 

An idea popped into your head. “Yes, you may.” you smiled. “There is just one last thing I must teach you. Just relax your body,” you said. He relaxed his muscles in relief. “Forest boy?” you mumbled, placing your hands on his back. “Yeah?” he responded, and you felt him shudder under your gentle touch. 

“Fly.” you whispered, pushing him forward. He screamed while falling messily into the water, and you couldn’t contain your laughter. You followed him shortly after, not before executing a flawless twisted somersault in the air and landing in the water with a splash, looking around to figure out where he was. You couldn’t find him among the sea life, and started to panic, worry etched into every part of your face. Had you gone too far?

Just as you were about to swim up to the surface you felt someone pull you down by the waist. 

It was him. His grip tightened, and you thrashed around trying to fight your way back up for some air. The bubbles in the water from your movements surrounded you, obscuring your vision. Despite this, you weren’t upset. Or mad at him. You were smiling, trying your best to not laugh, else you’d swallow water. 

Your tail swished around behind you, and you felt it hit something, probably his face. Neteyam’s hand released you, allowing you to finally float up to the top of the ocean. Taking a deep breath of the salty air when you finally made it back up, you laughed to yourself and dipped your head back in to take a look at where he might be. You almost inhaled the seawater when you opened your eyes, because he was literally right in front of you. 

With your quick instincts you immediately whipped your head out, and when you were done wiping the water from your face, Neteyam was already face to face with you, a bold smirk plastered on his face when he saw how flustered you were from the closeness. 

“That good looking am I?” he chuckled, taking in your form. You simply gave him an unamused look, even though deep down inside you really just wanted to kick him away from you. But you weren’t going to let him know that he was getting to you. “Let’s just go swim with the others.” you said, swimming away from him, motioning for him to follow. 

You met up with Tsireya, Rotxo and Ao’nung catching up to them. Tsireya’s mouth curved into a smile when she saw you, and she signed “You are late.” with a mischievous glint in her eye. Your stomach did backflips at what she was suggesting. You swiftly played it off and signed back, “Nothing happened.” putting a normal look on your face like you didn’t get what she was trying to say. But Tsireya wasn’t dumb, she knew that you knew. 

But she decided to let it go, for now, because she was more concerned about the omaticayans behind you, who were at the top of the water, floating. Lo’ak submerged his head back into the water and looked at Tsireya who was signing, “Swim with us.” with a kind smile. You whirled around in the water to take a look at Neteyam, Lo’ak and Tuk. You noticed Kiri’s absence, asking Tsireya “Where is Kiri?” to which she shrugged as a response. “Maybe she swam ahead.” your sister suggested.

You all tread in the water a little more, turning yet again to wait for the omaticayans. But they swam up to the surface again to take in more air. Ao’nung signed, “What’s wrong with them?” with an annoyed expression on his face. At times like this you very subtly wanted to strangle your younger brother. 

“They are lousy divers.” Rotxo added. “Stop.” you and Tsireya both signed at the same time. “They are learning.” she signed, clicking her tongue, and you nodded in agreement. Ao’nung rolled his eyes and you pinched his neck out of irritation. Being the drama queen he was, he feigned death as if you had stabbed him in the heart with a spear. You and Tsireya swam up to talk to the omaticayans as Rotxo put Ao’nung in a headlock, the two fighting under the water.

This time both Neteyam and Lo’ak submerged their face in the water, looking at the both of you (followed by Rotxo and Ao’nung who were frantically scrambling to the surface to get some air because they were fighting like idiots prior) floating up gracefully to meet them. “Are you alright?” Tsireya asked softly, looking genuinely concerned.

“You’re too fast! Wait for us!” Tuk groaned, rubbing her eyes as Ao’nung and Rotxo came from under the water with a splash, shaking the water out of their hair and laughing at each other. Your brother looked at each of the omaticayans, all out of breath. “You are not good divers–” he sniggered, chuckling at his own joke he hadn’t even said yet– “Maybe good at swimming through trees but-” his sentence was interrupted by Tsireya, who gave him a smack on the back of his head. He gave her an offended look.

“C’mon bro.” Lo’ak sighed, eyebrows furrowed. He was clearly getting tired of Ao’nung’s relentless comments about their differences, as were you. “We don’t speak this “finger talk”, we don’t know what you’re saying.” Neteyam said, earning a slightly annoyed look from Tsireya when he said “finger talk”. However, she dismissed it. “I will teach you.” she acknowledged. 

“Where is Kiri?” Rotxo asked, his words laced with concern. Everyone including you started calling out her name and looking for any sign of her, with the exception of Ao’nung, who was too busy trying to figure out who “Kiri” was.

At long last, the day’s activities had ended. It was going to be eclipse soon, and you all decided it would be best to leave the ilu riding and teaching for the next day. You and Tsireya guided the Sully family back to their marui, met with smiles from Jake and Neytiri who thanked you both. “You must stay for dinner.” Neytiri insisted, with a kind smile on her face. 

Even as enamoured as you were, being face to face with a famous and fierce warrior (and Toruk Makto of course) who was inviting you for dinner, you had to politely decline as there was some place that you wanted to go to more. 

Tsireya, on the other hand, excitedly accepted the invitation, asking you to notify your parents on your way back. You gave her a knowing smirk, pointedly looking towards Lo’ak. Her ears turned purple, and she hurriedly shooed you away from the Sullys’ marui. 

You stopped quickly at your family's marui, telling your mother and father that you and Tsireya would not be joining them for dinner. “Oh? Why not, my child?” Ronal asked, holding a basket of food that was to be roasted. “Tsireya is joining the Sully family for dinner,” you paused, noticing your mother’s face hardening slightly at the mention of them, “and I’m going to go and clear my mind for a bit.” Your father simply hummed okay, taking a sip of water.

“Where to?” she asked, a glint of something that you couldn’t quite place your finger on, lurking in her eyes. Your dad swallowed the water quickly, “Yes- Where to?” he asked with her, trying to be just as attentive and caring as his mate. “Just along the reefs. I will not go far.” you answered with a smile. 

You expected your mother to ask more questions, she usually did, but this time she simply nodded for you to go. You waved a quick goodbye before excitedly scampering off to your second home. 

However, in your haste, you did not notice your mother peering at your retreating figure, following you with her eyes. Technically, you never lied to her, but you weren’t being as truthful. She saw you heading in the direction of the reef you always went to, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

“Tonowari,” she breathed out. “Yes, love?” he responded. “I believe y/n has found it.” she said, still looking out from under the marui flap. “Didn’t you say that a while ago?” he asked, a little confused. “Yes….but I believe they have also found it.” she replied, gazing at the figure of a certain dark blue na’vi running to follow you.

You were knees deep into the water when you heard someone call your name. “Hey y/n! Are you about to run away or something?” Neteyam yelled, not far behind you. You whirled around in shock and disbelief. He had followed you here? The audacity! He walked towards you, that signature smirk plastered on his face. He was not aware at all of the boundary he had just breached.

You glared at him, anger written all over your face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, tilting his head to the left. You didn’t know whether he was asking out of concern or just teasing you, and you didn’t care. Who would he tell that he saw you going in this direction? What if he blabbed to the whole village, and everyone would have an idea of where you went everyday, going here to wait for you?

“Y/n-” he said, putting a hand on your shoulder. You responded with a right hook to his stomach, sending him toppling into the water with a splash. You straddled him, raising your hand to punch him again, arm shaking. You were unable to contain yourself. Anger consumed you. All the pent up frustration from your past responsibilities and what you had to endure came flooding back into your head, as well as all the guilt. 

It wasn’t rational of you to act this way, but you just couldn’t think of anything else you could do.

His hand stopped yours, and he grabbed your waist to flip you both around, turning the tables. You thrashed against his hold, this reminding you of when you were in the water, but a whole lot different. Before, you were fighting him playfully, happily, but now you were just a mess. He picked you up and flung you over his shoulder (this man is STRONG as hell), pinning you to a tree. 

You were truly a mess now. Your attempts to get out of his hold turned into pathetic slaps, punches and cries, tears flowing down your face. You tried to stop, but you simply couldn’t. To you it felt as if Eywa stripped you bare and exposed you to the world, as you hadn’t cried in front of anyone in years. 

“I’m- I’m so, so sorry, so sorry, Neteyam. So-" you hiccuped- "so sorry…” you cried, leaning against the tree and wiping the tears from your face. “Shhh, it’s alright. Just calm down, calm down.” he comforted you, hands on your shoulders and still holding you against the tree, lest you run away from him.

You opened your teary eyes, looking into his. To your surprise, he didn’t look angry, or annoyed, or upset. He looked at you, calm and comforting. Your crying had reduced to sniffles, and you turned your gaze to the spot on his stomach which you striked earlier. He noticed this, and he smirked. “You may have gone through olo’eyktan training but I have too, y/n. It’ll take more than a little punch to injure me.” he said, trying to lighten up the mood (even though inside he felt like you knocked the living daylights out of him).

You didn’t respond, standing up straight. He let you go, wondering if he said the wrong thing. Instead of running, you pulled him into a hug. He froze, not knowing what to do, but after a few seconds he leaned into the hug, patting your back and ensuring you that everything would be fine. 

Now, you were both sitting on the shore silently, looking at the night sky and the luminescent plantlife glowing from underneath the water. You couldn't believe how ridiculous the outburst you just had just was. The water touched your feet, and you wrapped your arms around your legs as you sat. He sat about a few inches away from you, similarly staring into the sky.

“Do you..want to talk about it?” he asked, his voice sincere. 

“Only if you promise not to utter a word to anyone else," you inhaled, "And to not think of me as a monster after this.” the last words spoken in a mumble.

“Pinky promise.” he said, holding out his smallest finger, and you looked at him in confusion. “Oh right- I’ll teach you that later.” he dismissed, putting his hand back on the sand.

“There’s...there's a later?” your ears perked up, your eyes turned to look at him. “Of course. You can’t scare me away that easily.” he laughed. 

You sighed, “Okay, I’ll tell you.” You pivoted on your spot, whole body turned towards him. You told him the story of how you felt stressed of having to shoulder the responsibilities of your clan at such a young age, and the guilt of running away from them. You knew it wasn’t right, that you should have taken responsibility for your actions or had a talk with your parents about it. But you kept running back to the cave, as it kept you happy and comforted you, it was your safe space. 

“It’s not like I couldn’t help them, I was very capable of it. I was weak, lazy, irresponsible and stupid. The guilt has been eating away at me for forever, but I keep shoving it down. Maybe…maybe I just don’t deserve to be the next olo’eyktan.” you muttered, finishing your story.

 “It’s not your fault, y/n. You were just a kid when you had all that attention and those expectations pushed onto you, there was nothing else that you could do. And it’s not like you ran away from them completely, you just took a simple break every once in a while.” he said softly, putting his hand on your knee. Now that you both were calm, you could feel how exhilarating his touch was.

 “You know, I also had to endure tough training from my dad and stuff. The more I accomplished the more he expected from me,” he began.

“I wish I could have escaped like you did, every once in a while.” His golden eyes glowed in the night, and if you didn’t know who he was you would have thought he was a spirit staring into your soul. 

“I think that you were brave for doing that.” he mumbled, gently squeezing your knee. Your mind wandered back to when he grabbed you by the waist in the water, or how he picked you up in the fight before. Your cheeks turned purple, and you prayed to Eywa he didn’t notice it before you looked down.

A few more moments of silence passed by, you both heard nothing but the waves crashing softly against the sand, and the little taps of the tiny creatures burrowing their homes in the shore. You got up, stepping into the water once more. Neteyam watched you, confused. You were waist deep in the water when you turned back to him. 

“Well? Are you coming or not?” you yelled, and he quickly scurried to where you were, following you. You swam across the surface of the water, being considerate of the fact he couldn’t hold his breath for long. Eventually, you brought him a gill mantle so that he could breathe properly. Once he properly made the bond with it, you held his hand, guiding him to the tunnel. 

When you revealed what was past the seaweed he almost gasped the same way you did when you first saw it, and you smiled at his reaction. You let go of his hand, slightly wishing you didn’t, and began the descent into the tunnel, checking behind you to make sure he was following you. 

Once you made it into the cave, you immediately stepped out of the water, pulling out a new seashell you brought from out of your pouch, placing it on the wall. This is what you did every time you visited, bringing something special to add to the cave. Some of the items would be lost, probably as a result of the little creatures scuttling in to steal them, but you didn’t mind.

Neteyam poked his head out of the water, and he marvelled at the beauty of the cave, lips parted in shock. You smiled, sitting down on the smooth steps and dipping your legs into the water. “I told you, it’s stunning right?” you said, swishing the water around with your hand. 

“Well I can think of something that’s even more stunning-” he said with a suggestive smile, before you splashed him. “Okay okay! I surrender!” he laughed, before disattaching the bond with the gill mantle, letting it float around freely in the small water pool until it was needed again.

He sat next to you, his leg touching yours. You shivered from the contact. Everytime he touched you, or you touched him, it sent a tingle through your body, and you didn’t understand why. “I get why you keep coming back here.” he looked at you, “It’s beautiful.” You nodded, unsure of what else to say.

“..Do you want to play 20 questions?” he asked. You gave him a confused look (the na’vi only count until 16 because of the total amount of their toes and fingers, anything larger than that they just say ‘many’ so 20 here is said in english). “In English, they have words for every single number, all the way up to as many stars there are in the sky, or as many days have existed on Pandora.” he explained, and you looked at him with great interest.

“Twenty, is 16 and 4 together,” he added. You repeated the word in your mouth softly, ‘Twenty’. “Hey you got it! You don’t even have an accent.” he smiled, and you smiled back. It didn’t seem to be that hard to pronounce english words, if you were being honest. Like it was easy for you to learn how to speak in perfect sentences back when you were only 5.

“But what is twenty questions?” you asked, voice dripping with curiosity. Since you were a child, you wanted to know everything about everything that there was on Pandora. And you had learned everything that anyone could teach you, until now. 

“It’s a game where we can both ask twenty questions about each other, so we can get to know each other better,” he responded. That didn’t seem like such a bad idea, you thought. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | masterlist That’s all for now! Tysm for reading to the end, as always if there's any mistakes please feel free to point them out! Next part is going to be super fun, it also involves my own little headcanons of what Neteyam is like. Feedback is much much appreciated and I hope you enjoyed it! Please lmk if there was anything less than satisfactory, improvement is always something I strive for 💚

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11/2/2024 update - chinese:

1. Listening to something "harder" in chinese (poyun audiobook) seems to be helping. I listened to an audio drama today instead, just whatever my recommendation gave me (a crime solving BL which is the genre I'm comfortable in), and since it's an audio drama I definitely know at LEAST 95% of the words. I hear a few unknown words per minute, and when I look them up they're usually what I vaguely guessed when listening (so words I've read but struggle to recognize in listening). Since audio dramas are nearly all dialogue, I understand almost everything (i miss a few details per 5 minutes since theres still a few words I dont know and don't look up). I am not even paying attention, just letting it play as I scroll reddit ToT. I still understand almost all. So I think my quick-understanding speed is improving for more words. Poyun still feels equally hard lol, I catch dialogues mostly and then it's hit or miss if I understand descriptor paragraph's main idea when listening to the audiobook. But just listening to Poyun, while multitasking and just listening-in when I can focus, seems to be helping. So that's awesome! Maybe my test in a month will be if SaYe is clearer to me by then.

2. If you're a beginner learning Chinese, I again recommend dongchinese.com's Pinyin guide and tone pair drills. I'm begging you to spend a couple hours going through it. If you watch cdramas, even if you're watching with english subs, the ability to HEAR a word and type the pinyin into google translate app or Pleco app quickly for the translation is SO USEFUL. Early on, its useful for picking up new words and remembering them. But even now, as I'm listening to audiodramas, the skill of looking stuff up by pinyin as a beginner helps SO much now. I can hear unknown words in audio and instantly hear what pinyin I should type (zhi or zi or si or j or zhe or zha are very clearly different to my ear) and I'm used to expecting most words to be 1,2, or for phrases 4 hanzi long (so 1-4 initial-final pinyin pairs), with most words being 2 hanzi long, so if I hear an unknown word I can quickly identify WHICH 2 sounds are the new ones I just heard and look up the unknown word. These basic recognition skills get developed early on as a beginner, as you look up words and get used to the common patterns, and as you start reading and notice beyond the common 1 hanzi words, just how many are 2 hanzi.

3. If you're learning chinese and don't have the benefit of cognates with a language you know, chinese is still a bit "easier" to guess new words at a certain point. For reading, it's the multi-component hanzi which allow you to start guessimg rough pronunciation and meaning, and the 2 hanzi words which allow you to start guessing meaning is the 2 hanzi combined or perhaps related to the meanomg of the 1 of 2 hanzi you already know. With listening... there is also a benefit. Say you hear xiangfa - xiang think, fa method, you can guess it has something to do with thoughts or ideas or trails of thoughts. Xiang is a common verb so you probably already know it, or can guess it's THAT xiang based on context of a scene, and fa is also a fairly common word so you can guess it might be That Fa. It means idea. So guessing "thought" would be close enough to undersrand meaning. (And of course seeing it written 想法 thought+method xiangfa easy to see hanzi meaning and then guess idea or something close).

4. I'm hoping the comprehensible input/ALG suggestions of a LOT of comprehensible input actually help me with speaking tones. Even though I did tons of explicit study, which ALG thinks "damages pronunciation"... but I didn't actually speak much yet. At a certain point (around a year imto learning?) I stopped studying tones of new hanzi and words and just used audio in pleco or google translate (or TTS, shows, audiobooks etc) to hear how new stuff sounded if I didnt remember. Since I read a lot, so I just felt I needed to add more sound to not learn the wrong pronunciation... so idk how that will go.

[hob28]

Master Typing Quickly: Effective Strategies to Learn Typing Fast Online

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[journalsouppe]

Casltevania (NES)!! Omg i loved this game so much, but that shouldn't be surprising since The Adventure of Link is my fourth favorite TLOZ game ahdjfskl

I wanted to test the waters with the series early but plan to actually start my playthrough once I finish my Zelda journal which will be sometime this year. I also want to try a new journaling style with using fountain pen art but I'm still experimenting with pens and the style itself so don't expect spreads to look like this in the future lmao

The journal is from Copticore on Etsy!! I also made a post reviewing the journal (it's one of my favorites that I own ^-^)

Writing typed below!

Rating: 8.5 Played: Fa 2023 Port: Steam, Anniversary Edition Language: English

Comments:

LOVE the music

hehe pot roast

really enjoying the gameplay

i have no idea why the chest spawned in stage 5

evil that I cannot set an item to a button and have to press up plus whip

it's always the damn flying enemies T^T

trying to understand the family tree/timeline

these environments fuck!!! T^T <3

I really like both of simon's designs

love the stained glass with medusa

i like how simon and the early belmonts have an iconic walk

(switched to energel due to dip ink bleed)

the pride of frankenstein sounds so cool

the grim reaper hallway is so long T_T_T

NOT THE MEDUSA HEADS T-T-T-T

DAMN THE HOLY WATER DESTROYED IGOR AND FRANKENSTEIN'S MONSTER

i forgot hearts are tied to items T_T

death is so hard T_T

really loved the video that went over the history of this game's speed runs

THE COGS ROOM IS SO COOL

oooo i like how similar the thunderbird and dracula boss fights are

omfg dracula's head in the floor

DRACULA'S DEMON FORM IS CRAZY LOOKING

i can't express enough how much i love the ost - I bought i vinyl of it ^^;

CHRISTOPHER BEE, BELO LUGOSI, BORIS KARLOFFICE, LOVE CHANEY JR... SCREAMING T^T <3<3

absolutely love this game so much

Summary:

To start: I am still figuring out a journaling style so all my early spreads will be a little rough. That being said, I love this game so soosossososo much. This is everything my little universal horror heart could ever want. I knew I'd enjoy the gameplay since I really loved the gameplay of TAOL but the monsters and level design and music just made me have even more fun than i was expecting. The game is very straight forward and nowhere near as cryptic as TAOL, both are very charming but at least you can play castlevania without a guide. The environment designs are unbelievably gorgeous. I would love to draw them someday. I really liked not only Simon but his mechanics. He has a slow, burly gait and wields a whip-- very different from Joust moving link with his sword (joust the game). It ensures you aim your whip properly as enemies have to maintain contact with the end of the whip. The boss fights were also diverse design and attack wise, it was nice trying to figure out new strategies. I loved so much about this game, I just gave it an 8.5 since there's no major story. However, I love that this game was a catalyst for the whole series plus anime adaptations. I am sooo excited to play more of the series, esp Super Castlevania IV!

[vikings-til-valhalla]

One of my best friends felt stupid for being a slow reader. Having been there multiple times myself, and battling those types of thoughts on a daily basis for my whole life as well, I decided to write this to her:

You're not alone in that... In school, my teachers would all constantly say, "You should be able to read one page per minute!" Or something like that, it may have been 1 page per 30 seconds for all I remember. But it took me, regardless of the size, regardless of the number of words, minimum 2 minutes per page, sometimes even more. Taking any test that was timed and required me to read, I was panicked knowing I'd never finish the text in time to answer the questions. And that was often the case. I felt like a failure, stupid, and it was reflected in test scores. I'd get the answers right! But I didn't have the time to finish them all, and that's where I got penalized. However, when I took an untimed test for literacy comprehension, I was told I had a college reading level while in middle school. I didn't believe them. I was literally failing English classes left and right. Then, for college, there was another untimed test for the same thing. I scored so high that they literally did not have classes that could challenge me, and just threw me into the hardest English course they had even though I was determined to not need it. I aced those courses for 2 years straight with A+ in both, because rather than focusing on how fast someone can read and answer questions, it focused on how well you understood the texts as a whole. My one professor gave me 105% because she was so impressed. So all that to basically say, regardless of how slow you read, no matter how many times you have to reread the text to understand it fully, as long as you understand it that's what matters, and shows how intelligent you are. Schools pressure you to be fast at everything because in the working world, time and money are one in the same. You have to cut corners and make the top dollar or else corporations see you as a failure. And what is traditional schooling in America but a pipeline to the working capitalism world??

I've met dyslexic people who published bestselling books. I've heard of authors who failed all of K-12 schooling and published well known books by the dozen. And I myself am a very slow reader who struggled all through school, failed most every class for being slow enough that I couldn't finish any tests, but I've been given untimed tests and proved to be highly intelligent in every subject, several languages, countless forms of comprehension, and I published 2 books by the age of 23.

But I am VERY slow at all of that. It takes me hours at a time to solve a small math problem. It takes me weeks to read a children's book. I usually have to hear something twice or more to understand it, unless I have subtitles to read so I can back up what my mind processes hearing, with something visual.

It doesn't matter how slow or fast you are. Intelligence is intelligence regardless. Capitalism just makes it seem like speed is the end all be all of everything, because if you're slow, you're not doing it right/well enough, and you're not making enough profit for anyone to value you.

What's important to remember is to value yourself and what you've accomplished, no matter how long you took to do it, how many tries it took to succeed, or who approves of the things you achieved besides yourself. Your best is good enough, you are good enough, and your worth is not determined by production quotas of any sort in any capacity. Worth is inherent, and also built upon at your own pace by accomplishing things within your personal scope.

[spicykaraage]

Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Ryoma Echizen

[PROFILE]

Birthday: December 24th (Capricorn)

Blood Type: O

Birthplace: Los Angeles

Relatives: Father (Nanjirou Echizen), Mother (Rinko Echizen), Cousin (Nanako Meino), Cat (Karupin)

Father’s Occupation: Temple Priest (local)

Elementary School: Los Angeles Saint Youth Elementary School

Middle School: Seishun Academy Junior High School

Grade & Class: First Year | Class 1-2 | Seat 3

Club: Tennis Club (Regular)

Committee: Library Committee

Strong Subjects: English, Chemistry

Weak Subjects: Science Experiments, Japanese

Frequently Visited Spot at School: Under the big tree behind the school building

World Cup Team: U-17 World Cup USA Representatives ➜ U-17 World Cup Japanese Representatives

Favorite Motto: “All or Nothing.”

Daily Routines: Playing with Karupin

Hobbies: Bathing with bath salts from Japan’s famous hot springs ➜ Clearing games he’s borrowed, watching cat videos [23.5]

Favorite Color: Silver

Favorite Music: J-Pop

Favorite Movie: Any kind of Hollywood film

Favorite Book: Monthly Pro Tennis ➜ TENNIS LIFE (an American tennis magazine) [23.5]

Favorite Food: Grilled fish (with little bones), chawanmushi, local confections [23.5], shrimp senbei (plum and kimchi flavor) [removed]

Favorite Anniversary: Any day he can play tennis

Preferred Type: A girl that looks good with a ponytail

Ideal Date Spot: Santa Montica Third Street Promenade ➜ Santa Monica Pier Pacific Park [23.5]

His Gift for a Special Person: “Just tell me what you want.”

Where He Wants to Travel: A snow-viewing hot spring

What He Wants Most Right Now: Nintendo DS ➜ Nintendo 3DS [10.5 II] ➜ A smart watch [23.5]

Dislikes: Waking up early, cleaning the temple floors [removed], paparazzi [23.5]

Skills Outside of Tennis: Animals take a liking to him for some reason, can cleanly peel fruit [23.5], horseback riding(?) [TP]

Spends Allowance On: Fanta/Ponta

Routine During the World Cup: Soaking in an open-air bath

[DATA]

Height: 151cm ➜ 152.5cm [23.5]

Weight: 50kg ➜ 47kg [23.5]

Shoe Size: 24cm

Dominant Arm: Left

Vision: 1.5 Left & Right

Play Style: All-Rounder

Signature Moves: Twist Serve, Drive A, Drive B, Drive C, Drive D, Cool Drive, Selfless State, Pinnacle of Perfection, Samurai Drive, Hope [23.5]

Number of Times His Friend’s Visited Him While Abroad: 7.8 times a month

Favorite Brands:

Hats: FILA

Clothing: FILA

Racket: BRIDGESTONE (DYNABEAM GRANDEA)

Shoes: FILA (Mark Philippoussis Mid)

Fitness Test Results:

Side Steps: 71

Shuttle Run: 119

Back Strength: 102kg

Grip Strength: 42.3kg (left)

Backbend: 59.5cm

Seated Forward Bend: 39cm

50m Run: 6.1 seconds

Standing Long Jump: 237cm

Handball Throw: 28m

Endurance Run (1500m): 4:46

Overall Rating: Speed: 4 / Power: 3 / Stamina: 4 / Mental: 5 / Technique: 5 / Total: 21

Kurobe Memo: “Even though many areas already have a high degree of perfection, I suspect it’s highly likely he’ll continue to grow and improve. I would like to see him work on building his body without sacrificing balance.” [RB]

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bedroom [10.5]:

Trophies from past competitions // They’re placed randomly since he doesn’t really care for them

Alarm clock on his bed // The alarm doesn’t necessarily wake him up…

TV and game consoles // He has several types of game consoles but keeps the one he uses the most (Nintendo 64) connected to the TV

Closet // Where his school uniforms are stored. His mother will put them away if they’re left out

His pajamas he’s left out // He’s always in a rush when he gets ready for school

Karupin’s favorite cat toy // A cat tail toy

What’s in His Bag [10.5]:

A beginner’s guide to doubles // He bought it after playing doubles with Momoshiro. He forgot it was in there

Notebook // His math notebook he forgot to take out

Photos of Karupin // He insists that he didn’t put them in there

Notepad // He’s written down emergency phone numbers since he’s always late

Pen case

Game Boy Advance // Bought for him as a starting school gift, he plays it during his free time

Senbei // He drinks Fanta/Ponta when eating senbei

What’s in His Locker at the U-17 Training Camp [10.5 II]

Game console // A PSP. He’s absorbed in video games when he’s not playing tennis and has recently been playing a tennis game

Photo of Karupin // It’s one of his favorites

Fanta/Ponta // Grape flavor

Senbei // Having Fanta and senbei together is a must

What’s in His Travel Bag [23.5]:

Shio senbei from Okinawa // Gifted to him by Tanishi to celebrate his return to team Japan

[TRIVIA]

The Prince of Tennis 10.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 11/02/2001

Although he’s lived in the USA, he still prefers Japanese food and isn’t fond of Western food

People tend to be aggravated by him due to his abrasive personality, but he means no ill-intent by it

He gained his arrogant and abrasive personality from growing up in the USA

He will speak his mind regardless of how it sounds as he believes it’s a way of being kind

His first name is written in katakana rather than kanji. It’s alluded that it may be due to his mother being another nationality besides Japanese

Konomi had Ryoma wear a hat since he thought it was cool, and wanted people to associate his FILA hat with him

He is called “Shorty” by Kikumaru but does not mind it since he states height doesn’t matter in tennis

He likes grape-flavored Fanta/Ponta

He keeps everything he needs for school in his tennis bag, hence why he gets confused when some items are still in it

His personality is described as pessimistic, but shy, gentle and always striving for improvement

Konomi originally did not intend for him to be the protagonist. The role was originally going to be given to Kintarou, with Ryoma being his rival. He initially thought Ryoma would be difficult to portray as a protagonist, be better as a sub character and that making him the protagonist would dampen the mood of the series. He eventually decided on Ryoma and built the other characters around him

Konomi describes him as a “bad guy,” and that him defeating people who are even worse is a focal point of the series

The Prince of Tennis 20.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 12/04/2003

He is described to easily get engaged in a single subject and then excel in that area

When he concentrates, he will become so absorbed in what he’s doing that he will not pay attention to his surroundings

He is described to be suited for professions that require special skills, such as a pilot or astronaut

He is very susceptible to change and has an insatiable desire to become stronger

One of his favorite subjects is chemistry since the science behind the substances changing, combining and gaining different properties reminds him of tennis

He does not remember when he started playing tennis, and states he thinks he’s been playing it since he was born

His secondary sport would be soccer

The Prince of Tennis 40.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 12/04/2007

He is described to be sociable and lively, but doesn’t get too involved in his personal relationships and tends to be reserved

His friends and schoolmates often visited his house when he lived in the USA

He did not know what “Old Maid” was until he played it at the joint training camp with Rokkaku

In Genius 305, when he had won his match against Atobe and everyone huddled around him, someone had quietly handed him the shaver, but it’s a mystery on who it was

He considers Kintarou to be quite strong, and wouldn’t mind having an official match with him someday

He is the character Konomi states he has the least in common with, the second being Tezuka

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 2 | Publication Date: 12/04/2009

He takes naps around the training camp along with Jirou

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 4 | Publication Date: 02/04/2010

He had gotten his hat mixed up with Sanada’s

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 5 | Publication Date: 03/04/2010

He likes his grilled fish with not many bones and finds removing them to be annoying

The person he currently dislikes the most is his father

If he had a long vacation, he would go play tennis on the western side of Japan since he states they have strong opponents

He wants to win all four major world tennis championships

When asked what kind of plant or animal he is like, he replies with a cat since they’re free-spirited

When asked what his current goals are, he replies that he wants to fight more stronger opponents and win against them

He is named after Ooka Echizen, also known as Ooka Tadasuke

Konomi came up with his “Selfless State” technique since he wanted to write a story where the main character’s dormant power would awaken when faced against an unbeatable enemy. And since Ryoma was a returnee, he had him speak in English to surprise the audience and give his scenes a fantasy-like feel

Konomi corrects his statement that Ryoma didn’t win national USA junior tournaments four years in a row, he had meant that when Ryoma started tennis, he had competed and won in regular USA junior tournaments four times in a row

Konomi states he has tried drawing Ryoma more mature as the series progresses and draws Ryoma’s shoes and racket bigger to make him appear smaller

One of His School Days:

6:30am - Woken up by his cousin

6:45am - Eats breakfast while half-asleep, goes to school

7:30am - Late for morning practice, does 30 laps

8:40am - 1st Period: Math, half-asleep and dozing off

9:40am - 2nd Period: English, Grammar, half-asleep and dozing off

11:00am - 3rd Period: PE, bar exercises

12:00pm - 4th Period: Geography (quiz)

12:50pm - Lunch, buys bread at the school store after eating lunch

1:10pm - Gives in and buys and drinks milk

1:20pm - 5th Period: Science I (physics), is sleepy from eating

2:20pm - 6th Period: Japanese (classic literature), thinks of ideas for volleys

3:20pm - Library Committee meeting, wasn’t listening

4:00pm - Club activities, earnestly practices volleys

5:30pm - Stops by Momoshiro and a CD shop, then returns home

6:00pm - Dinner, bathes (with bath salts from Beppu Onsen)

6:30pm - Rallies with his father

10:30pm - Plays with Karupin while listening to music

11:00pm - Falls asleep while playing games on his bed

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 9 | Publication Date: 09/02/2011

Mifune’s eagles are shown to be fond and gentle towards him

The Prince of Tennis II 10.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 09/04/2013

He texts his mother everyday asking her to send him pictures of Karupin

He quickly became friends with the dogs at the training camp

The Prince of Tennis II 23.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 05/02/2018

When he and Ryoga were younger, they went out to play and had gotten lost for three days. They eventually managed to hitchhike home

Konomi had originally intended to show him being anxious about joining team USA, but then being helped by them to join team Japan again

Konomi states he may continue his and Fuji’s match in the rain

The items Horio had brought to the camp for him were Fanta/Ponta

The Prince of Tennis 20th Anniversary Book: Tenipuri Party | Publication Date: 08/02/2019

He did not mind playing for team USA and states the country doesn’t matter as long as he can play tennis

He did not care about being on the same team as Ryoga and had actually wanted to play against him

He states he felt some changes when viewing team Japan from an outside perspective

He returned to team Japan because he had thought of the people who made him stronger and wanted to fight alongside them

[doggiedrawings]

Goodbye, heatwave

We've just been through a heatwave in Los Angeles with temperatures over 100 degrees. The air is smokey from wildfires to the north (Altadena) and south (Orange County ) of us. Meanwhile, my daily internet feed is full of unfunny memes about ethnic immigrants eating pet dogs and cats, the ongoing US-funded deaths and horrors in occupied Palestine, and what November will bring. I envy all creatives who can maintain focus and optimism!

Well, there is one thing I am looking forward to: My new book - Dogs of the World now has a cover, publication date, and can be preordered!

Meet more than 600 types of dogs in this captivating canine gallery, from the English Springer Spaniel and Moroccan Aïdi to the Thai Ridgeback and  New Guinea Singing Dog. Packed with fascinating tidbits and hundreds of illustrations, Dogs of the World also shines a welcome spotlight on the world's 85 percent of dogs who are no breed at all, including mutts and village dogs.

You'll learn about different dog types and their working roles, such as herding, livestock guarding, scent detection, dog sports, and companionship, and understand what terms like purebred and landrace mean. Trace the history of our modern dogs through a vibrantly visual timeline, and pick up insights on breed health risks, personality traits, and how breed ancestry DNA tests work.

Featuring adorable artwork and research vetted by dog history experts, behavior professionals, and veterinarians, Dogs of the World is a loving and accessible guide to the diversity of our canine companions.

​Dogs of the World: A Gallery of Pups from Purebreds to Mutts is Published by Ten Speed Press, Penguin Random House - April 01, 2025.

[This is a mockup of the book cover, not the actual book. Approved by my cat Shimmy!]

PREORDER LINKS: www.doggiedrawings.net/dogsoftheworldbook

I can't wait.

[satvrngyu]

Hold On / theo x fem¡reader.

warnings: mention of self-harm, suicide, smoke and drinks.

++ english is not my first language, i wrote it and then translated it but it’s not the same, sorry </3.

plot: y/n and theo fell in love, but their story’s not working.

type: angst.

we were all at intak’s party that night, people were so many that you couldn’t go from one room to the other of the house without colliding.

as soon as i arrived i met keeho at the buffet who, as usual, cheered up to greet me while he was sitting on the table talking to another guy with raven hair:

« hello y/n, did you finally come despite the stress of the tests? how is it going with the faculty? » he asked me, coming down from the marble he was sitting on.

i smiled instinctively, passing a hand on my arm to massage it slowly trying not to blush.

« everything’s great, i’m just a few sessions away and then i’ll finally be free from this hell. » i answered.

i lied, i lied shamelessly.

i had given up for months now, i had completely run out of stimuli and every day there seemed endless.

i had tattooed on my wrist a sentence to overcome just this emotional breakdown: "hold on", hold on and go on with your head held high.

« i find you well... oh, by the way: he’s taeyang, my classmate. » he said to break the silence that the latter had created around him.

i think had a gift from god: i could create an accurate portrait of the person in front of me only with a glance, ninety-nine percent correct.

the guy whose name i had just discovered was certainly introverted and shy at first glance, a person to know deeply to discover the world inside and beyond.

i stretched out my hand and joined it with his, interlacing them and touching our fingers for a few moments.

we took them off at infinitesimal speed because of the discomfort, it almost seemed like we didn’t want this or as if we both had so much to say that we wanted it swallowed up by the black hole inside us.

i walked away smiling and went upstairs to the balcony, where I knew no one would come.

intak knew me like the back of his hand, he knew i’d be there a few minutes after the party started, and i’d just come down and taste a slice of cheesecake with all my childhood friends, so he even stopped coming for me when i disappeared.

i pulled out of my pocket the pack of blue winstons i was always carrying behind me and i lit one up, taking it to my mouth and inhaling some smoke.

unexpectedly and most importantly, suddenly, i heard someone coming up behind me and sitting in the seat next to mine:

« you shouldn’t run, you know?

"hold on", right? » said the feeble voice that sounded angelicly in my ears.

« we hardly know each other, indeed, we do not know each other at all... what do you know about me, mh? » i said in response to the guy.

« this world sucks and you’re carrying it all inside, you can read it in the galaxies in your eyes. » said poetically and resting a hand on my leg, continuing to stare into the sky and never meeting his gaze with mine.

« you know, taeyang, my heart told me something’s wrong.

since we are finished in this moment of confessions, how about talking to me about what keeps you down? » i asked.

« can you see that much?

it’s nothing, just a bad ending relationship, don’t worry about this nonsense. » said, smiling wistfully and staring at a particular star in the sky.

i tried to look at him too, then i put my head in the hollow of his neck and breathed his cinnamon scent.

then he whispered his phone number.

it was intak’s birthday again, it had been exactly a year since the day i thought i was finally happy after so long.

i thought that tattoo, "hold on", had really brought luck to my poor tormented soul, giving me the arrival of taeyang in the moment of discouragement.

in those months we learned to know each other, perhaps even too quickly, and to love each other as no one else could have done, creating a story that would only be ours and unique.

taught me to cook, i showed him my world of writing and music and we spent unforgettable moments, traveling, making love...

then, like everything beautiful, it all began to fade away and slowly eclipse.

there was not a real trigger event that put a stone over our relationship, we simply understood that in addition to doing so much good we were doing so much harm, taking away opportunities that we should not in any way waste.

he suddenly decided to leave, left nothing, except the sweatshirt that i carefully kept on my bed, the one that still had its perfume.

i thought that maybe we had raced too much, that i should give time to the time, and yet i wasn’t replaying anything we had had because i had finally had the strength to go on and not give up, to hold on and even resume with my studies.

after he left, however, i dropped everything again, as if all the progress i had made had been flushed down the toilet suddenly.

i arrived and greeted my friends with swollen and tired eyes, i probably hadn’t slept much and i had just finished crying looking at our photos and our messages.

as always, i went to the balcony and lit my cigarette, sitting on that deck chair.

this time i had taken much longer to get there, before i had drunk at least six gin tonics, or at least, many enough to get me drunk.

i took another one with me for safety, but i hadn’t touched it for the moment.

then, i felt a presence beside me, one of those you know so well that i didn’t even have to ask you in mind who it could be:

« the wolf loses his hair but not his vice. » he said with a smiling and sad voice at the same time.

« yes, it is indeed so. » i said, fading my words with difficulty.

« why did you drink so much y/n?

it’s not good for you, especially when the doctor told you to stop smoking. » he continued, looking me in the eye.

i looked away, i didn’t want to burst into tears again, even though i knew i was going to do it any minute.

i was completely drunk, i knew i had to pay attention to what i was going to say to not regret it, but i didn’t care enough.

« why did you leave taeyang?

why did you leave me without saying anything? » i said whining.

« it wouldn’t have worked y/n, you know that.

we loved each other so much, but i felt it would be better for both of us to stay away for a while. » he replied.

liar, it wasn’t just that.

was someone else?

you didn’t like me anymore?

i had so many questions for my head and the pain was getting stronger because of the alcohol.

« i loved you so much, and i’m still doing it, but if you decided to leave so maybe it wasn’t the same for you.

do you know how much i tried to hate you?

no, you don’t know.

i tried every fucking way, but i couldn’t and i kept crying about us for too long.

but that’s enough, i don’t want to see you anymore, despite i would pay gold to touch one last time those damned lips of yours. » i said all in one breath.

he moved a strand of hair behind my ear and made my sobs continue as i held my head in the hollow of his neck, his hair leaning against mine looking at the stars, just like the last time together.

« tomorrow you’ll forget everything, and maybe it’s better this way, my beautiful y/n.

i don’t want you to remember the moment i’m telling you that i still love you and that i would never leave you if i didn’t realize i was taking away a part of you.

i was the bad guy, and you didn’t even realize it, but that’s okay.

you’ll meet someone better than me one day, you’ll finally be fine.

now, please..."hold on". » he said and then laid his rosy lips on mine, uniting them in a kiss full of hope and destruction.

i wanted to forget, something actually managed to remove it, but those words of his remained engraved in my heart for the rest of my days, until i could no longer hold on and went to discover those stars that we had observed so much together.

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List of SSC Exams

The Staff Selection Commission (SSC) conducts several examinations to recruit candidates for various positions in government departments and organizations across India. Here is an overview of some prominent SSC examinations:

SSC CGL

SSC CHSL

SSC MTS

SSC Stenographer

SSC CPO

SSC JHT

SSC Selection Posts

SSC JE

SSC CPO Examination Purpose: To recruit Sub-Inspector (GD) in CAPFs: These include roles in prominent forces such as BSF, CISF, CRPF, ITBP, and SSB, Group ‘B’ (Non-Gazetted), Sub-Inspector (Executive) in Delhi Police: Group ‘C’. Pay Scale: Level 6 (Rs 35,400 to 1,12,400). Age Limit: 20 to 25 years. Educational Qualification: Bachelor’s degree or equivalent. Examination Scheme: Paper-I: 200 MCQs (50 each from General Intelligence & Reasoning, General Knowledge & General Awareness, Quantitative Aptitude, English Comprehension), 2 hours, bilingual (Hindi and English), 0.25 marks are deducted for each incorrect answer. PST/PET: Physical tests for male and female candidates. Paper-II: 200 questions on English language and comprehension, 2 hours, 0.25 marks deducted for each incorrect answer. DME: Detailed medical examination.

SSC CGL (Combined Graduate Level) Examination Purpose: The SSC CGL exam is conducted to recruit candidates for various Group ‘B’ and ‘C’ posts in ministries and departments of Government of India. Pay Scale: Ranges from Level 4 (Rs 25,500 to ₹ 81,100) to Level 8 (Rs 47,600 to ₹ 1,51,100) depending on the specific post. Age Limit: Varies from 27 years to 32 years, depending on the specific post. Educational Qualification: Bachelor’s degree or equivalent ( For all other posts Except Junior Statistical Officer (JSO) and Statistical Investigator Grade-II ) . Examination Scheme: Tier-I: 100 MCQs (25 each from General Intelligence & Reasoning, General Awareness, Quantitative Aptitude, English Comprehension), 1 hour, 0.50 marks deducted for each incorrect answer. Tier-II: Divided into multiple papers. Paper-I: Consist of 2 Sessions (Compulsory for all posts) Session I (2 hours and 15 Minutes): Section-I: Mathematical Abilities, Reasoning and General Intelligence (60 questions (30 each), 180 marks, 1 hour) Session-II: English Language and Comprehension (45 questions), General Awareness (25 questions) (70 questions, 210 marks, 1 hour) Session-III: Computer Knowledge Module (20 questions, 60 marks, 15 minutes) Session II (15 Minutes): Data Entry Speed Test Module (typing speed approx 27 words per minute) Paper-II: (For Junior Statistical Officer and Statistical Investigator Grade-II posts) Statistics (100 questions, 200 marks) Paper-III: (For Assistant Audit Officer/Assistant Accounts Officer posts) General Studies (Finance and Economics) (100 questions, 200 marks) Note: There will be negative marking of 1 mark for each wrong answer in Section-I, Section-II and Module-I of Section-III of Paper-I and of 0.50 marks for each wrong answer in Paper-II and Paper-III.

SSC CHSL Examination Purpose: To recruit candidates for Group C posts, including Lower Divisional Clerk (LDC), Junior Secretariat Assistant (JSA), and Data Entry Operators (DEO) in various government ministries, departments, and offices. Educational Qualification: 12th standard or equivalent (for LDC/JSA). For DEO/DEO Grade ‘A’ in specific ministries: 12th Standard pass in Science stream with Mathematics as a subject. Pay Scale: Ranges from Level 2 (Rs 19,900 to ₹ 63,200) to Level 5 (Rs 29,200 to ₹ 92,300) depending on the specific post. Age Limit: 18 to 27 years. Examination Scheme: Tier-I: 100 MCQs (25 each from English, General Intelligence, Quantitative Aptitude, General Awareness), 1 hour, 0.50 marks deducted for each incorrect answer. Tier-II: Consist of 2 Sessions (Compulsory for all posts) Session I (2 hours and 15 Minutes): Section-I: Mathematical Abilities, Reasoning and General Intelligence (60 questions (30 each), 180 marks, 1 hour) Session-II: English Language and Comprehension (40 questions), General Awareness (20 question) (60 questions, 180 marks, 1 hour) Session-III: Computer Knowledge Module (15 questions, 45 marks, 15 minutes) Session II (15 Minutes for DEO and 10 Minutes for LDC/JSA): Data Entry Speed Test Module ( typing speed approx 35 words per minute).

SSC GD Constable Examination Purpose: To recruit constables (GD) in CAPFs, SSF, and Assam Rifles. The recruitment process includes a Computer-Based Examination (CBE), Physical Standard Test (PST), Physical Efficiency Test (PET), Medical Examination, and Document Verification. Educational Qualification: Matriculation or 10th pass. Pay Scale: Pay Level-3 (Rs. 21,700-69,100). Age Limit : 18 to 23 years. Examination Scheme: Computer-Based Examination: 80 MCQs (20 each from General Intelligence & Reasoning, General Knowledge & General Awareness, Elementary Mathematics, English/Hindi), 1 hour, 160 marks (2 marks for each question), 0.25 marks deducted for each incorrect answer. PET/PST: Physical Efficiency Test (Male: 5 Kms in 24 minutes & Female: 1.6 Kms in 8.5 minutes). Physical Standard Test : Height - Male (170 cm) & Female (157 cm); Chest - Male (80 cm without expansion and with expansion 85 cm & Chest measurement for female candidates will not be taken).