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lostbookmark · 7 months ago

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Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Unprotected Sex, Protected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town romance. Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance

A/N: The first few chapters will be just plot. Smut lovers need to wait until chapter 5. Also, a couple of readers that wanted to be tagged I couldn't tag you. Your name wouldn't pop up for me to click on.

“Last box,” Hobi said, bringing in the last of your belongings and placing it on your kitchen table that you pulled out of your parent’s dusty storage unit earlier in the day.

As much as you love Hobi, you couldn't live with him forever in his small two bedroom apartment anymore. Jungkook had texted you about a house that he had recently renovated on a plot of land that they owned near the neighboring Tannie Farms. He had offered to rent it to you before putting it out there for the public. He said he would rather have family in it and not some stranger that he can't trust. You quickly accepted his offer and started packing your clothes the same day. Hobi begged you to stay a little longer, but you know that you were holding him back. Your social butterfly of a best friend started to cancel plans and dates to stay with you because you wanted to become a hermit and not leave your bed. It wasn't fair. You wanted him to happily live his life, and you knew he wouldn't if you were still there.

Your mother and father, thankfully, offered to let you raid their garage and storage unit for anything that you wanted to take for your new home. It was mostly junk that they were glad to get rid of. This way, they didn't have to worry about how they were going to throw it away. You came away with an old dark oak table and a couple of matching chairs that both wobbled a little bit. You are going to need to shove something under the legs to stabilize them. You also took a lumpy couch that used to be white in color but has since turned a dingy gray color after being stored away for so many years. Your old mattress from high school that you're almost positive will kill your back but is better than sleeping on the floor and a dresser whose drawers won't open without a fight. You did, however, pass on a large area rug due to the fact that it smelled like something had died in it. They weren't the best, but it was better than having nothing at all. You'll be able to save up for better furniture later for your new house at a later date.

The two story white farmhouse with black rustic looking shutters was absolutely beautiful, and you fell in love as soon as you saw it. It was tucked away on a back road that was pure dirt several miles out of the main town square where it sat on perfectly manicured green grass. The wrap-around porch was decorated with various potted flowers, both big and small, in a range of beautiful colors. Large black solar powered lanterns lay scattered along around the perimeter of the dark wooden porch that emits a warm glow after sunset, setting a cozy and welcoming atmosphere. A large porch swing sat on the back of the porch has a perfect view of Tannie Farms in the far horizon where their crops seem to go on forever. Where the stalks of corn sway in the breeze around the various tractors and other farm equipment that sat in their cornfield. It was a picture-perfect view.

The house itself had large floor to ceiling windows with french doors that have matching black trim all encased in brand new white siding. Inside, the new hardwood floors and freshly painted beige walls were perfectly clean and crisp looking. He was able to give it the perfect blend of modern and cozy at the same time. However, the best part was the quiet. It was so serene and peaceful that you were afraid that the silence might scare you after being away from it for so many years. You never got to have serene or peaceful when you lived in the city in a busy apartment complex along the main street of a popular area. Sirens, honking cars and yelling were a part of your everyday life. After a few months, they just became background noise that blurred into your daily life. Changkyun also always preferred to have friends over at all hours for drinks and music. He didn't care if you needed to sleep or if you had to get up early. He only cared about impressing his friends. You couldn't even complain, or it would start a fight. He told you all the time that you were not on the lease, so it wasn't your decision. It was miserable, and looking back, you don't know why you stayed as long as you did.

There was, however, just one thing that Jungkook seemed to have forgotten to tell you about until after you had signed the contract and handed it back to him. That your one…singular neighbor, who you also have to share a large driveway with happened to be Min Yoongi. You thought it was a well thought out move on his end. Kook said that you wouldn't even see him since he is pretty much at the farm most of the day. It didn't really help put you at ease, but it didn't scare you away either. It was time to grow up and move forward. Like Hobi has said. You were adults, and it's time to put all the bullshit away.

“Coming through,” Jungkook called out as he and Tae came through your door carrying your super old double mattress from high school.

They head up stairs carrying it above their heads as you follow behind them and enter your bedroom. They toss it on the floor, and you can see a cloud of dust fly out of it. The particles linger suspended in the air. You'll have to figure out how to clean it later. The guys look at each other and then around the bare room in confusion. You ignore them and push the mattress into the corner of your room with your foot and give them a smile.

“What?” You ask them as you watch them as they continue to look around the barren room. “What's the matter?”

“Don't you have a bed frame?” Tae asks, scratching his head.

“Or a box spring?” Kook added a second later.

“No, I didn't see them earlier. I think my mom might have gotten rid of them. It's not a big deal. I’m just happy I don't have to sleep on the hard floor or the lumpy couch,” you say with a shrug. Down stairs, you hear a crash and something break.

“I'll buy you a new one,” Joon called up the stairs.

You sigh and head back downstairs to see what your loveable but clumsy friend broke. Thankfully, it was just a vase used for decoration that you had bought on sale and held no sentimental value. Shooing him away from the mess, you take over the clean-up carefully, avoiding cutting yourself of the sharp shards of colorful glass.

You couldn't be more thankful for them than you already were. You were thankful for Jin when he dropped off dinner for you since you haven't gotten geroceries yet. You were thankful for Jungkook for offering you the house. Also, for everyone else who helped you move things from your parent's storage unit and garage to the house doing all the heavy lifting for you. You really did love them. They were here. They never gave up on you.

“Are you going to be okay here alone? What if it's haunted?” Hobi asked, giving you wide, scared eyes. “You can always stay one more night with me if you're scared. You know I don't mind.”

“It's not haunted,” Jungkook said, rolling his eyes.

“Besides, she’s not completely alone,” Jimin said, looking at you with a knowing smirk and a wink. “Yoongi is just right over there.”

You curse yourself for letting it slip to Jimin one drunken night bar hopping in college that you may have found Yoongi attractive. You distinctly remember him and Kook playing darts in one of the darkened bars that your group frequented. You remember the way he bit his lip in concentration as his fingers held the dart, his dark hair falling over a red headband around his forehead. You just blurted it out loud without thinking as you sat with Jimin at a little table against the wall. The little shit never let you live it down when the two of you were alone. You are actually surprised, though, that it still seems to be a secret between only the two of you. You guess you can be thankful for that.

“I'll be fine,” you tell him, dismissing his concerns. “You guys can go. I have the first day of school tomorrow, and I need to get things around.”

Namjoon had agreed and helped round everyone up by the kitchen door. After a round of goodbyes and thank yous, you waved from your kitchen door as they dispersed. Kook, Tae, and Jimin went next door to Yoongi’s and the others left in their cars. You collapsed on your lumpy couch with a sigh. Closing your eyes, you tell yourself you'll unpack tomorrow. Laying there, you take in the quietness of the house. It was something that you would have to get used to. There was no extra body puttering around and making background noise. No, Hobi, singing early in the morning as he got ready for work. Just the hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock were the only things that could be heard. For the first time, it was just you. You had never lived alone, but you felt excited to see how you were going to do. It was going to be a welcomed new adventure, and you couldn't wait to see how you'll do.

You stand on the sidewalk in front of the school with your students smashed together in a yellow square that was taped off just for them as you waited for their parents to pick them up. Your first day of school went surprisingly well for the most part. When Joon found out you were back in town for good, he offered you a teaching position at your old elementary school where you had once attended. The exact same one where Jin and Hobi became your best friends. Where Jin shared his sandwich with you when you forgot your lunch in the third grade. Where you had to beat up some little boy for making fun of Hobi's shoes when you were six. You don't even remember his name now, but you gave him a bloody nose, and your dad had to pick you up early. It was a lot smaller than what you remembered. It always seemed so big when you were younger and playing on the playground, running around laughing, playing tag. When you all were so innocent and free back then.

You were initially excited that you didn't have to job hunt in the surrounding school districts, but you went into panic mode when Namjoon dropped the bomb on you. It was for Pre-K. You never taught such young kids before. You always had fourth graders in the past. Ten year olds. Ten year olds who could, for the most part, listen when they wanted to and take care of themselve. They didn't need to be taught to walk in a straight line or to raise their hand if they needed something. They knew how to zip their coats, put on gloves, and tie their shoes. These were some things that you never thought about having to teach, but yet here you were.

You didn't know anything about four year olds. All that you knew was that they were loud and sticky, and their bathroom habits were iffy at best. Thankfully, Joon, pretty much did your entire months worth of lesson plans for you, mostly to bribe you into saying yes to his job offer. All you had to do was follow his directions until you got the hang of it for yourself. Coloring, writing their name, singing, and dancing it all seemed pretty simple. Seven hours of playtime, easy, peasy.

Not quite. A few things you learned today were that they like to run and you need better antiperspirant. Do not..... repeat..... do not wear heels again. No matter how short you think the heel is….it's still too tall. You will need to buy several pairs of comfy flats and tennis shoes. Always do head count because you might have thought you lost one child between the art room and your classroom. Turns out he was just hiding under a table in the corner of the room. However, when it was all said and done, there were no tears from either you or the kids. You will take it as a win.

“Bye, Jae,” you say, waving at your last student that was picked up by her parents. You let out a sigh of relief as you watched them walk away as she held their hands, skipping between them. Good riddance, and now you get to do it all again tomorrow.

“Y/n,” a voice said your name, making you turn toward it. You smile slightly when you see the school’s music teacher standing behind you.

“Yes, can I help you…” You trail off, clearly not remembering his name.

“Shinwon,” he said, holding his hand out for you to shake. You politely shake his hand and look at him expectly. “I just wanted to check in and see how your first day was. I know a new school and new city can be intimidating.”

“Oh, no,” you say, shaking your head. “I grew up around here so…not new. I know this place very well.”

“Oh,” he said with a surprised smile, and he tilted his head to the side like he was amused. “I was going to offer to show you around our little sleepy town, but I guess you know it better than I do, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you say with a shrug and look around, trying to find a way to get out of this conversation when you spot Namjoon, who was walking to his car. When you finally catch his attention, he just waves at you happily before getting into his car. You think you see him laughing. Jerk.

“Well, then maybe you can show me some hidden gems around here,” he says and hands you his phone. “Here, put your number in, and I'll text you mine.”

You take his phone and input your information very reluctantly. You consider giving him a fake number, but that would probably make things super awkward later. You hand it back to him, and he smiles brilliantly at you, his perfect teeth on display. You watch as his fingers fly across the screen before he looks back up to you.

“I sent you a text,” he tells you. “Maybe we can hang out someday. We could possibly go into the city and do something?”

“Listen, I just got out of a relationship,” you started to tell him, but he cut you off.

“No, problem,” he said, still smiling. “It doesn't have to be a date. We can do something just as friends. Friends have dinner all the time. Maybe we can even see a movie one night.”

“Maybe, if I can find the time,” you say with a tight smile. “I should go, but it was nice meeting you.”

You turn on your heel and quickly walk away as fast as your aching feet can carry you, leaving him standing there alone. Yup, definitely tennis shoes from now on. You will be able to keep up with the kiddos better and, more importantly, run away from men faster. Perfect.

Getting out of your car, you grimace as your aching feet hit the hard cement of the garage floor. You didn't mean to slam your car door so hard as you begin to limp and waddle your way up to your house in a desperate need to soak your feet in your tub. You can almost sigh in satisfaction at the thought of the hot water surrounding you as you lie there in the clawfoot tub until your fingers turn pruny. As the hot, steaming water relaxes your muscles, taking away the ache from your feet as you drop a bath bomb that fizzes while listening to music and maybe…probably drink some wine.

“Bad first day of school?” You recognize Yoongi's voice behind you, causing you to freeze. You're embarrassed that he caught you walking like an idiot.

“No,” you answer truthfully as you give him a surprised look when you turn to look at him.

“It is the first day, right?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you before popping the hood of a side-by-side that sat on his side of the driveway. “Joon mentioned something about it yesterday.”

“Yeah, umm… it was pretty good. I might have a blister and an unwanted admirer, but hey, no one stuck anything where it didn't belong. So, good day.” You explain not expecting the conversation to go much further.

You were surprised when he actually started laughing. You don't think you have ever made Min Yoongi laugh. It was a good look on him. You wouldn't mind if he did more around you.

“Please tell me it's not some single dad?” he asks once he stops laughing. He uses the wrench in his hand to tinker around with mechanical things that are beyond your knowledge. You can drive a car but that's about it. You just pray that you never get a flat tire in the middle of nowhere. Triple A is a thing, right?

“Worse, the music teacher. He offered to show me around town,” you say with a nod of your head. “Like what was he going to show me? Jin’s cafe?”

“I mean. We do have a new hardware store in town,” he informs you while he concentrates on his task. “Maybe he can show you where the screws are.”

A small silence falls between the two of you as you look around in contemplation.

“Is that..” You start but pause for a second, and you feel your face heat up. “Is that supposed to be sexual?”

“I don't know what you are talking about,” he said innocently and smirked at you as his eyes met yours through the fallen blonde hair in his eyes. He shakes it out of his vision and continues with his task. You shake your head at him, limping and waddling your way up the stairs to your house. “Wait, I have some of your mail. Let me go get it.”

You lean your hands against the railing of the porch as he disappears in his house. You take turns lifting each foot off the ground behind you and giving it a little wiggle, hoping to find some sort of relief. He better hurry because all you want to do is sit down. You continue your little foot routine when you hear the squeak of his screen door open and Yoongi walks across the driveway to you. Reaching up, he hands you a singular piece of mail over your railing that you take from him, and he retreats back to the side-by-side. You sigh in annoyance when you see what he gave you.

“To the current resident….” You say loudly. “Do you need to lower your cable costs? You really felt the need to give me this junk mail?”

“It would have been a federal offense if I hadn't,” he answered while not even looking at you.

“Well, thanks,” you say sarcastically and turn back toward the house. You pull out your mess of keys that jingle and jangle with too many keychains as you unlock your door.

“Y/N,” Yoongi calls out again, making you look over your shoulder at him once again. “I would have helped…you know….yesterday when you moved in. I just figured that you wouldn't want me there.”

That made you feel horrible. You felt like a horrible human being who is still acting childish over some weird grudge from college. If what Hobi said was true, it was only one-sided on your part. Your shoulders slump just a little bit before you turn back to him once again. His hands are fiddling with that wrench looking a little nervous as he tries not to stare at you for too long. The wrench makes quite the clicking sound as he turns it over and over again as he twirls it with his finger. He glances up at you quickly before turning his eyes back to the silver tool in his hand.

“I appreciate it,” you tell him as you tap that piece of junk mail on the palm of your opposite hand just as nervous. “Maybe, if you want to, that is. Maybe we can start over again and actually try to be friends for once.”

“Yeah, sure, sounds good,” he rambles, agreeing with you, trying to nod his head nonchalantly. “Hey, are you going to help out at the Farmers Market again? The guys think you will bring more business in.”

“I highly doubt that, but yeah, I can come and help again,” you answer with a nod of your head. “Have a good evening, Yoongi,” you say with a small smile on your lips.

“You too,” he says, eyes watching you until you unlock the door.

Finally, getting into your house, you close the door and lock it behind you. You reach down undo the straps of your shoes and proceed to kick them off with a careless fling of your foot, not caring where they land as you hear them hit the floor with a thump. You waddle your way to that old dirty couch and flop down unceremoniously with a groan. You think your aching feet hurt more now than they did in the heels. Your nice hot bath with your wine and the bath bomb is going to have to wait until you get enough motivation to stand up, and that might not be anytime soon. You might have to put off unpacking one more day.

You turn your head and look out your living room window. You can see Yoongi with the top half of his body bent over and working away on the vehicle on his side of the driveway. You never thought in a million years that you would be friends with the cute, popular basketball player turned handsome neighbor. You smile a little as you continue to stare at him, and you think you might feel a little fluttering in your stomach. You're going to have to squish those butterflies. That flapping, flitting feeling that you haven't felt in years makes your body tingle in excitement. Your heart was not ready for that feeling. It wasn't ready at all.

《Chapter Three》

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attackurheart88 · 4 months ago

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“Will I’m home. Will?”

The house was quiet when Hannibal came home. The lights were on, the car was still there, and the dogs were inside. But there was no sign of his husband.

It was routine for Will to greet him at the door. A sweet kiss was shared then they would explain their day.

And yet the omega wasn’t here.

Unperturbed Hannibal entered the kitchen. Will would pop up eventually.

His footsteps clacked softly on the tile before making a sudden pause. There in the kitchen was a hatch on the floor left wide open.

Hannibal’s blood went cold. Will had found his basement.

Granted it was going to happen sooner or later in fact he wanted Will to know the truth but he wasn’t sure if now was the best time for it to be revealed.

It’s only been six months since Will gave birth to their daughter Raven. The bond between an omega and their child isn’t one to be taken lightly. If Will believed him to be a threat to their child then Will would be sure to fight him.

Opening a drawer Hannibal removed a small knife.

He didn’t wish to cause harm to his mate but he also refused to be imprisoned.

He walked down the steps stealthy and looked around. The sent of his omega hovered in the air. It was strong but not strong enough to sugggest Will was still there. Which meant Will must have just found out a few minutes before he arrived.

Human beings where hanged on a large hook like pigs. Ready and waiting for their turn to be cut.

—-

The door to the study opened. Hannibal’s eyes searched the plush seats and the wooden bookshelves but saw no sign of untamed curls.

Hannibal checked the storage room. It was repurposed as a space for Will to work on his fish knots. It too was empty.

Finally Hannibal reached the second floor. Down the hallway a door was opened just a crack and light could be seen. As he got nearer the sound of singing and soft mumbles of gibberish grew louder.

In the room was Will gently rocking Raven to sleep.

He sat in a rocking chair humming. His demeanor projecting joy and relaxment.

Hannibal wasn’t sure what game Will was playing. Had he already called the cops? Was he expecting an explanation? Did he plan on killing him? The gun rested on the table less than three feet from Will did not escape Hannibal’s attention.

It was his decision to wait.

“You’re home early.” Will stated his eyes not leaving his child.

“One of my clients canceled at the last minute.”

Will hummed in recognition.

“You found the basement.” Hannibal cut to the point.

“I did. I must tell you it was quite a shock.”

“All this time when you were disappearing in the dead of night or coming home late in different clothing with ridiculous excuses of spills….” Will stands up and walks over to the Bassett and placed in his sleeping daughter. “I thought you were having an affair.”

At the word affair Hannibal’s brows furrowed and his lips drew together tightly.

Will didn’t notice as he played with Raven’s hair.

“Everyone always talks about how an alpha begins to stray when his omega becomes pregnant. I get fat and lazy and nag too much and you eventually find comfort in the bed of another. So, oddly enough when I discovered your secret and stared at all the dead bodies I felt relieved.”

It was then Will looked up and made eye contact

Hannibal searched expecting to see fear or hatred but there was none. Just love and contentment in his partner's eyes.

“I take that means you haven’t called uncle Jack?”

Will shakes his head. “No. But whether or not that changes depends on you.”

Grabbing the gun swiftly, Will made a show of loading it then pulling down the safety.

“Whether you bleed out on this floor or continue life as a happy family is based on your honesty.”

Hannibal’s gaze became cold and clinical. He no longer resembles the adoring husband Will knew.

“Are you the Chesapeake Ripper?”

Hannibal contemplated for a moment. The cat was already out of the bag. It wouldn’t hurt to be honest for once.

“Yes.”

“Have you been feeding me human flesh?”

“Yes.”

Will appeared thoughtful as he boldly swaggered into Hannibal’s space. “Million dollar question.”

Hannibal remained still as the gun was placed at his head.

He could disarm him. Will’s grip was firm but his stance was open. A shot might fire but he could easily redirect it from him. But in doing so a fight would ensue and any chance at a happy ending would be spoiled.

“Was any of it real? Did you mean it when you proposed?”

“Will- “Hannibal tried to say.

“Did you mean it when you said ‘I love you’?”

“Of cours-“ How could he think his devotion was a lie?

“Was anything about our relationship not a cover to you?” Will’s voice increased towards the end.

“OF COURSE THERE WAS!”

His uncharacteristic outburst silenced the room.

Hannibal felt his heart beating rapidly. He could see doubt and pieces of his plan of his dream came crashing to the floor.

And as much as he wished it didn't, his chest burned with the knowledge of his mate being in pain. Of the possibility that Will would leave him. Whether it was his own feelings or a byproduct of being bonded Hannibal wasn’t sure.

“Of course there was.” Hannibal said again softer this time.

“I never considered the possibility of falling in love or getting attached to anyone. It was beneath me. I never tried to be seen because I believed no one could both see me and accept me.”

Hannibal felt his eyes mist and he was surprised at how truthful everything was.

“Then I met you and my view on life had begun to change. I envisioned a future…with you.” Dark browns met light blues and they were locked in place. Hannibal maintained eye contact as he got down on his knees.

“I have the deepest feelings for you Will and they go so much further than love. I had intended to tell you the truth but once we got married and started conceiving I was afraid of destroying what we had built.” Hannibal’s eyes drifted over to the crib which remained silent despite the previous outburst.

Will’s followed the same path before returning to Hannibal.

He was silent.

Hannibal tried again.

“You mean the world to me. If you asked I would pluck the moon and the star-“

“Ok I get it. Cut out all the damn poetry.”

Hannibal frowned at the interruption of opening his heart.

Will replaced the safety and placed the gun into a drawer. A sudden wail caused him to drift over to the crib.

“Will?”

He was ignored as Will favored lifting Raven before making a disgust sound at the smell of her diaper.

Will finally seemed to care for his presence as he walked toward him. Hannibal rising was given a stinky child.

“Go clean her up and put her to sleep. When you're done make me a snack.”

“Will wait! What about our conversation?”

Will paused in front of their shared bedroom. “My feet are swollen.” He said not missing a beat. “My hair needs to be washed. And I haven’t had an orgasim all day. I suggest you carry out your marital duties quickly or I’ll have to get a replacement.”

The slam of the door left Hannibal in surprise.

He glanced from the door to Raven and from Raven to the door.

“Oooh?” She babbled.

He then made his way to the bathroom and began performing his duties.

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i-hope-this-is-a-phase · 6 months ago

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The First Floor

The Living Area

The home of any house: the heart of the Dream Team. Any half-decent home has a nice living area, and that certainly is the case for the Dream Team!

The Living Area consists of 9 rooms:

The TV Room

The Kitchen

The Dining Table

The Theater Room

The Hallways

The Laundry Room

The Fusion Room (previously the Gym)

The Loft

The TV Room

When you first enter the home, the TV room is on your right

It has a massive sectional sofa and a big-screen TV above the fireplace. IRL, this area is covered in blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, cat toys, and more.

The Dream Team can be found here watching a fellow streamer, a TV show, or more. And, luckily, this room is close to their kitchen for snacks, which brings us to our next room:

The Kitchen

The location of the first 3/3 stream, this kitchen is a versatile space. Its open concept allows it to be accessed from many directions, like the TV room and the Theater Room.

It has stools many stools for the Dream Team to sit at as they eat breakfast, as well as multiple fridges for all their food.

And, just beyond it lives the Dining Room.

The Dining Room

There's not much to say about the Dining Room, since the Dream Team rarely use it. It is used more as storage for all their excess papers.

But, on occasion, you may see Patches jump on it to drink a glass of water.

The Theater Room

Right next to the Kitchen, the Theater Room is featured often in George's Snapchats! If the Dream Team choose to, they can watch a movie here themselves or with a large party of friends.

One of the unique features of this room is its beautiful starry ceiling, which adds to the ambiance of the room.

The Hallways

Right next to the kitchen lie the hallways. The left door leads into the Fusion Room, the middle door leads to another hallway, and the right doorway leads to under the stairs!

You can find some cat toys under the stairs, as well as some equipment in the hallway that leads to the Fusion Room again and the Laundry Room.

The Fusion Room

What was once the gym has now become the Fusion Room! Covered in mats and cardboard walls, this area has been featured in both Dream and George's videos!

It is packed full of technology and why wouldn't it? It's a masterpiece of engineering and coding, and it shows.

The Laundry Room

Featured heavily in the "Titan vs. 20 Hiders" video, this room has multiple washers and dryers for the Dream Team to use!

I, unfortunately, do not have the Laundry Day pack, so there are no washers and dryers in this room. But, feel free to replace the cabinets with them if you download this build!

The Loft

The final room of the Living Area: this area leads to the Dream Suite, the backyard, and SNF's Domain.

It features a stunning spiral staircase as well as a Christmas tree, which Patches often can be found hiding under.

Dream

Dream's entire suite lies on the first floor! There are six rooms in Dream's suite:

Dream's Office

Dream's Bedroom

Dream's Walk-in Closet

Dream's Hallway

The Server Room

Dream's Bathroom

Dream's Office

Right between the back door and the stairwell, you can find Dream's office! It has two desks, a bed, and two computers for all the gaming he does.

As the keen-eyed observer may notice, Dream's iconic face-reveal video was done with a mirrored camera! In later streams and videos, the camera was not reflected.

Dream's Bedroom

Dream's bedroom is to the right after entering the double doors next to the TV room. It is the largest bedroom, with the iconic whiteboard, a master bed, and a TV to watch the Sooners' games!

To the left of his bed, you will see the mirror with which Dream takes his morning selfies! Remember when Dream didn't have a face.

Yeah, me neither.

Dream's Walk-in Closet

Nothing screams luxury than having a massive walk-in closet! Here, you will find many of Dream's Sooners' jerseys, his iconic hoodies, and more.

Of course, any good closet has many drawers, and this room has plenty for all the clothes he's hiding.

Dream's Hallway

It ain't much: just a transitionary space between the rooms. But, I think it defines why Drema's area is a suite rather than just "his rooms."

The Server Room

The home of the Internet, where the Dream Team got their fame. It's covered top-to-bottom with gadgetry that makes the global phenomenon of the Dream Taem possible.

It's just to the left when you enter Dream's suite, and it can be found right next to the bathroom.

Dream's Bathroom

We haven't gotten many photos of this room! But, we can assume there's a bath from the iconic "I'm in the bath" space, and we've seen the beautiful shower room mirror selfie before.

It's a grand bathroom, which fits since it is the master bathroom of the house.

And honestly, Dream deserves it for his hard work.

You can find the Second Floor Layout here!

#dransion #rei speaks #dreamwastaken #sapnap #georgenotfound #dtblr

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foodandfolklore · 1 year ago

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Kitchen Altars - Placement Pros and Cons

For those unaware, an Altar in Witchcraft is a surface where you do most of your magical or spiritual "stuff". It helps you focus your intentions, harness power, and is your general working space. I see a lot of Kitchen Witches making or wanting to make altars to have in their kitchen. It can give them a space to charge items, to leave offerings, to gather energy and power, ect. They may also use it to invite a specific deity or entity into their kitchen. So what or where can be your Altar? Here are some ideas depending on your needs.

The entire Kitchen This is the route I think many traditional Kitchen Witches Take. An altar is meant to be a working space. Your kitchen is like a swiss army knife of working space. If you want your entire kitchen to be your altar, don't be afraid to add things to Up it's magical energy. Kitchen/Cottage Witch Poppets, Decorative Crystals, Important Symbols, hand made garlands, charms, Whatever.

However, the down side to this is: first, It's harder to stay in the broom closet the more you have on display. I am very lucky in that I don't fear any kind of persecution from family, friends, neighbors, ect. But not everyone feels as secure openly practicing. Second, if you are someone who shares a kitchen with many people like roommates or extended family, you may not be able to set up or decorate the kitchen exactly as you want. Additionally, All these extra people coming in an out at different times with different moods can throw off the energy in the space. So having something separate might work better for you.

Counters Probably the most popular place to set up an altar in a kitchen as it's the most obvious. You may want to set aside a small section of your counter and dedicate it to an altar. A shallow wooden box or tray for you to put your altar in may be a good idea. This is because the main downside to having an altar set up on your counter is you lose counter space. Which can be very valuable. So by building your altar on or in a tray allows you to move it temporarily should you need the extra counter space.

Cupboards or Drawers This is a little more broom closet friendly. You can set up an altar in an obscure cupboard shelf or unused drawer, then open it up when you want to use it. Then when not in use, it's closed up out of sight. Since it's closed off, you don't need to worry as much about dust or kitchen grim. However, the downside is your altar is either taking up valuable storage space or it's in an awkward to get to area. Like that corner cupboard that you need to get on a chair in order to reach the back, or that drawer that can only open when you have the oven door open. If it's a pain in the ass to get to, you're less likely to use it.

Kitchen Table If your table is large enough to hold a bowl or basket as a decorative center piece, consider building your altar in that bowl or basket. This tends to be a great option for those with their foot in the broom closet since the altar can be written off as a decorative piece. It's also good in that it doesn't take up work or storage space. And since it's in a basket or other container, you can move it when you need the space.

The downside is for us witches who are a little more...chaotic...in our organization style. Stuff gets dropped on the kitchen table to be dealt with later, only for later to never come. Mail, clothes, documents, drinking glasses; things just get lost in the layers of time. Your altar may end up lost or damaged.

Windowsill Another popular choice for Kitchen Witches who like to grow herbs or plants. They'll set up their foliage by the window and base an altar around that. Space tends to be a bit limited in these cases, so make sure any additions are small. Also be carful when setting up crystals in your windowsill. While sunlight is great for plants, it can be harmful for some popular crystals like Amethyst and fade the color.

Also, pay attention to how your window opens. If you want to open the window and it slides, or you need to crank a handle, you don't want anything to block the window from opening. And on the flip side, you don't want to damage your altar items if opening the window causes them to fall.

Shelves Specifically shelves that are separate from the kitchen cupboards. You may want to install a floating shelf or just get a corner shelf stand. You can build your altar on one (or all) of the shelf surfaces. It's great as it can be set out of the way but still in an area that's convenient to get to.

The downside tends to be cost and installation. Floating shelves tend to be cheaper than a standing corner shelf. You can find some nice wooden floating shelves at second hand stores or flea markets for anywhere between 10 to 60 dollars. But when you install them, you want to make sure you drill part of it into a wall stud. This helps stop them from falling down. This is assuming you CAN drill into a wall, as many rental agreements don't allow you to put holes in walls. A small, standing shelf is a good alternative and renter friendly. However, you tend to need to buy these new and can cost several hundred dollars. If you or someone you know are good with carpentry, maybe you can build a custom shelf. But new wood is still very expensive.

Fridge Close the fridge, we're not putting it inside. I mean you can; but that might be messy. Most fridges have at lest 1 magnetic surface. And did you know there are a lot of things you can get with magnets attached? Magnetic Jars or Containers, Magnetic shelves, Magnetic hooks- Not to mention the plethora of decorative magnets. I've seen tarot card magnets, moon phase magnets, Astrology magnets, ect. You can arrange your fridge to be a vertical altar.

The downside here being most of these items will probably be bought online, and the quality of the magnetism can vary. Make sure you read reviews and make sure something won't just fall off one day. And avoid pushing the strength of things like Magnetic shelves by loading them up with heavy objects. Another downside may be your fridge doesn't have a magnetic side exposed. Stainless steel fridges tend to not be magnetic on the front. Something about the metal used. They are magnetic on the sides, but if your fridge doesn't have exposed sides due to placement, you may be SOL for a fridge altar.

Outside the Kitchen Lastly, remember that just because you practice kitchen magic, doesn't mean you need to restrict yourself to the kitchen. Kitchen witches are allowed to practice other kinds of magic in addition to kitchen magic. You may want an altar for these situations. So set one up in the living room, dining room, bedroom, backyard, bathroom, wherever works for you. And if it doesn't work for you, don't be afraid to move it!

#food and folklore #kitchen witch #kitchen witchcraft #kitchen altar #house witch #magick #pagan #witch #paganism #eclectic witch #eclectic pagan #altar #magic #practical magic #witches

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farmhouselove · 23 days ago

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eilzie-fics · 2 months ago

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Efflorescence, pt. 1 | Dynasty Warriors Origins

Diao Chan X Ziluan

Rating: T

Angst, Character-focused, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2,343

Prized flower of the Han court; the jade peony which bloom shames the moon into hiding. Diao Chan has many names. She treads across courts and palaces with the grace of a prodigious dancer. She smiles to captivate, molds herself into a sword so beautiful and sharp that rulers and tyrants would spill blood just to wield her. But the flower that blooms in the night has a secret; a wish that keeps her heart beating: that one day, it could grow to reach the stars that have illuminated her in the darkest hours.

The candle was nearly spent. Its small flame flickered against the warped wood of the chamber wall, throwing shadows too large for the dim and small space that Minister Wang Yun had booked under a different name to be used as his adopted daughter pleased.

Diao Chan was sitting beside the only table in the room, her wrist cradled on the ebony surface, the silk of her sleeve tied up to her elbow. The cloth she had been pressing against her purple skin was now cool, the bruise underneath had finished leaking blood into its third hour. It throbbed in time with her slowing pulse--a sharp, steady cadence that was not unlike her own heartbeat.

She eyed a small ointment box she had stashed in one of the room's drawers. Here, she could keep things like these private, knowing there would be no prying eyes or inspections. This was, after all, one of the hideouts Minister Wang Yun had arranged for her to use. "Resting places," he had called them, though none truly were. Each one was hidden in the most secure or illustrious inns, tucked away on brothels' second floors, or repurposed from what had been empty storage rooms of forgotten shrines.

The inn chamber she was in was a part of a winehouse. It smelled of stale rice, dried fruits, and jasmine. It had a lock, and the windows did not face the street. Those were enough for her.

With some reluctance, Diao Chan reached for the ointment box and opened it. The heavy, pungent smell of the pale green liquid inside of the box immediately told her that it would more than hurt when applied to her throbbing wrist.

It had been a jagged point of a golden ring. A noble her father had approached in order to secure a connection to a faction who had direct ties with one of the ruling Han officials. The ring had caught her just beneath the joint. Whether it had been a careless grip borne out of too much wine, or a calculated one to remind her of the power of the ring bearer, she could not say. The noble, well past his fifties and wrinkled with stress, had only smiled when he had grabbed her wrist, his ink-stained fingers coiling around her with a certainty of an owner.

'Tis was a small price--and pain--to pay for peace; a sure thing in the role that she played: an obedient daughter, a courtesan and dancer too alluring to not be paraded in front of the powerful, a weapon.

Diao Chan was used to hiding in layers of performance. She had, after all, been trained how to smile and bow at just the right angle, to disarm with politeness and flattery. What unsettled her now was how easily it had happened. and how little she had felt in that moment.

Sure, there was the unmistakable sting of physical pain. But her heart and mind felt as if they had been shrouded in a heavy fog, barely registering things until they were minutes too late. She had merely smiled back at the noble, an assuring one--a smile that spoke what most men would want to hear: "I'm yours, Your Lordship."

Now, alone in the quiet room with only a candle to accompany her, she finally breathed. Breathed, and thought:

I don't even know whose dream I am anymore.

Before her musings could go on any further, the sliding door to her inn chamber slid opened slowly, almost soundless safe for a swishing sound.

Her breath caught at the prospect of having been found. No one should have been able to trace this place, Wang Yun had made sure of it. All the bookings to rooms like these had used many different fictitious names, and brokered by people whose trade was in secret as much as it in public services.

Diao Chan stood up, readying herself to either force a retreat or come up with yet another pretense.

The familiar figure draped in black and shadows that emerged from behind the door was not someone whom she needed to escape from or fo, though.

Standing quietly as if asking for her permission to enter the room was the Wanderer whom she had only had the luxury to know in the past few months. "Ziluan," she breathed his name with a relief.

He stood there just behind thr threshold, looking unwilling to take more than the space offered to him. His dark cloak was loose around his shoulders, and his hair cast a shadow across his face. And yet, she coyld see the quiet sharpness in his eyes: alert, heavy with thoughts she knew he was reluctant to voice as those blue orbs narrowed upon her half-bandaged wrist.

Diao Chan stepped back, the hand that was injured instinctively covered the one that she had yet to fully tend to. "You shouldn't be here."

"...I know," he replied.

"How did you find me?" Her voice remained level, but she felt as if the walls and the flickering candle were listening on them.

Ziluan's gaze flicked slightly to her wrist, to the edges of cloth she had not tied. "You left early," he said, finally. "From the hall. As soon as you were dismissed, you walked away not with the other dancers to the backroom. And too fast."

She had, indeed. In her haste to hide her bleeding wrist then, she had covered it with a dancing fan and the end of her long sleeve, walking too briskly for someone who had meant to float. Diao Chan had no reply at that, so she merely looked away.

"I see more than I remember," he added after a pause.

"And so, you followed me?"

"Yes."

Ziluan stepped forward then, closing the door behind him without a sound. Slow, measured steps--steps one would take when one was approaching a wounded gazelle. He stopped just when he was close enough that she could smell the travel-dust in his garb. He stood still for a moment, waiting for her, perhaps.

"I thought you were avoiding me," she said, softer now, as though speaking might unmake the quiet that had settled in.

That had always been how they were designed to act in public. In Wang Yun's residence, they could become colleagues, friends even. But in the palace lights and court halls, they were supposed to be strangers who happened to serve one master. She was a jade-adorned blade, who was meant to be paraded alone, separate from all others. Any forms of association, even one that was miniscule enough, would jeopardize her status and symbol as 'Diao Chan.'

Ziluan did not answer right away. His gaze scanned the room first before it landed back on her. "Something... just looked wrong."

A bitter smile tugged at her lips. "Everything always looks wrong if you have the eyes to spot it. Yours have always been exceptional. You just never say it."

He did not smile back. Instead, gently, he reached for her wounded wrist.

She flinched at the ghost of his touch, and he stopped. "I won't hurt you," he said, not with offense.

"...I know."

"Let me help."

There was a moment where she almost refused, where her pride, or her ingrained training, or her wariness rose like a tide to pull her away. But something else—something smaller, quieter—made her extend her hand.

He took it, and beckoned for her to sit down.

His fingers were steady as he unwrapped the cloth. He didn’t speak as he examined the bruise, didn’t ask who, or how, or why. She wondered if it was because he knew—or because he did not need to.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

No was almost at the tip of the tongue, complete with a neutral smile she had practiced for as long as she could remember. But to her own surprise, she managed a small, wordless nod.

Ziluan said nothing. His hands moved again, dipping into his satchel for salve. It smelled faintly of mint and something bitter. "A friend gave me this," he said as he dipped a finger to coat it with the medicine. He gestured with his chin towards the opened box of balm she had prepared on the table. "He vows it's three times more effective than what most people have."

“That is very confident of him,” she said.

The dry jest earned a very small curve at one end of his lips. “I envy such people.”

She blinked at him, unsure how to respond. Ziluan rarely talked about his feelings, or himself for that matter. Having little to no memories of his past, the Wanderer was mostly an observer. The most they had ever talked about was things around them, happenings in their world, and Wang Yun's vision of the future. He had never disclosed his own vision nor personal thoughts, she realized.

It's not that he does not want to, she thought as understanding dawned slowly within her. It's more like he cannot afford to.

And that... That looked to much like her own story it almost hurt.

The silence that followed was only broken by rustles of bandage-work and slight creaking sounds the wind made against the old building. Ziluan finished tending her wound, and in the dimming candlelight and through heavy eyelids, she saw him retracting his hands, resting them atop his knees.

"You need rest." It was as much as a statement as it was an observation. A thought to swat away those kind words surfaced like an old habit. But she chose, willingly this time, to ignore it. Today had been quite a whirlwind. And for the first time in weeks, she felt something loosen in her chest.

The only thing she remembered thinking of before falling into a dreamless sleep was how his hands had moved with a care she had not known in many years. Not since girlhood, not since before names became masks, and touch became currency.

In her defense, she had not meant to fall asleep.

At first, it had only been her eyelids--heavy, reluctant... Then, her breath: lengthening, slowing down. The sound of cloth rustling became distant, then indistinct, then gone. Then, the rest of her and the world pulled back.

Now that she was blinking sleep out of her system, the room was still. A blue shadow clung to the corners of the ceiling, unlit by the lone candle that now was merely a stub of wax, having been snuffed out some time ago. Her body was warm beneath a blanket that had not been there before, the mattress beneath her shifting slightly as she rolled to one side. It was a thin, pitiful thing compared to the plush and luxurious set that the palace offered. But now in this moment, it felt softer than any surface she had known. Kinder, almost.

Her wrist was wrapped in clean linen, more securely this time. Her robe still clung to her shoulders, untouched. And most of all, there was no scent of perfume or wine or such on the air, no trace of someone else having stayed beside her.

He was gone.

Diao Chan stayed in bed for a few more moments than she should, staring at the wood beams above her, tracing the split lines in the ceiling where water had once leaked through. Her hand, the one that was injured, rested against her chest, palm open, fingers slack.

It was such a small thing, she thought, to be clothed, tended, and left alone.

And yet—her throat tightened.

She had been carried. She knew it. Her body had not moved from where he had been tending her on the floor. Ziluan must have lifted her, quietly, without waking her, and laid her in the only bed the chamber had. No words. No suggestion. No grasping.

She touched the bandage with her opposite hand. It felt snug, warm still from his touch even though she knew he must have led hours ago.

He may have watched her fall asleep. He may have simply watched, and not taken.

He had watched and chosen distance.

She turned her face into the pillow and exhaled, feeling her heart thudding heavily against her ribcage.

"Why now?" she murmured to the dark. “Why you?”

Outside, the sky had not yet begun to shift, but she could feel the weight of dawn pressing just beyond the walls. Her time was running thin.

She sat up, slowly, her limbs reluctant to go back into a world filled with base desires, lies, and deceit. Every movement reminded her that the warmth she’d felt had not been a dream. It lingered in the way the blanket held her shape, in the faint scent of dust and iron that he left behind.

She moved to the basin to wash her face. Cold water, sharper than memory. She did not bother to look into the mirror. Mirrors had never been kind to her.

Her fingers paused at her collar. Still buttoned. Still hers.

Had we met in another time... in another life...

She smiled—just for a breath—then wiped it away with the same hand.

There were bells in the distance. Palace bells. A reminder that the woman in this chamber would have to once again don many masks and pretend.

Another smile was back in place. A sweet one, one she knew not many people would be able to refuse, one that was filled with poisoned honey. She was the butterfly of the Han court, now. She was Diao Chan.

But as she opened the door and stepped into the gray pre-dawn, something in her moved slower, steadier. The wound was now only a dull ache, no longer throbbing like how it had been the night before. But another wound was also slowly healing, as if a bleeding part of her that she had not known existed had also been carefully wrapped, stitched up by kindness and compassion she had forgotten could exist in her world.

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silver-velvet-860 · 1 year ago

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More pixel coaches (and how I make them!)

From left to right: Niki (Soy Yo), Moxie (Hollaback Girl), Maps, Fun, and Talk Extreme

I wasn’t going to stop after 100! People have been big fans of these little things and wanted to know how I make them. So I took pictures of the process of creating them. (The full process is under this cut.)

I use Perler beads to make these coaches. They can be found in just about any craft store, or on the official website. I use a large square 29x29 pegboard, although occasionally I connect smaller 17x17 pegboards if the design needs more space, like what I did here with Moxie.

Every design starts out with this simple base right here:

Then I figure out who I want to make and look up references. I choose the color palette from the images and pull out some colors that I might use. Sometimes these can change.

Next, I change the outline of the base, adding and removing beads to shape it into a new figure. Once that’s done, I begin to add color, beginning with the outfit. I outline certain parts that will be filled in with color. Sometimes I look back at previous coaches for help— for example, I looked at Troublemaker for help for the beanie.

Once the colors are all set, I do one last look-through and change aspects that I feel need changing. For example, I decided to change Talk Extreme’s hair color, since I believed that there was another color that looked more like the original. The way my storage system works lets me take color samples directly off the storage drawers (they’re held there with the power of Velcro) and compare them to the design in front of me. I recommend making a color key for your perler beads, it’s very useful!

(A brief note: it's important to be aware of what your hands and/or sleeves are doing around the board. Accidents can happen, such as when I dropped my phone onto the pegboard and messed up a 90% done Maps…)

Once the design is finalized, it's time to fuse the beads. I use parchment paper and a basic clothes iron on a normal, non-steam heat setting. It's important to iron in slow circles so that every bead gets melted properly. Certain colors also melt more quickly than others. Once the design starts to show through the paper and the beads' holes become small, it's time to peel the design off the paper and flip it over in order to iron the other side. The back side doesn't need as much time as the front, since the beads are already hot. Depending on the size and complexity of the design, ironing can take 2-5 minutes.

When that side is done, I peel it off, and congratulations, it's done! It's pretty hot, though, so I set it down to cool. Once the plastic has cooled down to a reasonable temperature, it's ready to display.

And that's how it's done! The full process can take from 20 mins to almost an hour. I might make digital versions of some of the coaches to use as references for people to make them at home. Who would you want the pattern for the most? I'll be saving these all under the tag #pixel coaches, so if you want to see who I've already made, check that tag out!

#just dance #just dance fanart #perler beads #perler bead creations #tutorial #pixel coaches #very happy with how this turned out

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battle-subway-ghost · 10 months ago

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about the house, this is what I've had to work with:

[Several images are attached underneath the cut.]

[The first is a photo taken from the doorway, light coming in from behind Paris' silhouette.

The front room is dark, but it's clear there's nothing but a singular coffee table and couch, both of which are almost entirely draped in cloth.]

[The second is at the couch itself. Paris is lifting up some of the fabric, completely unused so far.]

[The third is of a kitchen. It's rather ordinary, if a little sad. Nothing but an oven, fridge, microwave, and the counters. There's a knife stand on the counter, notably lacking any knives... and an egregious amount of empty hot pocket boxes, most conveniently stacked up near the trashcan.

There's a table in the corner of the image. It's a small dining table, with a singular chair. Surprisingly, it isn't covered in fabric...]

[A fifth image- this time of a bedroom. A full-sized bed, still made, though a cloak is draped over it. There's a nightstand in the corner between the bed and wall, a peculiar smashed puzzle box discarded on it. beside the bed is a Pokemon's bed, large, likely able to fit a Ninetales. a bit of white fur can be seen glinting off the camera flash.

It's oddly cramped for a bedroom.]

[The sixth image is of a sewing room. Spools of thread and fabric fill a cubby in the corner, as well as the desk, where the sewing machine is. There's a few wardrobes, and hangers for clothing, most being suitable for cold winters.

There's also a second table with a computer on it, practically discarded and abandoned in the corner. Forgotten.]

[The seventh photo is much more simple. It's of a shower shelf. It's filled entirely with rapidash shampoo and hair conditioner, in varying degrees of empty.]

[There's a video attached at the very end of the post.

Paris lifts the phone camera up, getting it to focus on a bedroom drawer. He sighs loudly, his voice exasperated.

"I feel like I'm going insane. I feel- Okay. What do you think is in here?" Maybe, clothes, I don't know..."

He swings open the drawer as forcefully as he can, revealing that it's filled nearly to the brim with assorted gems. He scoffs, making an exaggerated gesture at it.

"Fucking. Gems."

"And that's not all," He continues, slamming it shut. "Every-" Slam. Single-" Slam. One-" Slam. Each one had been the same as the last. "IS FULL OF FUCKING GEMS!"

"And- And, and, and," He stands up, rushing over to the nightstand, the camera shifting to keep the puzzle box out of view as quickly as possible. He swings the drawer open-

"You guessed it. more gems. I just- how the FUCK-" He storms out of the room, the camera trying to focus on the dark hallway. It's barren- even the walls are devoid of anything.

"Every single, Arcdamn, storage space in this Arceus forsaken house is exactly like that. It's just- FUCKING GEMS! EVERYWHERE! IS THIS WHY I HAD TO PAY HIS RENT?! FUCKE-"

It abruptly cuts off, as if it were edited.]

#long post #rival tag #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokeblogging #// here's an abridged house tour because I never got to write itttt Lllll

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pasta-in-the-pudding · 1 year ago

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Prince Eyeless Jack x Cinderella Reader

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Unconventional Royalties

"Y/n!!!" Your step mother shrieks. You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, taking your time to get ready. This is how most of your days start, your stepmother calls for you, you put on your work clothes, and you go to take care of whatever your family may need. You quickly step down the steps from the attic of your large home and into the hallway, quickly coming to turn the corner and turning the knob of the large doors leading to one of your step sister's rooms.

"Yes, mother?" You call, moving some hair out of your face as you step into the room. "Fix these up at once. We need them ready for the ball" Your stepmother snaps, tossing large poofy skirts into your arms. "A ball?" You ask, almost falling over as one of your stepsisters runs past you to start styling her hair. "Yes, the king is throwing a ball in the prince's honor. He's going to try to find a princess tonight." She says, waving her hand dismissively while going over to help your other stepsister tighten her corset. "The whole kingdom was invited! Oh mother, will you come help with my curls? I have to look my best for the prince!" Your stepsister says happily. "The whole kingdom?" You repeat. "So I can go too?"

The three women go quiet for a moment before laughing in unison. "You want to go?" Your stepsister sneers. "You'll be too busy doing your chores! Besides, I doubt you have any clothes proper enough for a royal ball, y/n" Your stepmother snaps her fingers and begins to shoo you away "Now, off you go. Those skirts must be finished before this evening and you're wasting time talking!" You are pushed out of the room and the door is slammed shut behind you. You frown and sigh, bunching up the skirts for easier travel up the steps into the attic. Once you arrive, you begin to patch up holes, reapply lace, and add pretty embroidery to the dresses, trying not to think about how you will have to spend the night at home while everyone else is at the ball.

There is a tapping sound on your window followed by a coo. You look up and see a crow, who is not exactly your pet, but your friend nonetheless. You smile and open up the window so he can step in, and as he does, little mice follow. The crow finds a comfortable spot on your desk and sits, chirping to ask for pets. With one hand you begin to pet him, while the other works on sewing. The animals seem to sense your sadness, because soon the mice are bringing you bits and pieces of their nesting materials to try and cheer you up. You offer the small creatures a kind smile before furrowing your brows and frowning again. "I'll be doing chores all night after finishing these skirts" You mutter to yourself. "If I could just get my chores done, and quickly finish this up I should be able to go, that's the only reason I couldn't, right?" You pick the skirt up and hold it back to admire your work. "Though, I don't have anything to wear, even if I did finish everything..." You say sadly.

As if he understands what you are saying, the crow suddenly stand up and flies over to the end of the attic, pecking and squawking at one of the storage dressers. You sigh and get up, walking over to the crow and shushing him. If your stepmother caught him up here, she'd have him roasted and served for dinner. He doesn't stop squawking until you eventually open the drawer, and then you see why he was going so crazy. Inside is your (mother/father's) wedding (dress/suit). You gasp and pull it out, looking at it for any imperfections. "Oh, this is perfect! If I can just get my jobs done quickly, then I can come back up here and patch this up a bit and I'll be ready to go!" You happily stamp your feet and toss the clothing onto your bed. Knowing that you might actually be able to go to the ball gets you motivated more than ever, and before you knew it, the skirts were done and the house was spotless. You hurriedly head back up to the attic to begin working on your ball outfit, adding your own personal flares to it like poem lines or shapes that you like. It is an hour before the ball, and you are completely ready, excitedly heading down the stairs when you hear your sisters begin to leave their rooms.

Once they see you, they both stick up their noses in disgust. "And what are you doing all dressed up?" One asks. "I'm going to the ball." You reply. "Oh you are, are you?" The other mocks. "Well, yes. All you said I had to do was to do my chores and finish the skirts. The chores are done and your skirts are ready" You say nervously. "You also needed something to wear" Your stepsister says snob-ishly. "Don't you see, I do!" You say, pointing out your outfit. "I don't know what you mean, y/n. All I see are servants rags" Your sisters are now circling you and giggling at your responses. "What do you mean, these were my (mother/father's) wedding clothes!" In a flash, they are on you, ripping and tearing the fabric you painstakingly patched and embroidered, they spit in your hear and rough it up, making you look like a mess. You are able to escape, tripping over yourself and trying to hold the few pieces of intact fabric to yourself in an attempt to cover your body. They laugh as you run, and soon you hear their heels clicking away as they rush to get into the carriage.

By the time they leave, you are in your garden, sobbing over the loss of your parent's wedding attire. Not only did you ruin your chance to go to the ball, but you ruined one of the only remaining artifacts of your real parents. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your back and smell a sweet perfume. You look up, scared that maybe someone else on their way to the ball heard you and got worried. When you look up, you see a gorgeous motherly woman offering you a tissue. You stare at her for a moment, not saying anything in pure shock. You take the tissue, and mean to say 'thank you', but what comes out is "who are you?" She smiles and says simply "Your fairy godmother, love" You are quiet again, staring in disbelief. "Why are you here?? Why now?" She sits next to you and pulls you into her chest, stroking your hair and magically making it clean and soft again. "Well, as your godmother i have to protect you. And as a fairy I help you towards your destiny." She looks around the garden. "You have to go to the ball tonight, you know. However, it doesn't seem like you're in a state to do that at the moment" You frown once more, almost crying again. "I know. And I don't have any other clothes or a ride!" She presses a finger to your lips. "Sh, honey. I'm magic! This..." She says, motioning to your ruined outfit "...Is not an issue. I can solve this in a snap. However....my magic does have limits. I can make you a brand new outfit, and get you a ride but I can only make the magic last for so long. Using transformation magic, especially on other things is very draining. I can give you until the clock strikes midnight. Deal?"

You are too shocked to speak, so you only nod. She smiles and flicks her wand around a few times. A blinding white light consumes you, and when it clears, you are in a sparkling blue outfit with the prettiest glass shoes. A few more minutes pass and you have your very own carriage with horses. You twirl and laugh happily at your new outfit, before hugging your godmother and stepping into the carriage. Before you leave, she reaches into the window and holds your hand. "Remember kiddo, midnight." She presses a gentle kiss to your hand and then lets you go, waving you a goodbye as your carriage begins to pull out of your driveway and begins the journey to the palace.

Part 2 coming soon!

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beefromanoff · 1 year ago

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Project Mockingbird Ch. 22

summary: another night stuck at the safe house...some repercussions from their arrival.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

author's note: at this point every chapter is another day in their life, I don't want to jump ahead at alllllll and miss the good stuff! speaking of - MILD SPICE WARNING, minors DNI. let me know what you think :)

tag list: @bangtanxberm @scott-loki-barnes @kayhi808 @charmedbysarge @cjand10 @capswife @otterlycanadian

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Who knew thunder could be so soothing? Charlotte mused, pulling a fistful of the plush comforter closer to her chin. The bed was warm, largely thanks to the super soldier sleeping in it behind her. He’d fallen asleep on top of the covers shortly after slipping his boxers back on. She’d initially passed out with him, but when she woke up in the middle of the night, freezing and naked, Charlotte had found a slightly musty smelling crewneck in the bedroom closet and a pair of sweatpants in a drawer. Only a moment after pulling them on and crawling under the covers, she was right back to sleep. Storms never bothered her, but this one felt especially soothing. Something about an exhilarating escape from a mission, a long night, and the peace of a safe house…it was the best nights’ sleep she’d had in months.

That was –– until the calm of the early morning was shattered by a sudden clamor downstairs—a violent crash that jerked them from sleep to high alert in mere seconds.

“Did you hear that?” Charlotte whispered, her voice tight with tension as she slipped out of the bed and into a crouch on the floor.

“Yeah,” Bucky responded, his hand feeling under the bed frame for what she assumed was a stashed weapon. Sure enough, he pulled out a handgun, checking to make sure it was loaded. “Stay behind me.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes as she stepped softly around the bed. “I’m not exactly the stay-behind type, Barnes,” she whispered sharply, returning to the closet where she’d found the sweats that –– while perfect for sleeping, were too baggy for comfortable stealth. Sure enough, in a chest on the ground was a stash of miscellaneous weapons. These looked like they’d been haphazardly put here for storage rather than convenient protection like the gun beneath the bed. Not wanting to waste time as she heard Bucky step into the hallway, Charlotte grabbed the first thing she saw: a bow and quiver of arrows. She slid the strap over her shoulder, gritting her teeth as the loose arrows clacked against each other. Catching up to Bucky as he crept to the staircase, she loaded an arrow and pulled it taut, ready to fire over his shoulder if anything should make a sudden move.

They moved stealthily down the stairs, their trained eyes scanning for threats. The living room was a mess, shrapnel from the splintered wooden door sprayed across the room, water from the ongoing storm beginning to puddle at the entryway. Charlotte tried to ignore the fact that her discarded clothes from the day before were right in the midst of the fray. At least she fared better than Bucky, clad in only his boxers as he held the gun out and turned the corner fully. At the center of the chaos stood a figure from Stark’s lineup—an Iron Legion bot, the lights through the eye holes flashing red.

Bucky frowned, his gun lowering slightly. “Iron Legion? What’s the emergency?”

The drone’s mechanical voice responded, “Safety check protocol initiated due to non-response from agents. Please confirm status.”

With a sigh, Bucky lowered the gun fully. “Tell the cavalry we’re fine. They can call off the search party.”

“Agent dismissal protocol not met.”

“Sergeant Barnes confirming safe perimeter and no imminent threat. Agent Rossi present and unharmed.”

The drone paused, the lights turning from red to white, then turned and exited, leaving the mild destruction in its wake.

Bucky glanced at Charlotte, eyes less than amused as he ran a hand through his tousled hair. “Well, that’s one way to start the day.”

Stepping carefully across the debris to get to her abandoned bag, Charlotte fished out her phone, wincing at the flood of missed messages and calls. “Looks like we’ve got some explaining to do.” She tossed his phone and the secure comms device to Bucky, both laden with concern at their lack of communication for ten hours. She shot him a sheepish grin. “What’s the play here, Sarge?”

“Probably better to keep it to the basics,” Bucky suggested, arching an eyebrow. “They know the storm forced us down, communications got spotty.”

“So you don’t think saying we were too busy hooking up to answer our phones would fly with Hill? Charlotte asked with a smirk, her heart still racing from the rude awakening.

Bucky chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, let’s stick to the storm story.”

As they started picking up the broken door, laying down towels to soak up the rainwater, and straightening the furniture, the room was full of a quiet tension. They’d cleared the security check with the Iron Legion, which would surely report back to the Compound, but they’d still have to return the calls, texts, and mission brief requests –– and they knew the team would press them a little harder than the robot did.

“So,” Charlotte began, breaking the silence, “are we okay here? I mean, with... this?” She gestured vaguely between them.

Bucky stopped, his gaze meeting hers seriously. “We’re good, Char. If you’re good, I’m good.”

She nodded, relief evident in her features. “I’m good.”

His eyes lingered on hers for a second before he thought better of whatever the words were on his lips, turning his attention back to gathering their soaking wet clothes from the ground.

“Buck?” Charlotte stepped across the puddle on the floor towards him, reaching out for the clothes in his hands.

“Hm?” His breath seemed to hitch as he met her eyes.

“I’d hate for our first... whatever this was, to be our last.”

Something darker flickered in his eyes. “When have I ever stopped at one lesson?” Bucky’s voice was low. His words hung between them, the air so thick it was almost suffocating. As much as she wanted to lean into the moment, to drop the clothes and keep the world at bay, Charlotte knew they shouldn’t keep the rest of the team waiting, concerned.

“Guess it’s time to face the music,” she said, taking the pile of wet clothes and turning for the laundry room. “I’ll get these clean so you have something to wear. You can handle the communication.”

“Gee, thanks.” He scoffed.

“You’re the one always reminding me you outrank me, Sarge.”

“I’ve never said that.”

“You don’t have to say it, the constant barking of orders does a good enough job for you.” She winked as she turned the corner.

As she disappeared, Bucky looked down at his phone. The screen lit up with multiple missed calls from Steve. He hesitated a moment before hitting the call back button, preparing himself for the inevitable ribbing.

“Hey, man,” Steve answered on the first ring, his voice a mix of relief and curiosity. “Everything okay over there?”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish grin spreading across his face despite the seriousness of the situation. “Yeah, we’re fine. Sorry about the scare. We... uh, didn’t hear the phones.”

Steve paused, the silence on the other end almost palpable. “Didn’t hear the phone? For hours? You missed the check in protocol too, you know you have twenty minutes to clear the house and report back before you’re marked safe.”

“Well, we were a bit... distracted,” Bucky admitted, scratching his cheek.

There was a chuckle from Steve. “Distracted, huh? I guess the storm really picked up then.”

“You could say that,” Bucky replied, his voice wry. “It was quite the... storm.”

Steve’s laughter came through the phone. “Wow, Buck. Just glad you two are safe. But you might want to adjust your comm settings if you’re planning on getting ‘distracted’ again. Could save us all a heart attack.”

“Noted,” Bucky said, a genuine smile on his face. “And, uh, thanks, pal.”

“Anytime,” Steve said. “Oh, hang on, Nat has something to say.”

“Uh, okay,” His brow furrowed.

“Bucky?” Natasha’s voice rang through the phone.

“Yeah?”

“Next time you’re trying to be subtle, consider not sleeping with the girl wearing a heart rate monitor.”

Bucky’s stomach flipped as he closed his eyes. “Shit.”

“Yeah.” He could hear the shit-eating grin in her voice. “So picture this, Barnes. You have an all-too exciting escape from what’s supposed to be a non-combat mission, have to land in the middle of a storm at a safe house, miss your check in point to clear the house, and we get notified from the agents monitoring the two of you on the mission that Charlotte’s heart rate monitor is going berserk. Then, you two neglect to answer any of your calls or comm requests for hours, and since we’re unable to fly a manned aircraft in this storm, we’re forced to dispatch the Iron Legion to obtain proof of life.”

Bucky closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, but fighting a grin. “That sounds like it’s going to be a hell of a mission brief when we get back.”

“You could say that.” She snorted. “We’ll cover you with Hill. She’s pissed, but we’ll tell her you were dealing with structural complications at the safe house or something. Storm won’t fully pass until tomorrow anyways, so she’ll find someone else to be mad at by then.”

“Structural complications aren’t too far fetched,” Bucky raised an eyebrow at the open doorway, water still blowing in.

“Hey, I’m just thrilled you two remembered to take your earpieces out. We don’t need to be paying for therapy for the poor agents monitoring your asses.”

“Silver lining.” Bucky groaned, hearing Nat pass the phone back to Steve.

“Hey, just be safe the rest of the day. We’ll cover for you here, but I’m not sure we can explain a second missed check in.”

“We won’t make things worse. Thanks, Stevie.”

“No problem. I’m just glad you’re getting along so well. The team had a pool going that one of you would try to kill the other before you got out of the safe house.”

“Hey, there’s still twenty four hours left!” He heard Nat’s voice call from across the room.

“Alright, I’m gonna figure out how to board up this wide open doorway, I guess.” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, surveying the damage again. “Sorry for the scare.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll see you tomorrow, Buck.”

As he ended the call, he couldn’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of their situation.

Charlotte descended the stairs then, holding a second set of sweats that she extended to him. “Everything okay?” she asked, noticing the residual smile on Bucky’s face.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” he assured her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Steve sends his best.”

She raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Does he now?”

“He does.” Bucky nodded. “And Nat so lovingly reminded me about this.” He reached down and grabbed her left wrist, holding it up so her bracelet glinted in the light. Charlotte’s eyes flicked from the bracelet to him, widening.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yeah.”

“So I take it they didn’t buy the storm story…?”

“Not so much.”

Charlotte giggled, covering her face with her hand as she gave Bucky the clothes. “So much for a seamless first mission.”

“Hey, it wasn’t so bad.” Bucky stepped into the sweatpants and tugged the sweatshirt over his head. “We just took a little…educational detour.”

She peeked through her fingers at him. “A training exercise.”

“We’ve been doing them for months.”

“This was no different.”

“Wasn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow at her. For a moment, Charlotte looked him over and really saw him. How handsome he was, how the stubble decorated his jawline, how his soft lips and blue eyes were the perfect contrast to his rough exterior.

“I need coffee.” She brushed past him and into the kitchen. “Want some?”

“Make it strong.”

Hours later, Charlotte knelt in front of the old TV set, her brow furrowed in concentration as she fiddled with the back wires. The storm outside howled, sending gusts that rattled the windows, occasionally messing with the static-filled screen. The spare wood Bucky had used to patch up the door kept the majority of the rain out, but not the chill from the wind.

"Come on, you ancient piece of shit," she muttered under her breath, giving the side of the TV a light thump. "In a place designed by Tony Stark himself, you'd think someone would've thought to install a decent entertainment system. Or at least Netflix."

“Isn’t it ironic that you’d call anything ancient?” Bucky walked in, a can of beans in one hand and a box of pasta in the other. He raised an eyebrow at her ongoing battle with the television. Charlotte extended her middle finger towards him without looking back.

"Having fun?" he asked, a half-smile playing on his lips.

Charlotte stood up, brushing her hands on her sweats. "Oh, loads. It's like time traveling back to the 90s. Except even then, I think they had better TV reception. Not that I would know."

Bucky chuckled, setting the food on the coffee table. "Well, if you're done tinkering, I found our gourmet dinner options." He gestured towards the modest assortment of canned and boxed goods he'd gathered. "What are you in the mood for? We've got spaghetti with a choice of three expired sauces or two-year-old beans that promise a 'home-cooked' taste."

"Hmm, tough choice," Charlotte teased, walking over to inspect the labels. "Do you trust the sauces? Because honestly, the beans might be safer, but the spaghetti sounds more like a meal."

"Hey, we’ve survived worse," Bucky decided with a grin. "If we get taken out by pasta, it was probably our time."

"Deal," she replied, smiling. "But if I get food poisoning, there will be hell to pay."

Bucky strode to the kitchen and started setting up a pot on the small stove. "I'll take full responsibility. I'll even nurse you back to health with our vast medical supplies of... well, I think there's some expired aspirin in the bathroom."

"That’s very reassuring, thanks," she laughed, finding a can opener in one of the drawers. "This feels like one of those cooking shows where they give you the weirdest ingredients and ask you to make something edible."

"They have shows like that?" Bucky raised an eyebrow skeptically.

“Yeah, they have shows for everything.” Charlotte poured the sauce into a pan, stirring it slowly. "Cooking shows, shows where people have to make things out of cake, shows where people get yelled at in kitchens, everything. You’ve really never seen them?”

“I don’t watch much TV.”

“I probably watch too much,” Charlotte admitted. “It’s how I learned…everything. English, even. I think that’s how I feel more like I’m a part of this world. Watching people live life and be normal…sometimes I can just get lost in it and feel like I’m normal too.”

Bucky was quiet for a moment before speaking softly. “I feel the opposite. Sometimes watching people live their lives makes me feel like I’m too far gone. It’s just a reminder of everything I missed out on.”

“Yeah, I get that.” Charlotte’s voice held a pang of sadness that made Bucky wish he’d kept his depressing bullshit to himself. “I guess I’d rather watch it and daydream about it than not know about it at all. At least some people are out there having normal lives and happy families, you know?”

Charlotte hesitated, then spoke softly. “Bucky, do you ever think about it? About having a... normal life?”

Bucky turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. “Sometimes,” he admitted. “A quiet life, a family, all that. It’s hard not to think about it.”

Charlotte nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she stirred absently. “Yeah, me too. But then I think about what that would actually mean—I just don’t know if it would be right. Even before all of this, before Hydra…I didn’t have a good life. It’s not like I had an idyllic childhood to reminisce about or have some desire to recreate.” She paused. “These past few months, with the team…this is the best it’s ever been for me. I don’t think I would ever want to leave this behind.”

“I had a lot of good before the war. A good life. But that’s long gone now.” Bucky looked at her. “The team, the compound…this is a good life too.”

Charlotte gave a small smile, trying not to scare away the genuine emotion in his words.

“Even if we did leave,” Bucky continued. “It’s about whether we’d ever really fit into that kind of life. After everything we’ve been through, everything we are... could we really live like that? Working a normal job, trying to be normal?”

“I don’t know,” Charlotte sighed, folding her arms. “Maybe we’re too fucked up for normal. Maybe we’re just better suited for the chaos and the fights. That’s what we’re built for, after all.”

Bucky moved closer, his eyes searching hers. “Does that scare you?” he asked quietly.

“A little,” she confessed. “It’s one thing to choose this life because it’s exciting and we’re good at it. It’s another to think maybe we don’t have much of a choice, because the other life, the normal one, was taken from us.”

He nodded. “I get that. I used to think about what would have happened if I’d never fallen off that train, if I’d just lived a normal life after the war. But after all these years, after all Hydra did, it’s hard to imagine being anything but what I am now.”

Charlotte looked up at him, her expression softening. “And maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s enough to find some semblance of happiness wherever we can, even if it’s not the picture-perfect version we’re supposed to want.”

“Maybe,” he agreed.

Charlotte leaned closer, bumping her shoulder against his, a small smile playing at her lips. “Hey, who you are is kind of growing on me.”

Bucky shot her a look. “Oh, yeah?”

“Maybe it’s the isolation making me crazy…but I’m finding you shockingly less insufferable these past twenty four hours.”

“I wonder what made the change.” Arrogance was written all across his face.

“There’s no real way to tell.” Charlotte chuckled as she took the sauce off the burner and poured it over the noodles he’d strained.

After dinner, the night seemed to stretch endlessly in front of them, time ticking slower than usual. They sat in the living room, a restless silence between them. Bucky was leaning back against the couch, with Charlotte lying on her back, her head beside his thighs and her feet on the opposite armrest. Bucky idly re-scrambled a Rubik’s cube, handing it over to Charlotte who solved it in seconds.

“Again?” she asked, eyebrows raised as she handed the solved puzzle back to him.

Bucky grunted, tossing it onto the coffee table. “It’s too easy for you.”

Charlotte chuckled as she plucked it back up, dropping her head back onto the cushions as she fiddled with it. “What did you expect?”

Bucky gave a hollow grin, his eyes betraying his frustration. The air between them crackled. Last night’s encounter loomed large in their minds, the solitude and the utter lack of distractions making it impossible to avoid.

“So,” Bucky began, his voice low as he watched her hands on the cube rather than meet her eyes, “are we going to talk about...last night?”

Charlotte shifted, pulling her legs up to sit cross-legged on the couch. “What about it?”

“Do you…” Bucky paused, choosing his words carefully, “...was it just a one-time thing? Because of the storm, because we were stuck here?”

Charlotte’s gaze didn’t waver from his eyes, her heart thumping louder against her ribs. “Do you want it to be just a one-time thing?”

“I don’t know what I want,” he admitted. “But I know I don’t want to pretend it didn’t mean anything.”

Charlotte’s breath hitched slightly. “It meant something to me too, Bucky.” She hesitated, then added softly, “And I wouldn’t mind...if it happened again.”

The admission hung between them, charged and heavy. Bucky’s gaze intensified, his body leaning slightly towards her.

“Charlotte,” he began, his voice a husky whisper, “I—”

But she didn’t let him finish. Closing the distance, she leaned forward, her hand reaching up to cradle his cheek, pulling him towards her. Their lips met in a kiss that was both a confirmation and a promise, charged with the pent-up tension of the day.

Bucky responded instantly, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her onto his lap. The Rubik’s cube fell to the floor, forgotten as the kiss deepened, filled with the urgency and passion of their bottled-up emotions. The storm outside once again faded to the background, their mingling heartbeats putting the thunder to shame.

They broke apart, brief and breathless, Charlotte whispered against his lips, “I think I’m ready for another lesson.”

Bucky grinned, his forehead resting against hers. “What do you want to learn?”

“I think I need to go over the basics again,” She gently bit his lower lip, making him tilt his head back. “Just to make sure last night’s…training really sunk in.”

Bucky’s chuckle was low. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this excited to train with me,” His hands roamed to her back, slipping under her sweatshirt and pulling her even closer.

“It must be your new teaching style,” Charlotte quipped, her breath quickening as she felt his heartbeat through his shirt.

Slowly, deliberately, Bucky leaned her back, lowering down until they were lying on the couch, her body perfectly aligned underneath his. “Let’s start with the fundamentals then,” he murmured, his lips tracing a path along her jawline towards her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Charlotte’s fingers tangled in his hair. Every touch, every kiss made the world fade further from her mind. All she could feel was him. All she knew was him.

Bucky, Bucky Bucky.

As the storm continued to rage outside, the safe house became their secluded world, filled with the sounds of their synchronized breathing and the soft rustle of fabric as clothing was stripped and discarded on the floor. The urgency of their first encounter gave way to a more profound exploration this time. Slower hands, more deliberate movements, absolutely no desire for this to ever end.

“Bucky,” Charlotte breathed out as his hands found the hem of her pants, fingers dancing across her skin with a tenderness that belied his rough exterior.

“Yes?” His voice was a husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

“Don’t stop teaching,” Charlotte managed to say, her voice laced with laughter and desire.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he replied, his eyes locked with hers, a smirk on his lips.

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