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“Checking In on You” (Part 1)
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ship: kingsley x dizzy (s/i)
word count: 562
cws: some vague allusions to mental health stuff
summary: Kingsley notices that lately, his partner hasn’t been acting like themself, so one night he checks to see if they’re okay.
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Kingsley put his key in the ignition and turned it. He had just finished a long night of stand-up comedy, and was ready to drive home to his handsome boyfriend, Dizzy.
After starting the car, he backed out of the parking lot of his comedy club and went onto the road, thinking about him as he did so. Dizzy was an endearing man, with a kind soul and a free-spirited, eccentric personality that charmed Kingsley. They were also very creative, dabbling in all kinds of arts and crafts. His house was filled with drawings and paintings and little vases and sculptures that Dizzy had made on a whim. And Kingsley had to admit, it was a pretty good comedian too. Ever since he made Dizzy the co-owner of Camp Kingsley, it always cracked up the audience, both in its solo standup acts and in its duo acts with him.
But lately, Dizzy started to change. Kingsley didn’t notice it at first, and when he did, he just chalked it up to them having a bad day or just being tired from whatever comedy thing they did the night before. But now, whatever was happening with him was worrying Kingsley.
It used to perform at Camp Kingsley multiple times a week, but it started tapering off to once a week, to once every couple of weeks, to not at all. One night, Kingsley asked him why he had stopped performing, and he said he just didn’t feel like it, and he’d perform another day. He wasn’t sure about the validity of that statement, but he didn’t want to turn their discussion into an argument, so he kept quiet about it.
On top of that, he stopped doing any drawings or paintings or photography, even though art was one of his biggest passions. He just stayed in his room most of the time, sleeping well into the afternoon and spending the rest of his day in his bed, tapping on his phone or listening to music on his earbuds.
This self-imposed isolation had built a wall between Dizzy and Kingsley, and the latter took notice of this. Dizzy wasn’t as cuddly and mushy as he used to be. There were less date nights and movie nights and nights where they just hung out together. And Dizzy’s temper had changed too. While he was usually patient and hard to anger, he had become more irritable and pessimistic recently. This was especially clear when he started snapping at Kingsley over inconsequential things. Last night, Dizzy screamed at him because he had unknowingly eaten some leftover pizza they were saving in the fridge. Later on, they remorsefully apologized and admitted that they didn’t know why they were acting like this.
All of this worried Kingsley. It seemed like the joyful and vibrant Dizzy he once knew was now fading into a muted, angry shell of himself.
At long last, Kingsley saw the driveway to his house, and slowly parked his car.
He knew that Dizzy wasn’t happy, but he didn’t talk about it before because he didn’t want to accidentally offend them or make them worse off than they were before.
But after this reflection, it was clear that Kingsley needed to reach out and break through this wall.
He took a deep breath. Then, he stepped out of his car and walked towards the front door.
#yayyy my first selfship fanfic!!! or at least the first one i’ve actually completed/posted#second part will come out soon hopefully :3#patches’ prattle 🧸#patches’ books 📖#s/i: dizzy#👑 kingsley 👑
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📖 DESIGN: Suzuran Dustcrawl, outfit concept 1
[NO SPOILERS]
"Usami, I can't just make believe this is the first time..."
our adorably schlubby librarian comes to life, just in time for her birthday tomorrow!
i knew what i wanted from Suzuran's outfit from the start, so it wasn't difficult or tedious to design, and this will be our beta drip for the time being. some details:
post-apocalyptic librarian chic, but only sort of: Suzuran's design falls under the "eclectic" or "eccentric" style i've described earlier. she's not cyberpunk, rustpunk, or bronzepunk. Hope's Peak Monastery sits atop a man-made mountain and receives varied visitors from across the lands of the Empress, so her clothes reflect many aesthetics and non-aesthetics. a fashionista she is not
always cold: hence the triple layers. and, i suppose, she does live on top of a mountain. but she's the sorta poor-circulation-ass freak who's got the full winter fit on even in mid-summer sometimes
sweater: a repurposed fisherman's sweater. she's always wanted to go fishing. the inside of her brain looks like a river
coat: probably fucking made of upholstery material honestly. thicc
floral design: simplified, of course, to make it easier for me and future artists to draw. she'd keep plants if she had the ambition. the 蘭 kanji in her name (涼蘭) means "orchid" and suzuran means "lily of the valley" in general, so i wanted to reflect that. i wonder if Usami gave her that name?
floral design part 2: this is not embroidery but patterned fabric. she's been told she herself added the floral touches to this coat, but she doesn't remember if that's true on account of all the divine device anti-insomnia brain scrambling. the monks may be lying to her and/or making fun of her, really. they do that. a lot
patches: denoting her as a Monastery worker but not one of the monks. she sewed these on herself crookedly out of pure spite, but could easily do it well if she had the willpower, which she does not
schlub: i forgot to draw it in but these clothes are always wrinkled and poorly kept and smell like the inside of an old book. she does not button or tie anything unless reminded
another design to let sit for a while. next up on the docket for design: Kaname Yoshida, Gossip Wonder!
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#danganronpa#danganronpa fangan#fanganronpa#danganronpa au#danganronpa oc#awdnospoilers#awddesign#a wonderful danganronpa#awd📖
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oc/pc ask game!!
i love these and im like WAIT i can make my own!!
disclaimer, these may contain stuff weird, suggestive, and/or potentially dark so feel free to make your own version if u want but yea here u go
sections: Personal, Aesthetic, Music, Pleasure, Pain
Personal
🧼 Soap - Does OC have good hygiene? What is their routine or methods?
💰 Money Bag - Would OC donate the change in their purchase to a charity that a company claims is benefiting those in need?
💸 Money With Wings - Would OC commit tax evasion?
🐛 Bug - If OC was a worm, would anyone love them? How would others treat them?
🎮 Video Game - What would OC's gamertag/username be?
🔗 Link - What tags, blogs, pages, discord servers, and/or subreddits would OC follow on social media?
👀 Eyes - What would be in OC's search history?
✍🏽 Writing Hand - Your OC is given five seconds to edit/alter/adjust something about themselves (or their story). What do they try to change?
📈 Chart Increasing - What company/nobility/etc. would sponsor OC?
🎯 Direct Hit - Is OC "Wanted" in any village, kingdom, etc.? Dead or alive? What is the reward for them?
Aesthetic
🎨 Artist Palette - If OC was a color (or palette), what color would they be? Would others assign them the same color?
💻 Laptop Computer - What theme would OC's device, book, belongings, etc. be? What would their background, parchment, decorations be?
👔 Necktie - Does OC dress Modestly? Skimpy? Classy? etc. Do they have a dynamic, loud, quiet, etc. style?
👑 Crown - What textures are part of OC's clothes? Fluffy? Spiky? Leathery? Puffy? Feathery? What about shiny, silky, lacy, etc.?
👕 T-Shirt - Does OC prefer to wear vibrant colors or muted colors?
🐬 Dolphin - Would OC be a JJBA character?
💄 Lipstick - Does OC enjoy fashion? Would they enjoy styling others?
🎭 Performing Arts - If others wanted to join a cult devoted to OC, what choices would OC (or you) have in the style, theme, design?
🧣 Scarf - How often does OC change their style? Daily? Weekly? Seasonally? etc.
🧵 Thread - Does OC mend their clothes (or have them mended)? Does their clothes have tears, patches, alterations? How do their clothes get worn out or damaged overtime?
📖 Open Book - Share a moodboard you associate/made for OC!
🛒 Shopping Cart - OC suddenly has a lot of money. What is most likely the cause of this? What do they spend it on?
👒 Floppy Hat - Share a (sourced) picrew you made for OC!
Music
🎼 Musical Score - Share an OC playlist you associate/made for OC!
🎧 Headphone - Does OC have a large or small range of music they listen to?
🎤 Microphone - Share a (sourced) quote, lyric, poem, etc. of something that you associate to OC.
🎸 Guitar - Someone hands OC a guitar and tells them to play Wonderwall. What do they do?
🎶 Musical Notes - A Bard is inspired by OC and makes a song about them. What instruments, sounds, melodies, etc. may OC's theme song have? What would the mood of the piece be?
Pleasure
👂🏽 Ear - What sounds does OC enjoy? If OC likes ASMR, which types of ASMR?
🎲 Game Die - What would OC's favorite (pc/console/mobile/etc.) game be?
💠 Diamond With A Dot - What is something OC indulges in, publicly vs. privately?
✨ Sparkles - What is OC's comfort activity?
💋 Kiss Mark - Is OC promiscuous? Do they have a lot of lovers, partners, and/or friends with benefits?
😏 Smirking Face - How freaky is OC? What does OC do that they believe is freaky?
🥄 Spoon - What is OC's guilty pleasure food/treats?
🎓 Graduation Cap - OC is giving a motivational speech. What do they say? Who are they saying it to?
🧻 Roll Of Paper - OC is plotting an elaborate, mischievous prank. What is their plan and who is their target?
🥰 Smiling Face With Hearts - What do you love about OC? What events, art, work do you love to put OC in?
🤗 Hugging Face - How does OC make others happy? What do they wish they could do, or plan to do for others?
Pain
👩🏽⚖️ Woman Judge - Why don't some people like OC? What did they do?
🚩 Triangular Flag - Is OC uncomfortable with any topic, trigger, item, or event?
🧱 Brick - What is/would OC be traumatized by?
💢 Anger Symbol - What is OC's pet peeve?
💀 Skull - Is OC cursed? Haunted? Possessed? Fated to tragedy?
🩹 Adhesive Bandage - What is OC's worst type of pain to experience?
🔮 Crystal Ball - OC has witnessed a dark omen. What is the omen, superstition, or message that is witnessed?
🪓 Axe - What tragic/dark events, art, work, do you love (or love to hate) to put OC in?
😈 Smiling Face With Horns - How does OC make others sad/suffer? What do they wish they could do, or plan to do to others?
#oc ask game#no beta we die like adventurers in barovia#feel free to rb and ask in tags w/ ur ocs or how to find ur oc list and ill ask u these hehe#or feel free to ask me any of these about my own oc/pcs!!#id love to answer these about my pcs i have a long list on my pinned okay but listen jgfdhngf-#let me know if theres any errors so i can edit it ok ty
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💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?
📖: If you had to remove one book (/season/comic run) from the series, which would you choose?
🏳️🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?
💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?
It's actually good an interesting for him to have an established religion, it's just that not all writers handle it as deftly as they could. In most cases, if the writer is unsure how to handle the subject, or is unwilling/without enough time to do their due diligence when it comes to research, then it's better to just sidestep it. Despite what zealots on facebook would have you believe, most devout believers aren't screaming scripture in your face, they're letting the principles of their faith guide their actions.
📖: If you had to remove one book (/season/comic run) from the series, which would you choose?
Oh noooooooooooo, all the copies of Ultimate X-Men fell in the trash and burnedddd it's so saaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. I guess nobody is gonna get to read about creepy homophobic Nightcrawler ever again :((((((
🏳️🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?
This is gonna get me cancelled- so let me go ahead and say that I 100% understand why people think this, and I totally respect that it's important to them, and I would never take that away from them but- I don't think Spider-Gwen is trans. Like, YES I see the flag and the patch, and yeah I can see colors and YES I understand PARALLELS but like, in regards to the narrative I think it makes a lot more sense if Peter was the trans character. (I also understand the issues with that as well.) IDK Maybe it's just because I came into ATSV post Spider-Gwen and a lot of Spider-Verse comics where that's not really part of the vibe at all that it's just at odds with my existing conception of the character.
I guess to be fair, I am open to the idea of her being queer in other ways (gay/bi/ but mostly aro in some flavor) but this particular popular HC isn't one that jives with me.
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⬇️ about
names: C4 ('cee-four'), catto ('cat-o')
gender: nonbinary
pronouns: any, prefer it/its and they/them
sexuality: bisexual, aromantic
date of birth: june 26th, 1992
timezone: CET (CEST)
welcome to my twisted mind blog ✌️
hi i'm C4! i've been on tumblr since 2010, so this blog has become a weird and often embarrassing repository of my interests and things i enjoy(ed). i work a fulltime job and i'm here to have a good time, so i largely keep politics and drama out of this blog, i handle enough of that in my actual life already.
i'm an adult and my posts will reflect that. this is not a space for minors. i don't care if there are minors following me, curate your own online experience as you like, but there will be horny posting and some days plenty of it, you have been warned!
also sorry, beyond a handful of tags i don't maintain a proper tag system, tags are mostly a space for me to add commentary lol
interests:
video games: halo, elder scrolls, call of duty, destiny, swtor, warframe, too many others tbh (my gaming posts: #c4.exe)
hobbies: playing with my cats, collecting rocks pins and velcro patches, playing DND, hoarding dice, warhammer writing horny CoD fanfiction, playing video games, picking locks, listening to audio books, drawing (not enough)
music: asp, metallica, unleash the archers, 2ne1, van canto, miracle of sound, mick gordon
movies/shows: (i don't own a tv and i don't really watch many movies or shows, but) leverage, star trek, star wars
books: the murderbot diaries
📝 original characters
the elder scrolls:
haj'yena (morrowind)
shaahni'la (oblivion)
ra'hara (skyrim)
khanjari'daro (eso)
destiny 2
ifa'siir & echo
auphan-3 & vigil
sophia & hope
call of duty:
charles "shrike" waszkiewicz
eliza "thorn" waszkiewicz
original:
0851D-14N (sid)
immortal
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📖, 💡?
Two excellent questions. We'll take 'em in order!
📖 My favorite class or playbook from a game.
It's funny, this question. I'm someone who prefers to run games rather than play in them, so I don't really spend a lot of time thinking about classes/playbooks unless I'm designing a game (my current project has had me doing a lot of reading over different playbooks for inspiration). So I'm going to cheat and give you two answers.
The first answer is the Ghelf from TheOriginalCockatrice's game Troupe. The Gelf is a preening pissant, someone petty and small and full of self-importance with a flair for the dramatic. They are hard and bitter but believe themselves to be loving and sweet. They are in so much agonizing denial that my heart hurts to think about it. I think TheOriginalCockatrice did a phenomenal job expressing the ghelf's wretchedness, their vulnerability, and their allure.
The real answer is the one I am embarrassed about, the one I knew was my answer as soon as I read the question, the one class that has stuck with me since I read it as a middle schooler in the Complete Warrior book for dnd 3.5. I feel like an indie ttrpg poser that my favorite class is one from dnd, but let me talk to you about the Warshaper and maybe you'll see why it has been in my bones since I was 13.
The Warshaper is a prestige class, something that doesn't exist in dnd 5e (thank goodness). Prestige classes had to be built into, you had to multiclass in just the right way, do the right in-game things to qualify, take the right character customization options. And some of them were utter garbage and some of them were incredibly powerful. Like many things in 3.x, there was a kernel of a good idea somewhere in there, but the implementation was horrible.
The Warshaper's most onerous requirement was that you had to be able to change your shape, to transform from one body to another. A wizard's polymorph would do, as would a druid's wildshape. As would being a werecreature, as well. And the central premise of the Warshaper class was: what if you could change your body better? Now, this was dnd, so the implementation was all about combat - you can grow more natural weapons, they do more damage, you can rearrange your organs and muscles to make you immune to critical hits, your limbs can extend up to 10ft away from you. But the idea behind the class was immediately compelling, and as a deeply, deeply closeted trans teenager, as soon as I read this class I knew I wanted to be it, in a powerful and personal way. I also, being a deeply, deeply closeted trans teenager, never attempted to build a character that could take the class. I thought about dnd a lot more than I played it, and I made dozens of characters. And I was never brave enough to make someone who could transcend their body-of-birth and take this class, at least not until many years later, in college, when I played my first female character. Playing her was probably the closest I came to realizing I was trans until my egg actually did crack.
So, yeah, the answer I like to that question is the Ghelf. My real answer is the Warshaper.
💡 A game that inspired my own design or creative practice
Here I have many equally true answers. Honorable mention to dnd 3.5 for being so poorly designed that I had to start designing for it to patch up the gaps and salvage something good from it.
The actual answer, well, one of them, is Kazumi Chin's Rogue 2e, which is a love letter to the OSR and storygame ttrpg genres. Rogue 2e is an elegant game. It uses as few rules and mechanics as possible to communicate worlds of potential. Chin's game really opened my eyes to indie ttrpgs more broadly and proved that the adventuring ttrpg experiences I had grown up on could be built in so many more ways than I had thought possible.
Another answer, and the last I'll give for now, is Alexis Smolensk's D&D. Smolensk is a phenomenal writer and his blog (tao-dnd.blogspot.com) is an invaluable resource to anyone looking to run, play in, or design adventure ttrpgs. He has been building his world and expanding his rules for decades with the care and artistry of an expert craftsman. He showed me what adventure games could be, that the skills involved in running them could be deeper than I had ever imagined. I will spend the rest of my life trying to meet his skill level, and I hope that one day people playing in my setting can have half the fun I had playing in his.
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📅, 📻, 📖, and 🎁.
📅 Your birthday: I like to keep it private so people wont make assumptions about me based on when I was born (yeah i'm really resentful of astrology!)
📻 Fave song currently: Lately really loving After the Snow, Bonnie Dobson Fiona and Shane, Anne Byrne Wild Mountain Thyme, Joan Baez Into the Garden, and Cure For Me, Aurora
📖 Fave book: I have so many favorites so I'll just say my favorite old hollywood books! Jean Arthur: The Actress Nobody Knew, by John Oller and Me: Stories of My Life, by Katharine Hepburn.
🎁 Best gift you ever received and why: The best gift in childhood was the "cabbage patch" doll my mom made me for my third birthday, I wanted one so badly but they were too expensive so she made me one that looked enough like one for me to think the whole entire world was wonderful, I will never forget how happy I was when I saw that doll waiting on the couch for me that day. The best gift I received recently is the dress my sister sewed for me as birthday gift last year, I would always talk to her about my dream dress and all the features I wanted it to have that are very hard to find all together and she made it just how I wanted and completely surprised me with it!
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helloooo is the cloud ask still open? I would like to ask about my future in university if that's okay.
thank you!
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As I gaze at the clouds, I notice a cluster of them swirling in a circle 🌪️. This represents your current thoughts about your future at university—uncertainty and perhaps a bit of anxiety. But just below that, I see a cloud forming into the shape of an open door 🚪. This signifies that there are opportunities for you waiting, if you continue to push through the confusion and uncertainty.
Another cloud begins to form into the shape of a book 📖, its pages turning smoothly as if guiding you through the next chapters. This represents the learning and growth that awaits you at university. It's a clear sign that if you focus on your education and put in the effort, the knowledge and experiences you gain will lead to progress and fulfillment.
Finally, I see a patch of clear, blue sky with soft, fluffy clouds scattered throughout ☁️. These clouds represent a sense of peace and balance in your university life once you find your rhythm. You will face challenges, but overall, you will find success and a good flow once you adjust to the pace of academic life.
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Tides of Time Masterlist
This collection of one-shots follows Steve and Bucky as they navigate retirement, building a life together filled with love, laughter, and everyday moments. From quiet mornings to new adventures, each story captures the little things that make their life complete as they embrace the future, side by side.
Read here on Ao3
Works in series :
📖Something Sweet
•Paring: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers •Rated: General Audience •Tags: Recovering Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Steve Rogers, Bucky Loves To Cook, Bucky Loves To Bakes, He Loves Being In The Kitchen In General, Domestic Bliss, Fluffiest Fluff Fest, Boys In Love, Therapy, Getting Better One Day At A Time, Supportive Steve Rogers.
•Summary: In the wake of Bucky's liberation from HYDRA, he and Steve have settled into a quiet small town in upstate New York, making a home together. Bucky is dedicated to his recovery, driven by his desire to better himself for both his own sake and for his loving, patient, and kind boyfriend, Steve. As Bucky reflects on his journey, he realizes that he has never properly apologized to Steve for the pain he caused. Determined to express his remorse in a meaningful way, Bucky decides that the best way to say "I'm sorry" is by baking a cake.
📖Pumpkin Kisses and Fall Wishes
•Paring: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers •Rated: General Audience •Tags: Recovering Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Steve Rogers, Bucky Takes A Walk Down Memory Lane Pumpkin Patch, Pumpkin Picking, Fall, Boys In Love, Fluff, Making Memories
•Summary: Bucky and Steve head to a pumpkin patch for a fun autumn day, but what starts as an innocent afternoon turns into something more meaningful. As Bucky reflects on the past and embraces new traditions with Steve, they share sweet moments of laughter, love, and creating memories together.
📖 Glitter Warfare
•Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers •Rating: Mature •Tags: Recovering Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Steve Rogers, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Not Captain America Steve Rogers, Crabby Bucky, Avengers, Comic Book Villian, Ridiculousness, Bucky Just Wants To Bake His Bread, Anal Sex, Boys In Love. •Summary: All Bucky wanted was a quiet Sunday in the kitchen, baking bread and enjoying his quiet day. But when Steve answers his phone without checking the caller ID, Bucky finds himself dodging blasts and battling robots instead. It's just another day in the life of Bucky Barnes, where glitter explosions and super-soldier boyfriends are par for the course
📖Spooky Sweet
•Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers •Rating: General Audience •Tags: Recovering Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Steve Rogers, Halloween, Trick or Treating, Flirting, Fall, Boys In Love, Fluff, Making Memories, Bucky Bakes, Bucky and Nebula are besties. •Summary: It's Halloween night, and Steve arrives home to find his fiancé has gone all-out on decorations, with the house fully transformed for the holiday. Between handing out candy, cozy pajamas, and a movie marathon with homemade treats, Halloween quickly becomes one of his favorites.
📖Moments Worth Savoring
•Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers •Rating: General Audience •Tags: Recovering Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Steve Rogers, Boys In Love, Engaged Bucky and Steve, Thanksgiving, Bucky Is So Stressed, Steve Is Just Trying To Survive, Avengers, Avengers Family, Found Family, Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Domestic Avengers. •Summary: Bucky Barnes takes on the challenge of hosting his first-ever Thanksgiving with every Avenger gathered under one roof. Determined to make it a day to remember, Bucky dives headfirst into planning, cooking, and keeping the chaos at bay.
📖 ‘Tis The Season
•Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers •Rating: General Audience •Tags: Recovering Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Steve Rogers, Introducing Alpine, Domestic Bliss, Flirting, Kissing, Boys In Love, Christmas Time, Alpine Is A Furry Demon Kitty. Summary: Steve and Bucky were hoping for a peaceful day decorating for Christmas, but their feisty kitten, Alpine, had other plans. From Christmas tree chaos to chili-making mishaps and missing ornaments, the holiday season becomes a whirlwind of frustration, laughter, and unexpected joy.
📖 I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas
•Pairing:Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers •Rating: General Audience •Tags: Recovering Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Bucky Barnes, Semi-Retired Steve Rogers, Introducing Alpine, Domestic Bliss, Flirting, Kissing, Boys In Love, Christmas Time, Snow Storms, Alpine Is A Furry Demon Kitty.
Summary: Bucky and Steve spend a cozy Christmas morning in their snow-covered cabin, savoring coffee and Bucky's famous butterscotch rolls. Wrapped in a blanket with Alpine nearby, they watch A Christmas Carol and reminisce about seeing it decades ago. With the fire crackling and snow falling outside, their simple traditions make the holiday perfect.
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September 19, 2024
Uncommon Peace
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In his bid to find a perfect illustration for peace, a man announced a contest. Artists all over the world submitted their works angling for the winning prize, and when the deadline was due, the Judges scrutinized each of the pieces. Most of the works were paintings of serene lakes and landscapes, truce between nations at war, handshakes between enemies, etc. Yet none of them won.
The winning painting was of "a raging waterfall cascading down rocky patches with stormy clouds threatening to unleash the fury of lightning and hail. A winding tree clung to the rocks by the falls, and one of its branches dangled before the waterfall. A little bird had built a nest in the elbow of that branch. Content and undisturbed in her stormy surroundings, she rested on her eggs. With her eyes closed and her wings ready to cover her little ones, she manifested peace that transcends all earthly turmoil."
The bird was totally at peace, though surrounded by unkind circumstances. This world is a polarized despot of troubles and problems that aim to strangle our peace. Yet we should learn to stand unfazed and unmoved, steadfastly hinged upon the word of our God.
The book of Job puts it aptly:
"When men are cast down, then thou shalt say, There is lifting up; and he shall save the humble person" (Job 22:29).
Peace then, is not just the absence of war but the presence of God.
Are you walking in peace?
Further studies: Isaiah 26:3, Psalm 4:8, John 16:33, Mark 4:36-39
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The Masked Singer: S11 E1 (Season 11 Premiere, Rita Ora Joins the Judging Panel)
It’s time for a brand new season of The Masked Singer, and this season a new judge will be joining the panel. Rita Ora, who has judged on the British version of the show, will be taking over for Nicole Scherzinger this season as Nicole is doing a run in the revival of Sunset Boulevard in London’s West End.
It looks like this season will have the same format as the last few seasons. As always, I post before I see any unmaskings, so what you see here are my guesses, not spoilers.
Goldfish 🐠: Was an overnight sensation. Felt like she was living in a fishbowl. A jar of hearts. Two kisses 💋 and a glass slipper. Well, the “Jar of Hearts” could be a reference to the Christina Perri song of the same name. But she doesn’t sound like Christina Perri. The glass slipper could suggest she was in a movie adaptation of “Cinderella”, of which there’s been many. So it could be any of Lily James, Hilary Duff, Selena Gomez, Anna Kendrick, Drew Barrymore, and so on. The bonus clue is a gold record. But there has also been several theatrical productions based off of Cinderella, and one of the judges also brought up Carly Rae Jepsen, who was in a Broadway revival of Rodgers + Hammerstein’s Cinderella and played the title character. “Overnight sensation” could refer to both her run on Canadian Idol (in which she finished in 3rd place in the show’s fifth season) and her hit single “Call Me Maybe” taking off seemingly overnight. And the kisses? She released an album called Kiss. I’m going with Carly Rae Jepsen for the moment.
Starfish ⭐️: Met Steve Martin and Whitney Houston. Four leaf clover, a Cabbage Patch-like doll. Might be a comedian. The voice is making me think of Jennifer Coolidge from Legally Blonde. Bonus clue: streamed over 50 billion minutes in a single year. Molly Shannon is also a good guess.
Ugly Sweater 🧶: Was wheeled in and may seemingly be an older man. A rabbit in a hat, and he had some hard times. A blue record. The bonus clue: a sweater reading “Featuring”. I’m a little bit stumped, but I think Verdine White from Earth, Wind & Fire may be the best guess here for now. The Flo Rida record Robin Thicke was referring to was “I Don’t Like It, I Love It”, which featured Verdine White on bass. While he’s not particularly as known for his vocals as his bandmates Maurice White (Verdine’s half-brother) and Philip Bailey were, he has performed vocals with the group.
Lovebird 🦜: Says he’s a hopeless romantic. A pink and yellow heart. A wedding cake topper with no bride. A watch with #1 on the face, a pair of dice that add up to 5. My guess is that he’s appeared on The Bachelor or one of its related shows. The bonus clue: a TV screen reading “Leading Man”. He sounds kind of young-ish, and I initially thought he was “Diver” last season (who turned out to be Tom Sandoval from Vanderpump Rules), but I’m going to go with this guess again: Nick Viall from The Bachelor.
Book 📖: He has stories for days and a really good vocabulary. A detective badge and a sign for an open mic night. His mom had a huge influence on him. A ghost, and he is covering a song by last season’s winner Ne-Yo and he wants to prank a friend. Just from the sound of his voice, this has to be Kevin Hart. And his friend? He was in The Real Husbands of Hollywood with both Robin Thicke and Nick Cannon. He’ll likely be the first one eliminated, and if he somehow survives elimination, he’ll unmask himself anyway. And the height of his costume from the soles of his feet to the top of his hat, he’s barely as tall as Nick Cannon! Great prank, sir!
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February 19, Day 50
Day 50 2015
Someone being silly in the car today.
#lovemyniece #toofunny #toocute #niece #picoftheday #project365 #day50
Day 50 2016
On our walk we found some ladybugs.
#ladybug #spots #closeup #macro #stem #leaves #outdoors #nature #insect #fauna #flora #red #pink #shadesoflove #february #picoftheday #project365 #day50
Day 50 2017
Cookies and cream
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Day 50 2018
Old comfort!
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Now he is 38, still retired (lucky bear), and still always there for me!
Day 50 2019
Lashes for days
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Less spooky than the last lash picture I posted.
Day 50 2020
Tree in the drops
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Day 50 2021
Real winter photos will never get old!
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Day 50 2022
Woven in gold
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Day 50 2023
I've always been yours!
#beach #work #mermaidlife #gulf #clouds #bluesky #nature #february #february19 #2023 #picoftheday #project365 #day50
Day 50 2024
Life would be so dull without books 📖 🪄 💕
#book #dailytheme #magic #love #read #innerglow #february #february19 #2024 #picoftheday #project365 #day50
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From There to Here - Part 17. Imagination
Summary: Told from a young woman’s POV. Emily and Bobbi are passengers on a cargo ship sailing from Boston to Lisbon, then Rome. On the fourth day Emily meets Jakob, an attractive man with blue eyes. Finding each other’s company enjoyable they spend time together talking about literature. After touring Lisbon together they find Bobbi was assaulted by two male passengers and Jakob promises to watch out for both of them. Before the trip is over he tells Bobbi more about himself, including his real name - Bucky.
Length: 7K (yes it’s a long one)
Characters: Jakob, Emily, Bobbie, two frat boy types, Jacinto, ship’s officer.
Warnings: admissions of killing people, talk of sexual assault, sadness.
Author notes: I feel like this time on the ship would be beneficial to Bucky as there would be a sense of adventure that he hadn’t felt before. With a small crew and passenger list he wouldn’t feel overwhelmed by the crowds, either.
<<Part 16
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Three days into the journey and I was already bored. My girlfriend, Bobbi, had convinced me that travelling to Europe via a cargo ship would be a great way to meet people. What she didn't tell me was that taking a cargo ship journey wasn't like taking a cruise ship journey. First of all, there was no bar, and no alcohol as it was a working ship. Secondly, there was no entertainment, other than what you could borrow from the onboard library. Library meaning a small storeroom with a few dozen books, board games, VHS and DVD movies, some of which had been viewed so many times they were worn out and more often than not got stuck in the replay. The crew were either too busy with their jobs to be friendly, or they would be friendly with seemingly only one goal in mind, a brief fuck in their shared quarters on their off times. The passengers, which on this trip numbered about a dozen, were equally unlikely friends. There were a couple of older couples, that seemed to enjoy the quiet on the ship, walking around the running/walking track that snaked between the shipping containers, a pair of younger couples who barely left their quarters except to appear at the dining room, eat and disappear back into their cabins to spend all day in bed. That left me, Bobbi, an older man named Darryl who was buried into his book, and a couple of frat boy types who continually complained about being bored, until they found out about the workout room and disappeared into that sweaty pit to amuse themselves.
Bobbi wasn't much help either as on the second day she appeared to be suffering from sea sickness. She went to the medical centre and they put a patch on her but in her usual dramatic way she took to her bed, moaning and sighing about how she couldn't keep anything down but would I mind bringing her something from the dining room that she would try to eat when she felt up to it? Feeling rather let down at being demoted to personal nursemaid from travelling companion I would bring her something then head out on deck to take in the sea air. At least there, in my little sheltered alcove that I found I could daydream and imagine myself on a three masted ship travelling across the Atlantic to join my future husband in the new world. Yeah, I was that type of romantic.
I was surprised on that third day, after I had just dropped off Bobbi's lunch sandwich and bottle of water, when I stepped out of our shared cabin and walked right into the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He seemed startled when I walked into him and gently grasped my arms with his gloved hands to steady me as the ship rolled slightly.
"I'm sorry," he said, in a soft voice that made me look up immediately, into eyes as blue as the ocean.
He was tall and his broad shoulders almost filled the passageway. His dark brown hair was short and he hadn't shaved for a couple of days but the stubble looked good on him.
"No, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," I said, trying to step to the side.
He smiled shyly and stepped to the side himself as we squeezed past each other. Nodding his head once he continued on down the passageway and I stood there, dumbfounded, watching him walk away until he got to the door of another cabin and entered it. He glanced back at me before he went in then closed the door behind him.
"Damn," I thought. "Has he been hiding in his cabin this whole time?"
For a moment I wanted to tell Bobbi about him but then I realized I wanted to savour the moment for myself, and I turned back towards the way I was headed, up to my private alcove. When I got there, I got into my daydream mode but now the blue-eyed man was in it, as the handsome, yet sensitive naval lieutenant, who joined the ship's crew to escape a forced marriage with the earl's daughter, arranged by his heartless father in order to save the family estate that he had put into jeopardy with his reckless gambling. I had the daydream all figured out, the chance meeting, the longing glances, the brief touching of hands when he picked up my handkerchief to return it to me, the almost chaste kiss, then the heartbreak when I revealed I was already engaged to a man I didn't know in a marriage arranged by our parents. That was followed by more longing glances then the passionate kiss one night on the bow, as the ship sailed through the light of a full moon. It was good stuff, and it was completely in my head.
Of course I tried to find him again. At first I thought maybe he was out and about at certain times but the rest of the day I didn't see him. Bobbi was feeling better on the fourth day and she wanted to get out of the cabin so after breakfast we went for a walk on the deck. I looked down every pathway that snaked off of that route but there was no sign of him. Bobbi noticed me looking and brought it up.
"Who or what are you looking for?" she asked.
"Nothing...no one," I stammered. "I'm not ...."
She giggled. "Wow, you're so defensive. He must be cute for you to keep him to yourself."
At that moment Blue-eyes walked past us, quickly, with his head down as if he just wanted to get his walk done with. My face must have shown something because Bobbi picked up on it and pointed at him as he walked away from us.
"Him?" she said then she totally embarrassed me by calling out to him. "Hey, handsome!"
For a moment he hesitated and looked back at us, with a look that was almost terrified. Then he looked to either side then back at us.
"Me?" he asked.
Bobbi ever so elegantly (not) strode right up to him. "Yeah, you," she said. "Where have you been hiding yourself?"
"In my cabin?" he offered and Bobbi giggled then began playing with her hair (yes, she was that girl).
"What's your name?" she asked. "I'm Bobbi and this is my girlfriend, Emily."
We stood there waiting for him to answer. Actually, she waited for him to answer while I tried to shrink myself into nothing because I was so embarrassed at her boldness with him. I could tell he was reserved, introverted, and maybe even a little afraid but Bobbi didn't see any of that. She saw a good looking man who she wanted to pay attention to her.
"No one," he said, in almost a whisper. "I'm no one."
He turned around and ran from us, literally ran. Bobbi just stood there, with her mouth open, for about a minute before turning to me.
"I wonder what his problem is," she finally said and started walking again.
Just like that she dismissed him from her mind. Which was fine, because I was already protective of him. I know that we had barely spoken two words to each other, but I felt a kinship with him. In the few times I had seen him he struck me as someone unsure of his place in the world, something I could empathize with. Yes, I put him in my fantasy daydream but not as himself. It doesn't make sense, I know that, but I lived in my head a lot and he seemed like someone that lived in his head as well. Not that it mattered. I'm sure that he wouldn't step foot outside of his cabin now that he had experienced Bobbi's unwanted attention.
We went to dinner in the dining room and had just sat down at a table for four, as all the tables for two were taken. As more people came in Bobbi kept looking at me.
"Where are all the single guys?" she asked. "The only reason I thought this would be better than taking a regular cruise is because I was told it was mostly single guys that took these cargo ship trips. If I had known it was mostly couples I would have just flown to Europe." She sighed in disgust then just as quickly perked up. "Hello."
She looked to the doorway where the two frat boy types had just entered. I put my hand on my forehead, already feeling a headache coming on. Bobbi stared at the two, making eye contact with one of them. He nudged his friend and they both looked at us. It was all so...high school, no... more like junior high. I stood up.
"Where are you going?" asked Bobbi. "Two of us, two guys. It's perfect."
"No," I replied. "I've already had the pleasure of their company and I'd rather go to the dentist. You do what you want but I'm leaving."
I got up and left, already regretting coming on this trip with Bobbi, because it was heading towards how it always ended up; her coming on to anything remotely "attractive" wearing pants. As I got into the passageway I just blindly walked, until I realized that I was lost in the maze of hallways and stairways. I tried to find my way back but it was hopeless and when I found a stairway I sat on the bottom step and cried, waiting for someone, a crew member perhaps, to find me and lead me back to where I was supposed to be. After about twenty minutes I heard footsteps and looked up, surprised to see Blue-eyes. I wiped my eyes and nodded my head at him.
"Are you alright?" he asked, in that soft voice of his.
"No," I said honestly as I looked at the floor because he was too pretty to look directly at. "I'm sorry my friend was so pushy with you. I kind of got upset with her and left her in the dining room. I didn't watch where I was going and now, I'm lost."
He didn't say anything, but he didn't leave, and I looked up at him. His broad shoulders seemed to take up the entire space and in another context, he probably would have seemed menacing, but he smiled kindly and offered me his hand.
"I've been walking through here for something to do," he explained. "I know the way out, if you trust me." Taking his hand I let him pull me up. "I'm Jakob."
He gestured to the stairs and told me to go up to the next level. Following behind me when I got to the top he told me to go right. The passage wasn't big enough for us to walk side by side but I found his presence behind me comforting.
"Your friend is very confident," he said.
I smirked. "You could call it that," I replied, turning my head to the side so he could hear me. "She's not very respectful of boundaries sometimes. I don't mind it most of the time but sometimes it's something that bothers me about her. Like today. It made me uncomfortable how she talked to you."
"Thank you for saying that," replied Jakob. "I'm not very good with talking to people either. I've spent most of my time in my cabin, reading."
"I couldn't even do that because she was seasick," I said. "So, I found a nice little spot on the deck and sat there most of the time, just enjoying the sun and daydreaming."
"You found a good spot outside?" he asked. "I've been looking because I was getting tired of being in my cabin. It's why I was out today and why I was walking the passageways."
"I could show you," I offered. "There are a couple of deck chairs there, and a vent gives off some warm air without being too noisy. It's really quite nice."
"Lead on," he said, and I looked back to see him grinning.
He directed me to the outside and from there I led him to my secret spot. As we turned the final corner to have our own little secluded spot with a view of the ocean and sky he whistled in appreciation.
"This is nice," he said, gesturing to me to sit on one chair while he sat on the other. "What is it you do while you're here, daydreaming?"
"Yeah," I admitted. "I just let my mind go and imagine myself in different scenarios. I read a lot, so I imagine myself as a character in a story, you know, just letting my imagination run wild."
He nodded, then closed his eyes and turned his face to the sun. I noticed that his lashes were thick and dark. His face seemed so calm and serene that I didn't want to spoil it for him by talking.
"I remember reading Jules Verne for the first time," he said softly. "Journey to the Center of the Earth. There's a part in it where they find an ocean full of prehistoric sea creatures. I would always imagine myself on a raft on that ocean, looking up at the aurora which somehow existed so deep underground. They ended up being pushed out of a volcano in Italy, Stromboli. When I saw that actual volcano, it was like living that moment in the book again."
"At least you're imagining a real book," I replied. "I just make up my own story and put myself into it."
I didn't want to say that he was in it as well.
"Do you write your stories down?" he asked, his eyes gazing at me. "You should. That's probably how a writer starts, imagining themselves in a situation then writing it down."
"No one would want to read it," I blushed. "They're kind of a schoolgirl romantic thing. You know, imagining the perfect love. Someone handsome and dashing but kind and understanding."
"Jane Austen or the Brontë sisters probably didn't think that no one would read their stories," he said. "Their works still live on."
"You've read them?" I asked.
It was his turn to blush. "I have," he replied. "More to impress girls originally but they were well written and I definitely enjoyed them. Plus I think they were a window into how things were in those times. Relationships were so repressed and formal, that showing affection and strong emotions was considered unseemly."
He was looking at me. "You must have a degree in English Literature," I said. "Sounds like something a professor would say."
"I didn't even finish high school," he said. "Times got tough and I quit to go to work. Never stopped reading though."
"How long ago was that?" I asked, trying to find out how old he was.
"Longer than I want to admit," he said. "I'm older than I look."
"You could always get your GED," I suggested. "Can get into college with it as a mature student."
His smile was sad, but he didn't answer, and I left the subject alone.
"Are you stopping in Lisbon or are you going on to Civitavecchia?" I asked, as it was the port closest to Rome.
"Civitavecchia," he said. "You?"
"Same. Bobbi and I were thinking of taking one of those hop on/hop off bus tours around Lisbon," I said. He looked at me blankly. "You know, you get on this bus that has a predetermined route that goes to the main sights. You can get off, spend some time at the attraction then get on the next bus that comes around and go on to the next attraction. It's an easy way to see the city if you don't have a lot of time to explore."
"Thanks for the suggestion," he said. "I might do just that. I've never really travelled before, not on my own, for pleasure."
He stopped talking suddenly, as if afraid he would say too much. We sat there for a while, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Occasionally we could hear people walk along the pathway at the bottom of the stairs nearest to us. I had found it odd that no one ever came up those stairs to find this little alcove, but I guess they weren't curious enough. On this occasion I could hear the distinctive voice of my friend Bobbi, as she was talking to someone male about something they both found hilarious. They stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and we were able to hear everything they said.
"Well, we've searched just about everywhere," said Bobbi. "I don't know why she took off. She gets like that."
"While you were sick in your cabin she ignored us," said the one male voice, that I recognized as one of the frat boys. "We figured she was just kind of snobbish. No big deal if we don't find her. Listen, we dock in Lisbon tomorrow. What are your plans? We were thinking of taking that hop on/hop off bus tour. That way we see the highlights and we can finish up at a tavern before we board the ship before 8 pm."
"We were going to do the same," said Bobbi, "but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be good company now that she's mad at me. Why don't I pretend to be sick again? I'll tell her that she should go on her own. Then half an hour later we can get together."
My best friend, supposedly my travelling companion, was going to ditch me to spend the day with a couple of guys who were obnoxious at best. I felt a touch on my arm. It was Jakob, with the most sympathetic eyes I've ever seen. He put a finger on his lips, and we listened to the other three complete their plans before they walked on.
"We don't have to take that bus," he said. "I can talk to one of the crew and find out something different and unique we can do."
"You don't have to do that," I said. "I don't mind going on my own, except I don't speak the language."
He took an audible breath. "I do," he admitted, looking at me with those big blue eyes. "I kind of misspoke before. My previous job took me a lot of different places, but I never had a chance to enjoy them as a tourist. I was always working and as soon as my work was done, I went on to the next job."
"What did you do?" I asked, trying to think what kind of job would take him all over the place but not give him time to enjoy a different culture.
Now he looked quite distressed and I was concerned I had brought up some bad memories. He was trying to come up with an explanation then suddenly got up as if to leave.
"Please, don't leave," I asked. "I'm sorry if my question distresses you. Were you a spy or something like that?"
He sat back down and wrung his gloved hands together. "Something like that," he said in a low voice after a time. "I'm not proud of what I did, and I won't do it anymore. There are times I have nightmares of what I did for them."
"How did you get out of it?"
It took another while before he answered. "I'm still working on that. It's why I had to leave the States. They were still looking for me. Europe has more places to hide." Quickly, he looked at me. "I've changed my appearance so I shouldn't be recognized but if you don't want my company anymore, I understand."
I wasn't sure what he had done that he was on the run because of it. But I also knew that I never felt any sort of danger or fear while I was with him. For some reason it made me think of that film The Bourne Identity. I'm sure many people remember it; a story of a hit man who lost his memory but kept having flashbacks of being a killer. He wanted to find out the truth about himself but didn't want to be a killer anymore, especially once he fell in love with a woman named Marie, who helped him. Of course, being pursued by the CIA all over the world meant that there were times he had to use his skills to escape and sometimes people died because of it, adding to his distress. Even though it was an action movie the development of the romance between him and the woman had always intrigued me. I could envision being on the run with Jakob if he looked at me like Jason Bourne looked at Marie.
"Jakob, were you a hit man?" I asked hesitantly.
He looked at me with fear and distrust. "Why do you ask that?" he demanded, his voice sharp. "Who are you?"
"I'm no one," I said. "It's just the way you said that you were like a spy and you had to do things that you didn't like. It reminded me of a movie."
I told him about the character of Jason Bourne and how he had all these safe deposit boxes in banks with cash and passports, that he could speak many languages but didn't know he could until someone actually addressed him in that language. Basically, I gave him the premise of the whole film series. He sat and listened to my description in a kind of fearful fascination. When I finished I watched him, hoping it would maybe help him.
"There are similarities," he said, after a time. "The CIA likely had their own program for assassins that tried to copy what the people I worked for did but they did more to me. I can't tell you because it's better you don't know. They changed me and I don't know if I will ever get my memories back. They're all torn up and fragmented like a puzzle. It will take me years to remember it all and put it together, and that's only if I can stay under the radar."
His distress was evident by his heavy breathing, and I touched his arm, not taking it personally when he flinched. Slowly, I moved my hand down to his and squeezed it.
"Your secret is safe with me," I smiled softly. "It should be okay to go out tomorrow. We can get off the ship early and see the city together. They won't be looking for someone who looks like you do right now, and definitely not if they're with a woman. We can pretend we're a couple and throw them off that way."
Slowly, he nodded his head and agreed. It was almost dinner time and we agreed to sit together at a table for two. Bobbi came in with the two other men, giving me a glaring look which I ignored. After they chose a table she approached, barely acknowledging Jakob.
"You're not sitting with us?" she asked.
"No, I'm sitting with my friend, Jakob," I replied. "It's not like you want my company anyways. I heard you and those two talking about the hop on/hop off bus tomorrow. I'll save you the trouble of pretending to be sick. I have other plans tomorrow."
"Why are you being like this?" asked Bobbi. "We're supposed to be seeing Europe together."
"I don't like the company you keep. When you were sick, they made themselves known to me and they just weren't my type."
"And this guy is?"
I looked at Jakob. "He's been a gentleman the entire time. We've had some really good talks. You've always wanted two guys to make a fuss over you. Now's your chance."
I turned away, seething inside. Our whole friendship had been based on Bobbi pushing me to do what she wanted to do, with little to no regard for my feelings. Now that I was asserting myself, she was making me out to be the bad friend and I wasn't having it. She gave up trying to convince me which is what I wanted and didn't bother us again. After dinner, Jakob and I went for a walk. He offered me his arm and it was nice just being with him. We stayed out there until well into the evening, watching the stars come out over the ocean. Then Jakob walked me to my cabin door where he bashfully stuck his hands in his pockets.
"I haven't kissed anyone in a long time," he said softly. "Not sure I ...."
I kissed him, throwing my arms around his neck. Quickly, he enclosed me in those muscular arms and returned the kiss without making it seem sloppy or too intrusive. Instead, it was soft and sweet, like the kiss all girls dreamed of having for their first kiss. When we pulled apart, he smiled shyly and began walking to his cabin, looking back at me when he arrived at his door. With a nod he opened his door and entered, while I did the same. Bobbi was already in bed and never said a word as I changed into my pyjamas and got under the covers. That night I dreamed Jakob was Jason Bourne and I was Marie, with less violence and more kissing.
When I woke up the following morning the ship had been docked for about an hour and Bobbi was just about ready to go. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, presumably waiting for me to wake up. When I sat up, she put her hands in her lap and gazed at me.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I know I can be pushy at times." Understatement. "I'm hurt that you would chose a stranger over your best friend." I was hurt she was choosing two jerks over her best friend. "There's something about him that isn't right." He's more truthful than you, Bobbi. "Be careful, okay? Don't let him lead you into anything that makes you uncomfortable."
Seriously, she was trying to look out for my well-being but choosing to go with two creepy guys who wanted to know if I'd ever been part of a threesome before. I told her to have a good day then I went to the bathroom to shower. Jakob and I agreed to meet at the dining room. When I got up there, he had a table for two and was nursing a coffee. We placed our order at the counter and waited only a few minutes. Once we finished eating, we double checked to make sure we had our passports, some Euros, some water, and we were ready to go. A customs officer was on duty on the dock, checking our documentation. It was straightforward and we were cleared to enter the country. There were several taxis waiting and Jakob addressed the first one in Portuguese which surprised the driver. He answered back then looked hopefully between me and Jakob.
"I told him we would pay him well for the day if he showed us the real Lisbon, the parts that tourists should see but often don't," said Jakob. "He's offered to chauffeur us for 200 Euros, but I don't know what that is in American dollars."
I pulled out my phone and quickly looked it up. "At today's rate it's about $220," I said, shrugging. "It seems like a lot but if he drives us all day he would likely make that much in regular fares."
"True," he said, then turned to the driver and addressed him Portuguese, accepting his offer.
It ended up being a bargain as he drove us everywhere, telling us about the sights in broken English, then letting Jakob translate when he switched to Portuguese. Among the highlights were the Palacio da Ajudo, the official royal residence from when Portugal was a monarchy, a richly decorated palace that had no lineups or crowds. From there we went to a market, Feira do Relógio, translated as Market of Clocks. Before we went in, he warned us to keep our wallets safe, as there were pickpockets. He suggested we take a small amount of cash out and keep it in our pocket to pay for something. It was fascinating and we tried some street food, with the driver, Jacinto, describing what we were eating. There was a place we had to walk uphill a bit while Jacinto waited for us, Miradouro da Senhora do Monte; the view was incredible. The bullring, Campo Pequeno, was interesting, although there was no bullfight that day, not that I would have wanted to see it. But the design of the building was definitely unique as was the area it was in. We finished the day at the aquarium, as Jacinto said it was a favourite of his family. He paid for himself to go into the Oceanário de Lisboa and even though it was busy it was definitely enjoyable. Jakob seemed to be transfixed by it all, standing in front of the aquarium glass gazing at all the fish swimming around.
When Jacinto dropped us off at the gate to the dock, Jakob offered him his ungloved hand. He said something complimentary in Portuguese which pleased Jacinto as he said something back then he turned to me.
"You very nice people," he said, in his broken English. "Your husband good man. Good luck."
Before I could correct him he entered his taxi and drove off. Jakob smiled at me with a twinkle in his eye.
"Sorry, he assumed we were married and it was easier than trying to correct him."
We checked in at the gate and walked towards the cargo ship. It looked like all the loading and unloading had been completed as there were no dock workers around, other than a few that were gathered near the bow of the ship, having a smoke. Jakob let me go through the security check-in first then followed me. We took the elevator up to the cabins level then he walked me to my cabin.
"Will you join me for dinner?" he asked. "I enjoyed your company today."
"I would love to," I said, then opened the door to see Bobbi lying on her bed, in tears. Immediately, I went to her, while Jakob waited in the open doorway. "Hey, what's wrong?"
She looked at me then at Jakob and shook her head. He looked at her with concern for a moment, then took a breath and came in, kneeling in front of her.
"Did they hurt you?" he asked. "Those two you went with. Something happened, didn't it?"
She swallowed noticeably then nodded her head, trying to calm herself. "We were having a good time, then it got ugly." Her voice was diminished and shaken. "They began suggesting things for us to do tonight, the three of us, and it wasn't ... it was crude, at best. I tried to get off the bus but I was on the window seat and they blocked me. We got to this garden area and they pulled me off the bus."
She began crying again and I looked at Jakob. His face was frozen but his eyes were blazing and I knew he was angry at those two assholes.
"Bobbi, did they assault you?" I asked. "If they did, we should file a police report."
"It would be my word against theirs," she answered. "They didn't ... if that's what you're asking but only because a big tour group came along and I pulled away. I ran through the group and out to the street, grabbed a taxi and asked them to bring me here. I've been holed up here ever since. My imagination has been going wild, terrified they were going to break down the door."
"They know which room you're in?" he asked. She nodded. "I won't let that happen."
"How? You going to stand guard outside my door?"
"No, but I'll sleep on the floor if I have to, and if I hear them out in the hallway I'll take care of them."
"Jakob, you don't want to draw attention to yourself," I said, frightened if he hurt them and they filed a police report.
"I'll barely touch them," he said, making eye contact with me. "I can be pretty scary and I'll just make sure they know they can't treat women that way. Now, you wash up, Bobbi, and come up to the dining room with us for dinner. We're not leaving you alone tonight, okay?"
I couldn't believe how much of a gentleman Jakob was to Bobbi that evening, to both of us. When we entered the dining room he pulled our chairs out for us after we placed our orders. I noticed he kept the chair that faced the doorway for himself. Then he brought us each glasses of water. Once our food was ready he brought it over and served us before picking his up. It was kind, attentive, and in a way, it was almost unnerving because it was obvious he was preparing for something to happen.
When the two jerks arrived the look on Jakob's face changed into something almost unreadable, like a curtain fell over his eyes, hiding what lay behind them. It was definitely chilling. Yet it was all directed at the two men. When Bobbi turned her head and saw them, Jakob's look to her was of understanding.
"I won't harm them," he assured her, with a soft smile. "I promise you. But they will see the error of their ways."
Standing up he offered his arm to both of us, me on the left with Bobbi on the right. We walked right past the two and heard one of them mutter. Jakob stopped, and looked at them.
"Did you say something?" he asked calmly, looking up into the man's eyes, as he was taller.
"I said it didn't take long for the slut to find a new guy to fuck," was the reply, loud enough that several people in the dining room looked up from their meals.
"Take it back and apologize," said Jakob, his whole body tensing up.
"Or what?" smirked the second man, also bigger than Jakob. "You think you're man enough to take us both on?"
Jakob made eye contact with me and I nodded, reaching across to take Bobbi to the doorway. She looked terrified but knowing what little I knew of him I was kind of calm. What was certain was that they were judging him by his size in comparison to theirs and that was their first mistake. When Bobbi left his side Jakob turned to face them both.
"I'll give you another opportunity to apologize for your insult and for your behaviour towards the young lady earlier today," said Jakob politely. "I won't ask again."
"Fuck you," said the first man, who went to shove Jakob on the shoulder.
Faster than I would have believed possible Jakob put his hand on the man's wrist, twisted it behind his back and brought him to his knees, bringing a yell out of the man's mouth. The other man tried to intervene and Jakob did the same move on him, basically immobilizing them both by locking their wrists, bending them back towards them while keeping his thumbs on the back of their hands under their middle fingers. A couple of people in the dining room, including one of the ship's officers, stood up as if to intervene but Jakob looked up at them calmly.
"It's a simple wrist lock used in self defence," he said out loud. "There will be no permanent damage but it hurts like hell and they can't get out of it without great effort. These two men made an attempt to assault one of the young ladies waiting at the door today, then insulted her when we walked past. My mother raised me to be a gentleman. I gave them two opportunities to apologize for their behaviour but you can see they chose violence."
The officer went to the wall, placed a call on the phone there, then returned and nodded to Jakob who instantly released the two men. By then two other ship's officers arrived and the first officer ordered the arrest of the two men. He looked at Bobbi and me.
"Would you like to press charges?" he asked. "It would mean calling in the local police and you would have to disembark from the ship to follow through, as we must leave at our scheduled time. Or, we can just make them pack up their things and banish them from the ship before we leave the dock."
"Do you have a plank?" asked Bobbi drily, making the officer grin. "Kick them off the ship. I don't want to waste any more time on them."
"Take these two to their cabin, make sure they pack and get them off the ship," ordered the officer, then he looked at Jakob. "Thank you for bringing this to our attention. I appreciate your restraint."
With a nod to the officer Jakob offered his arms to us and escorted us to the outdoor walkway. We stood there enjoying the early evening as the sun began to dip. About twenty minutes later we looked down to see the two jerks being escorted off the ship. What was most interesting was watching them approach the gate that separated the dock from the city itself. As they exited the gate they were suddenly approached by a police vehicle which flashed its lights and ran its siren briefly. Both of them were taken into custody and placed into the back of the vehicle. A cough behind us brought the presence of the ship's officer.
"We received a call from the police that there was an incident at a bar late this afternoon," he said. "The description was vague enough that we couldn't tell for certain who it was. When that incident happened in the dining room we sent the photos we had of those two to the local police. Their identities were confirmed as the suspects, and we were asked to remove them from the ship. Sometimes karma is a bitch."
He smiled and left us there to watch a beautiful sunset over the Atlantic Ocean from the Port of Lisbon. There were three more days of sailing before we arrived in Italy, earlier than expected. Bobbi was much nicer to both Jakob and me, even joining us in our little alcove when Jakob secured a third lounge chair. On the night before we docked she gave us some privacy, knowing that I really liked him. As we sat in the dark looking at the night sky I touched his hand.
"Bobbi and I were talking," I said. "You're more than welcome to join us on our travels. We don't have anywhere specific to go. We're kind of playing it by ear."
"I can't," he said apologetically. "It's tempting but I need to find that perfect spot to hole up and remember my life."
I knew he would say that but it still hurt. My imagination had pictured us falling in love, me helping him find himself, then having a life together.
"I could come with you," I said hesitantly. "It'll be difficult on your own."
"It will be difficult," he agreed. "This past week has been kind of a dream for me, a break from what I know is to come. Keeping under the radar is going to consume my attention. Dealing with my demons is something I have to do on my own. I did some terrible things, Emily. There's a lot of blood on my hands."
The pain in his voice almost broke my heart. It was obvious he had been through hell before and in his mind there was more to come. I began to cry and he stood up, lifting me up so that he could hold me. He gave me the most beautiful kiss then buried his face in my neck. He must have been crying as well as his face was wet.
"You enjoy your trip, and try to write down the things in your imagination," he whispered. "If I wasn't dealing with my past I would have made you my girl but you deserve much better than a broken down man like me." I tried to protest but he shushed me. "I'm leaving as soon as the ship docks in the morning. Promise me you'll have a good life."
He kissed me again, a goodbye kiss then turned to leave. I could see his face in the reflection of the ship's lights. Still handsome but full of sadness.
"My real name is James but my friends call me Bucky," he said softly. "Goodbye Emily."
"Goodbye Bucky, I promise," I replied, then he was gone.
That month touring Europe was bittersweet. Bobbi and I became better friends and she made an effort to be more inclusive as we made our travelling decisions. We both missed Jakob. I told her what he told me of his past but it wasn't until two years later when there was a bombing in Vienna that killed the King of Wakanda that we realized who Jakob really was. Neither one of us believed he had anything to do with it, remembering that day in the dining room when he brought two bullies to justice. When it was revealed that he had been framed both of us were thrilled for him. By then we were both married with families on the way. I could only hope that he was at a point in his life where he could actually have one. In my imagination I wished that for him, for the love of a good woman, who accepted him for what he was, not what he was forced to be once upon a time.
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Being abducted probably means sleeping in the same bed with the yandere, right? How would the yanderes sleep (SFW) with their s/o ? Like, what if the darling isn't comfortable sleeping with someone, especially when it's summer, a clingy yandere would be kind of a nightmare, and if the Yan is strong, then there's no way to kick them from the bed, now is there? For manipulative yanderes, the manipulation probably won't work in this case, right? I mean, guilt tripping only works in some cases.
+ Bonus point if they have sleeping habits (sleep talking, staying up late, nightmares, snoring etc.)
Yanderes requested : (Tokyo Ghoul) Kaneki, Haise, Ayato, (BSD) Dazai, Odasaku, (HxH) Chrollo, Shalnark, Feitan and (Kakegurui) Yumeko, Ririka.
That’s a interesting question. Here’s the very clear difference between those who care and won’t care though.
Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, clinginess, manipulation, forceful behavior, paranoia, abduction
Sleeping with a Yandere
Chrollo Lucilfer
📖Honestly, Chrollo doesn't really care about what his darling wants. He's greedy and incredibly selfish, is already forcing his darling to endure all of his affection he gives them. He knows that you hate him but feelings tend to change quickly under the right circumstances and Chrollo is a good manipulator. You're delightfully easy to read as you can't hide your emotions from him and Chrollo uses that shamelessly. He's suave, good in playing mindgames although refusing to sleep in the same bad as him doesn't take much from you. Surprisingly he seems to let you go when you decide to sleep elsewhere but the very next morning you find yourself waking up in bed next to him. No matter where you sleep, he always carries you back to him as soon as you've fallen asleep. Sometimes you can't help but feel like he's threatening you a bit with a slight smile and soft tone.
📖 When it comes to Chrollo's sleeping habits, one of them is that he stays up late and appears to be somewhat insomniac for his darling at times. At one point he's basically just coaxed them into heading to bed together with him via some light threats and the wise use of his abilities. A light is always burning next to you as he reads a book. Occasionally he puts the book aside and just looks at you, caresses you. If he knows that his darling is still awake, chances are that he'll start talking to them, even if they refuse to answer him. There's no need to try to fake your sleep, your body language and the pattern of your breath always give you away to him. On the rare moments where you wake up to him actually resting, you get quickly uncomfortable with the one arm tightly wrapped around you, pressing you effectively close to his toned body. Chrollo is a really light sleeper too so he wakes up as soon as you move a bit too much but insists on staying in this position for a while longer.
Feitan Portor
☠️ Feitan keeps his darling initially only chained up in a basement since he only spends time with them if he either tortures them or patches them up. He's a brooding mess of emotions at the beginning, lashes out on you because he can't get a grasp of the strange warmth that blooms inside of his chest. He can't possibly love someone, he can't have fallen for a pathetic and weak thing like you. You're deprived of your sleep for days on end since Feitan gets lost in the mess called his feelings. You normally end up fainting from blood loss and pain and sometimes because Feitan actually gives you a break. There's no such thing as hygiene though as you're covered in your blood and sweat and have to fall asleep on the dirty and cold ground as soon as your captor has loosened your chains a bit. If Feitan is nice, he might give you a pillow and a thin blanket.
☠️ You're moved up in his room the moment Feitan stops hurting you as he gives up to his growing feelings. At first he still lets you sleep on the floor next to his bed, unwilling to give you the privilege of sleeping next to him. It's a hundred times better than being in the basement though. Feitan seems to stay up at night too, is often away to clean and care for his collection of torture devices whilst you're tied up so you don't leave the room. He goes to bed very late since he sleeps little but makes an effort to be silent to not wake you up. When you wake up at night, you sometimes catch him staring at your form on the floor although he senses when you're awake quickly and turns around. When you're finally let in the bed, something he doesn't give you a choice in and just scares and threatens you, he still ties you up for lingering spite. He barely moves at night and always chooses to leave as much space between you two as possible. Weirdly enough sometimes you two wake up to him being very close to you.
Shalnark
📱 Shalnark is very similar to Chrollo in the sense that he likes forcing the domestic relationship on his s/o and also relies heavily on manipulation and guilt-tripping. He's sickenly sweet to his s/o as he tries to coax them into anything with him. Your complains and protests that you don't want to sleep in the same bed as him are met with this scarily nice smile of his although he might act a bit upset during the course of this little quarrel. Arguing with his sweetheart isn't good so Shalnark makes the promise to let them sleep somewhere else but he has other plans. He could use his Nen but he doesn't want to use that just yet. Instead Shalnark is much more the type to drug the food and the drinks you consume to help you falling asleep easier.
📱 Shalnark sometimes snores lightly but it isn't something to get worked up over. The blonde even tries to go to sleep around the same time as you even if he has to stay up longer every once in a while to do some business for the spiders. During such times it's not unlikely that he snaps a few pictures of his darling being asleep since they look too adorable. He just wants to spend as much time with his little sweetheart as possible. The notably worst thing about a sleeping Shalnark is his clinginess. He has an anaconda grip around you and doesn't let loose even after he's fallen asleep. No, instead he tightens his grip a bit when you move too much and that is especially bad if you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night since it requires for you to wake him up which you don't really want to do. His darling should be careful with their behavior at night though since Shalnark might have to chain them up if they're too aggressive.
Ken Kaneki
🔲 Kaneki is actually pretty respectful even if he is very paranoid. He wants his s/o to be as comfortable as they can be with him having kidnapped them so he lets them take his bedroom and he himself starts to sleep on the couch. It isn't like he wouldn't want to sleep with them in one bed since he's starved for affection and touches but he's shy and flustered whilst thinking about it and also knows that darling most likely still despises him. It's a way to get by and you most likely don't get into another argument with him about another thing. It isn't good for his mental health and not good for you either when he has his mental breakdown. Kaneki doesn't even bother you anymore the moment you go to sleep as he completely adjusts his schedule to your sleeping schedule.
🔲 You sometimes hear him when you're already in bed as he takes care of the household chores, prepares food or cleans something although he does his best to be as silent as possible. The hidden truth is that Kaneki has troubles falling asleep and is even scared to do so. He has a trauma regarding Jason and his torture and even more paranoia knowing you and your current hatred for him. So it happens that you wake up to him crying and screaming whilst he has a vivid nightmare and if the dream was especially terrifying he storms in your room and latches onto you for a few seconds before he snaps out of it. It happens more often than both of you would like and leads Kaneki to the point where he skips sleep for days on end just so you can have a calm night for once. He needs you to allow him to sleep with you before he really does it, prepare for his clinginess though. The nightmares cease a bit since your presence and warmth is soothing for the male although sometimes they still appear.
Ayato Kirishima
🌌Ayato struggles with his affection he feels for this little humans since their kind is weak and his sworn and hated enemy. The clash of conflicting emotions and the denial he constantly shows in regards of his tender emotions results in this rough and slightly sadistic behavior of his. Ayato keeps in mind though that you're still human and arranges things a bit to be more considerate. He keeps you initially in a separate room from his own, a room that is locked up and can't be opened from the inside. It doesn't consist of much except for a tatami matt, a pillow and a blanket but it's enough for you to try to sleep even if you're still highly afraid of the ghoul boy. Ayato does his best to not mind you but sometimes he checks shortly on you, at times when he thinks that you're already asleep.
🌌 At one point he sort of wants to sleep in one bed with you but his pride holds him back from asking you the question. He somehow wants you to ask him first but doesn't know how that should happen since you don't like him. He gets offended and spits harsh words at you the moment you mention dierctly to him that you don't want to sleep with him in the same bed, hisses at you that you ought to be grateful that he kept someone as pathetic and useless like you even alive before he storms away. Chances are that he is pissed enough afterwards to worsen your life condition a bit to remind you that he is the one enabling you a semi-good life. Or the complete opposite happens and he ends up dragging you forcefully into bed with him out of bitterness and hidden longing. He's at least pleasant enough with no real sleeping habits that could annoy you. The only thing he is embarrassed about is the fact that he always ends up wrapping and arm around you and tugging you a bit closer in his sleep.
Haise Sasaki
🔳 Haise, in a state of shock that he resorted to such a drastic measurement, is more lenient out of guilt for his darling and the freedom he deprived you of. He's understanding and it's fairly easy to negotiate with the man which gives his darling a bit of an easier time with him even if something inside of him is still too paranoid to let his s/o leave again. He tidies up a different room for his darling since he knows that they don't want to sleep with him in the same bed and he doesn't want to force them either. Haise tries to make everything as comfortable for you as he can and if you can't sleep well on the tatami matt, he even switches rooms with you so that you get the bed and he sleeps in the other room. He just wants to make the new life for you as good as he can within the limits of abduction.
🔳 The Kaneki inside of him sometimes shines through as he wakes up weeping from haunting nightmares although he is more in control and doesn't wake you up by slamming the door to your room open. Risks are that you wake up from the crying and the whimpers anyways. The male is fairly patient and can wait until his darling is comfortable enough sleeping with him. His work often forces him to stay up longer, otherwise he tries to go to bed when you want to go to sleep. Haise is more clingy in bed too, epecially once he has fallen asleep and cuddles himself really close to you. Worst thing about him are his nightmares though and the more audible reactions he gives such as his cries and whimpers. Whilst he isn't as loud as Kaneki, it might be still enough to wake you up even if you help to decrease the nightmares he tends to have. Sleep talking happens here and there too and never fails to disturb you since the things you hear don't sound like something Haise would say.
Jabami Yumeko
♠️ Isn't a life with her darling just wonderful? Yumeko tends to blissfully ignore the fact that you aren't living with her willingly, she had her hand in a few gambling accidents which led to the current demise you find yourself in. Worst is that you know for sure that Yumeko doesn't feel even guilty for it, she's just happy to have you. Yumeko is eerily jovial and chipper around you and very touchy and affectionate. She's clingy and most of the time she takes you everywhere she goes even if it is just to quench her insatiable addiction for gambling again, something she still encourages you to do for the fun and thrill of it. Her facial expression freezes when you tell her firmly that you don't want to sleep with her but whilst she is upset about it, she hides that well under her facade.
♠️ Yumeko might be willing to give you for a certain time a separate room where you can sleep without her. It is only for a limited time though since she believes that giving you a certain period of time to adjust might just do the trick. If you still refuse, she's going to solve the problem with the classic Kakegurui solution. So she ends up wanting to gamble with you. If you win, she'll leave you alone for a month or two more but if she wins, you'll have to share a bed with her. The Jabami girl doesn't give much room for you to protest so you find yourself gambling with her. With the loss comes the discovery of Yumeko's sleeping habits. Next to her extreme clinginess in which she holds onto you tightly and presses herself very tightly against your body, she also sometimes sighs or mumbles incoherent words in her sleep. The only good thing seems to be that Yumeko is a heavy sleeper so she doesn't wake up if you move much.
Momobami Ririka
🎭 Her innocent facade aside, Ririka is more cunning and manipulative than she lets on at first. Whilst she is shy, she won't hesitate to use her skills to remove threats and maybe also to force her darling to stay with her. It might be likely that she's just a bit scared that you might meet otherwise a terrible fate in Hyakkaou Private Academy. If you end up with her without your consent, Ririka feels quite guilty though and leaves you with a lot of freedom since this isn't even an abduction in the classic sense but something more complicated. One of those freedoms is having your own room with your own bed since the Momobami sister won't force you to sleep together in the same bed as her. She's also somewhat bashful, blushes when she thinks about being in the same bed as you.
🎭 Ririka is way too shy to even ask you the question if you would ever be willing to sleep in one bed with her and is additionally afraid of a cold rejection from your side. So she just waits until her darling is willing to make the first move and ask her eventually. She's going to be highly flustered at first but will also be happy since you asking her such a question means that you finally stopped disliking her. Ririka will continue being shy for a while, especially during the first week where you two sleep in one bed. Her hands are sweaty and you might even hear her faster heartbeat through her chest. Ririka grows clingy during her sleep so in the morning you usually wake up with her pressing herself against you. You swear you also hear her sometimes murmuring and sighing softly in her sleep but it is so quiet that you aren't sure if you're just hearing things or not. Overall Ririka is pleasant and silent at night though.
Dazai Osamu
🤎 Dazai is going to resort to more drastic measurements when it's needed, will be more devilish and cunning. You don't have to be so upset, he isn't happy either that he has to do such horrible things but if you're a sweetheart and listen, he'll promise that he'll be nicer to you. His darling finds themselves being forced to do things as he wants them to do and if they don't, Dazai punishes them and reveals his more sadistic side. He has no problems forcing his affection on his s/o either and he'll teach them to love him just as passionately. So his darling finds themselves soon tied up in bed next to Dazai. You should be nice or else he might throw you out and lock you somewhere else where you won't have the privilege of a pillow, a mattress and the freedom to use a bathroom at night.
🤎Dazai is stubborn too so as soon as you two live under the same roof, he doesn't go to bed unless you do since he wants you in his arms. Considering his job, it isn't unlikely for Dazai to come back later at night and sometimes he doesn't even bother to be silent, he just likes annoying you here and there a bit. He loves cuddling and uses his darling like a teddy bear so Dazai is extremely clingy at night. You always have a warm body latched onto you which is good or bad depending on the season. He's definitely a light sleeper so the next problem is that the moment you wake up and move even a bit, Dazai is quick to wake up from his slumber too which means that you don't even get to have some time for you alone. On some nights he is even awake for hours too although he's at least silent then. He snores lightly but you can ignore that normally and fall asleep. The worst normally happens when you wake up and realize that Dazai has moved in his sleep, sometimes with half of his body on top of you.
Sakunosuke Oda
🖋️ Considering Odasaku and his tame behavior for a Yandere, it takes something more extreme for Odasaku to go as far as taking your freedom away by kidnapping you and he'll feel guilty for that for the rest of his life. He tries to do his best to give you enough space after since he knows that you'll need it, thinks it's best if he doesn't show his face around you too often. You have all the reasons to hate him after all and whilst the thought hurts him, he never gets angry at you if your temper flares up when you see him. Giving you space also means giving you your own room where you can sleep and have some sense of privacy. He never considers forcing you to share a bed with him since it's just gross in his opinion. He's already done enough damage to you, he shouldn't violate your privacy anymore.
🖋️There is some longing to have you at night next to him since Odasaku is just a human too, feels lonely and sad whilst reminiscing about how the relationship between you two used to be in the past. Before he ruined it that is, it's all his fault. He pushes this longing away as good as he can though but sometimes catches himself pausing in front of the door to your room, a sudden urge to check shortly on you before he snaps out of it and forces himself to walk away. He's never going to mention it to you unless you start talking to him about it which flusters him a bit. He sort of thought you'd never want to have anything to do with him and he considers that it might be Stockholm syndrome talking out of you but he has a difficult time controlling his heart when you start being more sweet and affectionate to him again. Besides occasional light snoring and the protective arm he always wraps around you there is nothing much going on when he's asleep.
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