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jocelynscrazyideas · 7 months ago

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Just friends? | Matt Rempe x Reader

Pt. 2

Warnings: language, that’s it? NOT PROOF READ

Summary: we head to the Ny Rangers game, matt had gotten three penalties and the rangers lost. We head to our little friend days, i accidentally split the way i feel about Matt, he tells me his feelings.

A:N- FIRST REMPE BLURB‼️🚨I’m scared, this is so gonna flop bc he’s like the most hated rookie…

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I’ve known Matt since we were in seventh grade. It’s been nine years of friendship. I’m excited to watch him play as a rookie in THE nhl.

“Are you ready?” Matt asks me, as if I’m the one who’s nervous. This whole time he’s been pacing back and forth, we play the Hurricanes tonight in the playoffs. I’m excited!

“No. I think I’ll just stay here in the hotel and watch you play from here.” I joke with him, he obviously isn’t in the mood to mess around.

I tie his tie and flatten his suit out, I mess with his hair a bit. “Matty?” Ally walks in.

“Hey y/n! Cars running, we’ll have to leave early, we need to grab gas. Unless you are going in early with matt?” Ally, one of Matt’s older sister.

“Oh hey? I didn’t know you were here.” Steph says as she walks in, checking in on my work. “Nice tie. Who tied it?” Steph asks Matt.

“Cool, cool.” Steph says as she looks at Matt’s eyes that trail into mine.

I’ve never seen Matt the way I’ve seen other boys, maybe it’s because I’ve grown up with him, I’ve seen him go through puberty, get girlfriends, and I’ve seen his room. Ally and Steph on the other hand… well they think Matt and I are literally meant to be.

“Cute.” Ally says as she grabs Steph and walk out.

“So we’ll see you y/n, at the seats?” Ally says as she walks down the hallway of Matt’s home. Matt pulls me to his mirror that is hung in his closet door.

“You look comfy.” He said and he rubs my shoulder, he looks down at me. For preference, I am 5”3, and he’s 6”7’. He’s significantly taller than me.

“You’ll do great.” I say and I grab my bag, my phone and apply lipgloss. He stares at me while I tie up my shoes. I’m wearing a blue tank top, and on top I have a leather jacket, I have a Rangers jersey imprinted on the back of the coat. I walk around with white air forces on my feet.

We walk to the car and we pull out of the driveway. We watch Matt’s older sister’s car get smaller as we turn a corner to head towards the rink.

“Radio on?” Matt asks me, I’m sure he’ll want to play our song.

“Sure.”

He throws his phone at me and gives me aux. “no. Play something fun.”

I play Martin & Gina by Polo G.

“No, play our song.”

So I do, I type into his Spotify search Shower by Becky G. “I love this song!” Matt says as he looks over to me. He keeps his eyes on mine.

“Matt!” I yell as he steps on his breaks. He almost ran a kid over. He let the kid cross the street and Matt wanted some coffee so we head to a Caribou.

“You wnat anything?” Matt asks me, and again he stares me down, I see him looking at me like I’m the great Mona Lisa. Or as if I’m the Eiffel Tower.

“No I’m good I’ll just pick up a Dr Pepper at the food court.” I reply. I look into Matt’s eyes, he has a light bruise that stained his under eye from previous fights. I’m sure he’s fired up for playoffs, I’m excited!

We get to the rink and he walks in the player enterance and I head for the other side of the building, making it to the front of the building. I enter in just as normal and get my pass out to enter in as family. I understand that I should’ve gone in with Matt, but it felt better to get in early instead of late like the other family do.

I head for our seats and make it to my spot that I always sit in. I can see all the fans walking to the glass, signs are up and pressed against the window. Rempe jerseys everywhere, and family’s sitting at seats waiting for the game to start.

Hype songs start, warmups are coming. I watch Matt walk on the ice. For some reason I felt this wierd park in my stomach. I got wayyy to excited to see him. I actually smiled so big that my cheeks hurt from staring at him.

After game

The rangers lost. Matt hasn’t walked out of the locker room, and I patiently wait. He was the last one out, the coaches even left before him. The janitors started to come in and clean up. I have to wait for Matt, he’s the one driving me home.

“Matt?” I said when he finally walked out. “What.” Matt says in the grumpiest tone. He didn’t walk out for post game interviews, so I assume that he would do it later.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, I thought I was being kind for asking. He left me on heard. He just took my hand and walked me to his car. He opened my door for me, and threw his hockey gear into the back of his car.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Matt finally answered.

Okay.

“Okay, let’s just go home alright?” I say canceling our plans that we were waiting for, for the last week.

“What!? No!” Matt whines before he backs out of his parking spot. “I wnat to go.” He said as he looks at me.

“Let’s spend time together. Come on. Please? I just had the worst game of my life and you’re just gonna make me feel worse?” He guilt trips me.

“Maybe.” I sarcastically answered as I throw his hands off my thigh. See, moments like this I believe his sister that maybe we could be something. NO! Matt is just a friend, he’s practically been in my life forever. Freinds for 9years and going on, and known eachother since we were 8 years old.

“I’m gonna shower, and you need to change.” Matt says when he pulls into his driveway. His sisters pull in behind us. “Matty!” Steph tells out for him.

“What.” He replied, he sounds the way he did before we left the rink.

“Um. Okay well me and Ally are going to the mall, and we’re going back to school. See you soon okay?” Steph says and she steps back into her car. That’s the last time I’ll see them, well ofcire we still have summer but they’re all the way at college and I’m just here in New York.

“Okay should I wear red, or green?” I ask Matt, I men’s his opinion matters, like a lot.

“Im wearing Blue, so you should wear that blue and white outfit you got a while ago.”

“That wasn’t an option.” I reply. I just do as he says and slide in my corset top dress and a value decal lace, the white silk sits on my curves.

“You’re so beautiful.” Matt says as he watches me walk out of the bathroom. My hair is curled, my makeup done and my legs are shaved, I also have the perfect amount of heel that raises my height.

Matt looks me up and down and grabs my hand. We drive down to a cove. We eat some pasta and we grab some dessert at this small shop downtown. “Don’t get anything in that dress!” Matt warns me, I’m eating like a pig.

He’s so sweet. I could talk to him for hours.

After our foodie phase we head to the coast. We drive about an hour just to get to a beach. It was so nice, we sat and stared at the stars, but it felt wrong. I know that we would be good as a couple but, what his sister say all the time teasing him makes me think he likes me. No.

He can’t.

We’re friends.

“How’s life been? Got a hot boyfriend I don’t know about? You just moved up here in New York so how you like?” Matt asks me, he turn his head and leans back onto his forearms. He’s watching me stare into the void. I’m scared to tell him.

No, we’re just friends.

“Nope. Men are stupid. Not you of course, your perfect- your like the only guy I would date!-or well yeah it’s nice up in New York, city is beautiful and the weather is my type.” I answer, I stuttered about all of my try feelings. Shit.

“Well l feeel the same way.” Matt says, I’m sure he heard my little cry of what the hell did I say.

“What.”

“I like you as well y/n. You didn’t notice?”

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featherandferns · 5 months ago

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daylight - five

jj maybank x fem!reader | part 5 of the daylight series | read part 4 here

content warnings: sexual content (f receiving); alcohol

word count: 3k.

blurb: after avoiding JJ for a week, the two of you end up trapped together in the Chateau during a storm.

Whilst Mimsy’s advice was golden, you promptly ignored it. Avoided JJ like the plague. Bailed on nearly every Pogue meeting: met with the group one-on-one instead. He’d texted you a few times, checking if you were okay, asking if you were sick, offering to come around, apologising for the other night. You rarely replied, and if you did they were simple answers that left no room for further questions. I’m fine. Not sick, don’t worry. Just been busy. It's all good, I forgot all about it!

But you hadn’t.

That one fleeting touch of JJ’s hand on your chest had replayed in your mind like you were some budding virgin who had never been touched by another human before in your life. It was truly pathetic. The porn that got your body burning was the thing that a nun would gloss over without pause. You loathe yourself.

It’s stupid, really. You’d decided that maybe Mimsy was right. Maybe it was time to stop punishing yourself for Tyler, for the damage he inflicted. Maybe it was time to remember that all people are different people, and the acts of one careless man doesn’t equal the acts of another. But then you thought about it, really thought about it, and the thought of being so open like that with another person terrified you. Made you sick. Love was bad but heartbreak was worse, and you had a habit of falling hard and fast. If JJ wanted casual, you couldn’t do that. You felt too much for him already. Sleeping with him would only make it worse. But if JJ wanted serious, you couldn’t do that either. And so, you were at a stalemate.

“Can’t I just give you it tomorrow?” you ask Kiara over the phone.

“No! Cause you’ll quote-unquote ‘forget’ and go another week with it!”

“It’s a good camera!”

“Yes, that’s why I want it back,” Kiara laughs.

Sighing, you smile. “Fine. I’ll drop it at the Chateau, though. That hurricane’s getting close and I don’t wanna get caught out near Figure Eight.”

“Alright, that works for me,” Kie agrees. “You talk to JJ yet?”

“Sure,” you lie.

She sighs. “What is going on with you two? I know he can be a dumbass; did he yell at you or something?”

After knowing JJ for close to two months, you had seen his temper. It was short and explosive, and at times, scary. But he came down regretful for the things he did and said, and you’d learnt just like the others to understand it.

“No, he didn’t yell. It’s nothing. We’re fine, really,” you tell her.

Kie hums and you know she isn’t convinced. Grabbing your shoes, you say, “look, I’ll head to the Chateau now before the storm hits and leave your camera for you.”

“Icon. Thank you!”

“Talk soon,” you say before hanging up.

With Kie’s camera in your trademark backpack, you head downstairs. Leaving a note on the kitchen for your parents and pulling a thin raincoat over your sweats and crop-tee, you penny board to the Chateau. The journey is familiar now, the same way heading to and from the local store in Vancouver was less than a year ago. As you walk up, you find the Twinkie missing.

“John B? You home?” you call as you pass through the door. Nobody answers.

You head to the table and place Kiara’s camera down, then send a photo to her as proof. Before you make the journey back home, errand now complete, you use the bathroom and raid the cupboard for a snack. As you pull back the wrapper on a month-out-of-date clif bar, the sky grumbles menacingly. You stare up at the ceiling when it does as if it might be to blame. Suddenly, everything is dark. Grey clouds loom overhead and cast the world in gloom. More thunder follows, and the distant flash that you catch through the window hints of lightning. You hadn’t managed to skip the storm.

“Shit.”

Through the tantrum of nature, the high-pitched humming of a motor passes through. You venture to the front door of the Chateau, wondering whether John B has come back. When JJ rounds the corner, your stomach drops like a black bear has wandered into sight. The rain has started now, pelting hard and heavy pellets, and JJ cusses as he rushes up the steps. He nearly jumps out of his skin when he finally looks up, now in the Chateau.

“Jesus Christ!”

“Sorry.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he repeats, perhaps a little dramatic.

You roll your eyes and tug your raincoat off over your head. It’s not like you’re going anywhere anytime soon: mother nature had decided so. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Where the fuck have you been?” JJ asks, frowning at you.

You shrug. “At home.”

“Oh. Yeah, duh, how dumb of me,” JJ sarcastically mumbles. You head into the kitchen for a soda and JJ is hot on your trail. “I’ve been hitting you up for like a week and you’ve been ignoring me.”

“I replied to you.”

“Yeah with like two word responses. I’ve heard dogs talk more,” JJ fires back.

Once your hand is safely removed from the fridge, JJ slams it shut. It catches your attention; forces you to look up at his face. “It’s about what happened in the van, isn’t it?”

“JJ, grow up,” you say.

“That’s not a no.”

“Because it’s a stupid question,” you reply. “I’m not twelve years old, JJ.”

“Don’t need to tell me that,” he mumbles. You pass him by, heading for the sofa whilst JJ stands in the kitchen and stares at you. “So that’s that?”

“I guess,” you say with a shrug, sipping your soda.

He stares some more and then scoffs. You know he’s annoyed. His jaw clenches and he glances off to the hallway of the cabin. You take his distraction to remind yourself of his body. Of how fucking gorgeous he is.

“What? What’s wrong?” you can’t help but ask.

JJ shakes his head. He purses his lips, calms himself, and looks to you. “You hurt my feelings.”

On the surface, it sounds like an immature statement. The sort of thing a child would say to another on the playing field, after shunning them out of an imaginary game. But not now, not here. You knew more than most how much hurt feelings can wound.

“I’m sorry,” you apologise, and you hope it sounds as genuine as it is.

JJ contemplates before nodding. He heads over to you and sits beside you on the sofa. Kicks his feet up on a dining chair as he reclines into the sofa.

“Do you forgive me?”

“I will if you give me a sip of your drink,” he mumbles. You hand him the can and watch him begin to drink. Your face contorts with horror as JJ backwashes into the can, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“JJ! Ew!”

He splutters a laugh as you snatch your drink back. It’s spoiled now. You glare at him and ditch it on the floor. Smack his shoulder jovially.

“Dumbass.”

The storm reigns on and for a while the two of you sit side by side listening to its petrifying symphony. Lightning flashes through the windows and illuminates the cabin for a fraction of a second, time and time again. It feels nice being in JJ’s company again. He calms you somehow, even in silence. Maybe it’s his smell, but if you admit that, you may sound a little insane or creepy. But the calm is only momentary. Soon you’re losing yourself to your thoughts, given too much freedom with the quiet. Thoughts of him. Thoughts which turn to glances, which turn to longing and yearning and…

“Wanna play a board game?” you blurt out.

JJ quirks a brow at you, hitting his vape. “Sure. What game?”

You get up and head to the rickety wooden shelves, inspecting the games John B has. Most look thrifted. Jenga, Twister, Monopoly…

“Trivial Pursuit?”

JJ sniggers. “I don’t think either of us are smart enough for Trivial Pursuit.”

A hand slowly rises to your chest in mock offence. “Ouch.”

You slide the game out as JJ gets up and transforms the sofa into a pullout. The power is holding up good enough so far, in the summer storm turned hurricane. Taking a blanket, you cosy up on the couch and set up the game. JJ takes the time to retrieve a beer. You each take a game piece and fall into the game. It only takes about five rounds for JJ to be proven right: trivia was neither of your strong suits.

You grab a card from the pile, reading out the trivia question. “What distance is the earth to the sun?”

JJ’s face contorts in bewilderment. “What kind of dumbass question is that?”

“A trivia one,” you say, watching him with a smile.

“I don’t fucking know. A hundred?”

“A hundred what?”

“Miles?”

You blink at him. “A hundred miles? From our planet to a huge ball of gas?”

“Who’s actually measured it, that’s what I want to know,” JJ says.

“Scientists.”

“But like how?”

“I don’t know,” you laugh, leaning back on the sofa. “With science, I guess. Answer the question.”

“‘With science’. ‘With science’?”

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t know I was in the presence of a genius,” JJ announces.

You roll your eyes and prod him with your toe through your blanket, careful not to knock over the pile of trivia cards. “Answer!”

“This game is dumb. Why couldn’t we just play strip poker?”

“Jesus Christ – answer the question!”

“I did! One-hundred miles!”

“That’s such a dumb guess!” you laugh, placing the card at the bottom of the pile.

“Was it right?”

“No!”

By now you’re in hysterics, shaking your head. JJ’s watching you, sniggering away. He takes another swig of his beer and offers the bottle to you. You have a sip. JJ’s still watching you. Swallowing, you quirk a brow.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“No, what is it? Is there something on my face?”

“No, no,” JJ says, stopping your wiping of your cheeks. “You’re just really fucking pretty.”

Your body chills like a winter breeze hit. Smiling bashfully, you glance down. “Oh. Thank you.”

“Course,” JJ replies. He takes the bottle back gently and has another sip. Clearing his throat, he grabs another trivia card. “Alright, uh, what we got here? Who wrote the novel ‘Pride and Prejudice’?”

“Jane Austen,” you reply.

“Yep,” he says, returning the card to the pile.

And just like that, the moment has passed, and you’re only slightly surprised to realise how much you wished it hadn’t.

You wordlessly take another ‘cheese piece’ for your counter. JJ takes the dice and rolls and as you wait for them to land, everything suddenly goes pitch black. You let out a screech as it does.

“Oh shit,” you hear JJ say.

“What happened?” you ask, though the answer is obvious.

“Power went out,” JJ says. “Shit.”

You feel the pull out move and you flail a hand out, grabbing his t-shirt with your fist. “Don’t go.”

“I’m just gonna try and find some candles or a flashlight or something.”

“Wait, can you just…Can you stay until my eyes adjust, at least?”

“Yeah. Yeah, course.”

JJ settles back into his spot. There’s the clink of his beer bottle carefully finding place on the floor. His hand gently pats around before landing on your leg.

“You’re shaking.”

“I don’t like the dark,” you tell him. You’re waiting for him to laugh but he doesn’t. Instead, he coaxes you closer to him.

“Come here.”

You comply. Shuffle until you can feel JJ’s body pressed against yours. You slowly, nervously lower your head onto his upper chest. The sensation of his chest rising and falling evenly calms your panic. You’d never grown out of your fear of the dark. It was stupid, something Tyler used to tease you for, but you couldn’t help it. Even still, you slept with some form of nightlight. JJ’s fingers begin to stroke the back of your hand. And just as his accidentally grope of your tit had, his barely-there touch turns you on.

But this time you don’t flinch away. Don’t panic and startle and spiral.

Maybe it’s the black out serving as some sort of safety net, or the storm making you feel disconnected from the world, or maybe just the effect of JJ in general, but you find yourself moving to face him. At least, what you assume is him. Eyes slowly adjusting, you can make out the vague silhouette of his face. Lord knows you’ve stared at him enough times to make good guess work of where his lips are. You lean forward so slow, you can convince yourself you’re not at all.

Your lips press against his lower lip tentatively. Testing the waters.

This close, you can hear when JJ’s breath catches in his throat.

You wait for JJ's next move.

JJ’s hand lands on the back of your head, returning your lips to his frantically. It’s messy and sloppy as the two of you kiss. Teeth and lips and hands, which caress down your body, grabbing greedily at your skin, landing on your ass to lift you into his lap. He’s getting harder and harder with each kiss, each brush of your tongues. You gasp a moan against his lips. Leaning back for air, swishing your hair from off your face and shoulders, you finally get to see how it feels to have your hands around his neck. Plant your fingers there, one by one,. JJ’s panting, his hands restlessly tracing your body. Reconnecting your lips with his, he mumbles against them. One word.

“Yes.”

His grip is tenderly mean in your hair as he pries you away to only plant kisses down your neck. Maybe he has a fascination with yours just as you do with his…JJ’s cold hands thrill your body as they slip under your shirt. Blunt finger nails rake soothingly against your back, juxtaposing the assault on your throat that has you whining and gasping. Fuck, you forgot how good this is. How good it feels to have another person pressed up against you. Touching you. You instinctively rock against his crotch. JJ groans, head dropping onto your shoulder. His fingernails press harder and it makes you grin. Leaning down to his earlobe, you kitten lick the skin just below. You feel him shudder under you. You tease your teeth against the lobe before gently catching it between your teeth. JJ lets out a moan.

“You like that?” you whisper into his ear.

“Yes,” he mumbles. You let out a gasp when he tugs at your hair once more, pulling you to face him. Now you can make out his eyes. They’re hooded. Crinkled like they do when he smiles. “You like being in control or something?”

“Or something…” you reply, finding your own smile.

“Just like I said,” JJ says, eyes flitting down to your lips. “Exactly my type.”

His hands slide down from your ass to the back of your quads, and he practically tosses you onto your back. You land just shy of the game board. Can hear the cards and game pieces scatter. JJ unconcernedly brushes it away, making the two of you laugh, breathless. Then his lips are back on yours, figure looming over you, and you let your hands venture up along his body. His gaping t-shirt grants you expanse of his skin. It’s soft under your touch, ripples from it, rises and falls with his breathes. JJ pushes your shirt up and kisses down your sternum, down your chest, towards your crotch. And now, without him desperately close, despite his attention to your body, you feel lost. In the pitch black, you can confuse JJ with someone else.

Tyler.

No, no, it’s not. It’s JJ. You can smell his cologne. Feel the cool metal of his rings against your burning skin. Yes, JJ.

“JayJ?” you mumble, fingers tethering into his hair.

“Mmm,” he hums against your skin. Yes, it’s JJ. His fingers hook into the band of your sweats and he lowers them down your legs. Presses wet, open mouthed kisses to the newly revealed skin that you’d caught him staring at too many times to count.

And you should be enjoying it. Should be turned on beyond belief, desperate for his touch or his mouth or something on your aching cunt. But instead you’re just trying to stay present. Drilling it into your head that it is him, that it is JJ, that this is different. It makes no sense. Tyler never abused you. Never too advantage of you. Or did he? Did he–

No, not Tyler. JJ. The same JJ who’s mumbling things against your thigh, dragging your panties down your legs.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy…”

But when he teases a finger to your folds, you’re dry. JJ pauses.

“You okay?”

“Mhm,” you hum. Now your brain is busy with panic. He’s been turning you on like crazy so why the fuck is your body not doing what it’s supposed to do? Embarrassment stings your eyes. This has never happened before. Never. JJ continues to ease his finger up and down but to no avail. He shifts up your body, kissing delicately at your neck.

“Are you…not into this or?” JJ tentatively asks.

“No, I am, I just–” You cut yourself off with an exasperated sigh. Gently pushing JJ off you, you shift to sit up, hiding your burning face in your hands despite the black out. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why.”

“It’s alright. Hey, no, it’s alright, don’t worry,” JJ reassures.

As you tug your shirt down, JJ climbs off the pull-out. You hear his footsteps depart. You busy yourself with pulling your sweatpants back up. A flashlight guides JJ’s return. You squint when he shines it directly in your face.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, flicking it back down to the floor. He steps over the mess of the board game and joins you on the sofa. Passes you his half drunk bottle of beer and the alcohol helps wash away the initial sting of embarrassment. In the shadow of his flashlight, you still see his boner through his sweatpants and you instantly feel guilty for accidentally blue-balling him.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat.

“Don’t apologise,” JJ chuckles. He takes the beer back when you offer it to him. Has a swig.

“S’just embarrassing,” you mumble.

“Nah. Guess it’s just like ED for a guy,” JJ thinks aloud.

“Oh, and ED isn’t embarrassing?” you half-heartedly joke.

JJ chuckles. “Alright, fair point. But you don’t gotta be embarrassed with me. It’s cool.”

You nod. The two of you sit there in the pitch-black as the storm billows on outside. You look out the window. The wind throws twigs and sticks and leaves around; you can see it through the porch netting.

“Did I ever tell you about when I lost my virginity?” JJ asks.

You snort and look to him. “Yeah, funny enough, that never came up in any of our conversations.”

JJ smiles, amused. “Fair point.”

He relaxes against the back of the sofa and you decide to join him, settling your head against his chest. One of his hands loops around your body, fingers stroking your thigh over your sweatpants soothingly.

“I was fourteen.”

“Fourteen?”

“I was an early bloomer, I guess,” JJ replies, making you chuckle quietly. “There was this smokin’ Toron visiting the island. I mean, not as hot as you, but a close second - I’m not gonna lie. Way better than what my thirteen-year-old wet dreams cooked up.”

“Gross,” you cringe, scrunching up your nose.

“So, I started talking to her and she asked if I had...and I hadn’t, and neither had she and…Yeah. And then, when it came down to it, and we were macking and stuff, I couldn’t get it up.”

You shift to look up to him, lips apart. “Wait, really?”

“I’m dead serious,” JJ chuckles. “I was flippin’ out cause I’d never had a problem with it before.”

“What happened? Did you guys end up calling it off or…”

“Well,” JJ says, scratching the back of his neck, “the problem seemed to go away after she showed me her tits but–”

“Ah. That makes sense,” you snigger.

“But the point is, it happens to all of us,” JJ tells you. “So, you don’t gotta be embarrassed.”

“Well, thanks,” you hum. Snuggling your head against his shirt, your eyes slip shut. The madness of the storm was strangely soothing. “I’m sorry for disappearing, JayJ.”

“It’s alright,” JJ says quietly. “I do it too, sometimes. When I need to think or it gets too much.”

The two of you understand one another. Guarded behind self-built walls of which only the other seemed to have the sledgehammer for. It's something you want to talk about more but with your eyes closed, in the comfort of JJ’s hold, you find yourself drifting away into sleep.

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post-leffert · 2 years ago

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CHICAGO ABOLITIONISTS SHUT DOWN BANK OF AMERICA BY GLUING ATMS IN RETALIATION FOR THE MURDER OF TORTUGUITA

20th January, Chicago USA.

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“CHICAGO, IL — Friday night, January 20th, Chicago abolitionists in solidarity with the movement to Stop Cop City and Defend the Atlanta Forest glued shut the card reader and keyhole at a Bank of America ATM and “Virtual Banking” facility in Chicago’s affluent Lincoln Park neighborhood (2428 N Lincoln Ave). They also left messages, including STOP COP CITY, DEFEND THE ATLANTA FOREST, and ACAB on the ATM windows and door. The incident was in response to the murder of a forest defender by police in Atlanta on January 18th, 2023.

Bank of America is a top funder of police foundations across the US, in particular the Atlanta Police Foundation, which is funding the destruction of Weelaunee Forest in “Atlanta” to build “Cop City.” The intended facility would be a militarized police training compound, including a mock city for cops to practice urban warfare on Atlanta’s residents, particularly the Black and Brown and poor communities adjacent to the forest. In 2020, BOA gave at least $50,000 to the foundation; tax data from 2021-22 is not yet available.

Bank of America also bankrolls the Chicago Police Foundation, with BoA Senior Vice President Patricia Provenzano sitting on its board.

On January 18th, police in Atlanta murdered a forest defender, Manuel “Tortuguita” Teran, as they attempted to force people out of the forest to allow the destruction to proceed. This violence is further proof that police only serve and protect the interests of the wealthy and powerful – bankers and capitalists who will happily have people murdered and ecosystems destroyed to continue hoarding wealth.

From @defendtheatlantaforest @stopcopcity on Instagram, friends said: “Tortuguita was a kind, passionate, loving person cherished by their community. They spent their time between Atlanta, defending the forests from destruction and coordinating mutual aid, and Florida where they helped build housing in low income communities hit hardest by the hurricane. They were a medic, a loving partner, a dear friend, a brave soul, and so much more.”

Chicago activists echo the calls of Atlanta forest defenders to immediately stop the attacks on the forest and abandon plans to build Cop City.”

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Excerpt from this story from CNN:

William Fulford moved from Virginia Beach, Virginia, to a new waterfront development in Florida in 2023. Nestled between Sarasota Bay and the southwestern part of Tampa Bay, the new home by Bradenton Beach was everything Fulford, a retired custom homebuilder, ever wished for.

The developers of the new Hunters Point community, Pearl Homes, billed the property as the first “net-zero” single-family home development in the US, meaning residents produce more energy from solar panels than they need, with the excess energy either being stored or sold back to the grid – in a state where most electricity is generated by burning natural gas, a planet-warming fossil fuel.

They also boast some of the most sustainable, energy-efficient and hurricane-proof homes in the country: The streets surrounding the homes are intentionally designed to flood so houses don’t. Power and internet lines are buried to avoid wind damage. The sturdy concrete walls, hurricane-proof windows and doors are fortified with a layer of foam insulation, providing extra safety against the most violent storms.

Climate resiliency and storm protection were built into the fabric of the homes. And while the newly developed homes have endured a few storms since people moved in around February 2023, Hurricanes Helene and Milton put those features to the true test over the last two weeks.

Most of the residents living in Hunters Point heeded the mandatory evacuations ahead of Hurricane Milton’s landfall but Fulford, 76, stayed behind with wife, Sueann, just as they did during Hurricane Helene last month.

They stocked up on water and groceries. Fulford moved the car to higher ground. He tied up all patio and back deck furniture together. They brought everything from the garage, which made up the entire ground floor, up to the living spaces on the second floor. And, in the event of a worst-case scenario, Sueann insisted on getting life preservers.

“I’m just quite convinced that the strength and everything in this house. They built a great house, a strong house,” Fulford said. “And I just feel comfortable. I feel like we’re high enough up, even if we get a storm surge.”

When Gobuty started the design process for Hunters Point, it was imperative the homes be able to withstand Category 5 hurricanes. It’s the first residential development to get a Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design (LEED) net-zero certification in the world, according to the US Green Building Council.

Each of the three-story homes are designed like this: The ground floor is a garage designed with flood vents to drain rising water. The living spaces start on the second floor, which is intentionally built 16 feet above sea level. From the roof to its foundation, steel straps secure the entire structure. Solar panels are attached to the roofs’ raised vertical seams to prevent them from flying off.

The property also sits in a major flood zone, which meant the homes needed to be elevated to meet Florida’s building codes. Still, the developers went beyond the required 3 feet of fill dirt and used 7 feet instead to be safe.

#Hurricane Helene #Florida #Bradenton Beach

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wakandas-vibranium · 2 years ago

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Planet Earth 2023 || Part Two

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, guns, fighting, fluff, cursing, slow burn

Word count: 2.1k

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You raced back inside just in time to close and lock the sliding glass door. The space pirate sprinted into the door but was knocked down by its own brutal force. Your home has hurricane-proof doors and windows, so naturally they would have been resistant to space pirates as well.

As you got a better look at the space scoundrel, your mouth dropped open in a flabbergasted "O." The alien did, in fact, have the appearance of an alien. It didn't look or sound somewhat human like Mando did. It was an ash brown color, and rather than a chin, it had long tassels growing out of its face.

As Mando inspected your back door from his position next to you, he emitted a small sound of appreciation. He continued, "I'm starting to really like this place," as he pulled you away from the doorway just as the pirate started to scramble to his feet.

It slipped your mind that you left two of your front windows open this morning to let in some of the cool breeze. “Mando, check the windows in the front of the house and make sure they’re closed!” You called out, pointing him in the right direction. You sprinted the other way into your office, punched in the combination to your safe, and pulled out your handgun.

From the sounds of scuffling, it seemed like Mando didn't close one of the windows in time. The space pirate had made it inside your home.

Pew. Pew. Pew.

When you turned back, red and green flashes of light were bursting through the opening to your living room. Were those supposed to be gunshots? Space gunshots. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip, stifling a laugh. There was no reason to find the current situation amusing, but today's events were becoming increasingly far-fetched.

You shook your head in fascination as you removed the magazine from the gun, gliding the slide back to check the chamber for rounds in the firing cartridge. You didn't want to look foolish in front of Mando by shooting blanks. You've experienced your fair share of stupidity for the day. The weight of the semi-automatic pistol felt familiar in your hands. It wasn't the first time you'd held it, but it had been quite some time since you'd last used it.

Punches were thrown, and vases fell and shattered against your ceramic tile floors. Not even three hours ago, the atmosphere in your home was completely peaceful and tranquil. It was now bursting with the sounds of grunts, broken glass, and curse words shouted in a language that you didn't understand.

You were captivated by the Mandalorian's agility and speed. He must have taken part in an extensive number of battles while clad in armor. Despite the pirate's substantial size advantage, Mando was able to hold his own against him. And well, you should add. Mando had such grace and confidence in his movements. It seemed like the man was practically dancing.

You needed to concentrate on the task at hand. The baby's safety came first, and then you had to help Mando in his fight against the space pirate. You left your study cautiously but as swiftly as you were capable of in search of the little green one.

The child was hiding behind the ottoman when you spotted him, and he whined as he looked up at you. "It's okay, little one," you reassured him as you crouched down further. "Stay right there."

As you made your way over to the dispute, he simply cooed at your retreating back. Mando's gun was scattered across the living room floor, but he appeared to be winning the hand-to-hand fight. His blows were landing. The pirate appeared disoriented, advancing far more slowly in his pursuit of Mando. Mando threw a powerful punch, but the pirate caught it, used Mando's weight against him, and hurled him against the wall where your Prince poster was hanging.

With an involuntary gasp and a roll of your eyes, you screamed, "Goddamnit!" flailing your arms wildly, "Not my Purple Rain poster!" While music was substantially important to you, nothing could compare to having an original poster signed by The Man himself. The frame shattered under Mando's weight and was now in pieces on the floor.

While you and the pirate were standing there with your weapons drawn, Mando crawled across the floor to get to you. You took aim and fired twice; the first bullet went wide right but the second struck the pirate square in the right shoulder. He grunted in pain but didn't falter as green goop slowly trickled down his front.

Holy shit, you thought. They bleed green, too? Just when you thought you had a grasp on everything space-related, new information was thrown at you.

“Get down!” Mando shouted as he tackled you to the floor behind the couch. As he landed on top of you, you sputtered. He was quick enough to cup your head in his hands before you dropped but you hissed in pain as you absorbed the brunt of his weight. His timing was impeccable. You'd have been shot directly between the eyes had it been a split second later.

"Are you okay?" He inquired, peering down at you. You're not sure why, but you brushed your fingertips across the metal helmet and nodded, "Yes." Through the helmet, you could hear his sharp pants. They were filtered to be quieter than they actually were, but you could still hear them.

A distressed shriek from the baby pulled your gazes apart. You looked back to where you had last seen him, and he wasn't there. Mando peeped over the sofa and stopped in his tracks. Oh, no, you thought. The pirate must have grabbed the baby.

“Shabuir!” Mando hissed as he rushed to his feet, raised his palms in surrender, and took a hesitant step towards the pirate. "Don't hurt the child."

When the pirate saw him move, he yelled, "Don't take another step!"

You inched your way to the far end of the sofa and took a peek at the scene before you. When you saw the pirate holding the baby and pointing his space weapon at Mando, your mouth set into a hard, frigid line.

The alien pirate was so big that you decided to forego your handgun in favor of a shotgun you kept tucked away in your hallway closet. You took advantage of the small window while his attention was focused on Mando to slip away to collect your shotgun. You pulled open the door of the closet, reached inside the hidden left-side compartment, and retrieved your shotgun.

The pirate was harping on about how this was all Mando's fault and how he should have surrendered his ship immediately. From his never-ending speech, it seemed like all he cared about was stealing the ship and showing off to his fellow lousy pirates that he had taken one from a Mandalorian.

"You've lost, Mando," the pirate exclaimed angrily. "How about we make a deal?" — The Razor Crest for this ugly green kid you seem to care so much about," the pirate snarled as he brought the weapon closer to the baby's temple.

This shotgun was far heavier than your handgun, but you still made sure to clutch it correctly behind the grip of the gun with your dominant hand. You had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress an irritated groan. The space pirate was, once again, a major letdown. His rhetoric resembled that of a villain from Scooby Doo. What? He must have been crazy to think Mando would hand over his stunning ship to some scallywag pirate. The pirate was so full of himself. Even though you wanted to kill him right there, where he stood, you had to make sure the baby was safe first.

"Put the baby down or I'll blast you back to whatever planet you came from," you said as you rounded the corner of the hallway and stood beside Mando, shotgun pointed at the floor. You double-checked that the gun's butt was properly positioned in the crook of your shoulder before aiming it at the pirate.

Mando snatched his gun from the floor and pointed it at the pirate as well, saying, "And put him down gently."

"Now!" you yelled, because he was moving too slowly for you, probably trying to come up with an escape plan, but there wasn't one. You were planning to kill him as soon as the baby was out of the way.

As soon as he placed the baby on the floor, the little one ran over to his dad as fast as his tiny legs could go. Mando scooped him up in one hand, gun still raised at the pirate in the other.

The pirate raised his hands and took a cautious step back, “Just take it easy.”

"You come to my house, attack me and my new friends, and destroy my beloved Prince poster, and I'm supposed to relax?" you sneered carelessly. You made a jerky motion with your head.

“Look lady—“

"—Fuck you!" You barked before flipping the safety off and squeezing the trigger, shooting him once in the chest, and he fell to the floor with a sickening thud, lifeless.

"You've got two blasters?" Mando questioned as he double-checked the pirate’s body before he placed the kid on the ottoman.

He was dead. You had no doubt about it.

You were a single woman living alone in the middle of nowhere in Florida.

Of course you did.

“This is Florida, man. Pretty much everyone has a gun.”

Mando was torn between nodding his head in agreement and shaking it in disbelief.

"Is your baby all right?" You inquired, bending down and running your finger across the baby's cheek.

“Grogu,” said Mando.

You looked up at him in confusion. “What was that?”

“His name is Grogu and yes, he’s okay. Thank you.”

“Grogu.” you said and the baby cooed at you. His enormous eyes and ears, together with his adorable infant babble, melted your heart.

"I would say you're welcome," you said as you rose up and assessed the damage done inside your home, "but those words don't seem appropriate for killin' your first fuckin' alien."

“Dinii,” Mando chuckled softly, shaking his tin head at you.

You cut your eyes at the amused man, “You think this is funny?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “A little.”

"I finally got my vacation time approved," you started ranting, "and on my second night, some enticing masked alien man with his adorable green alien son came crashing in my goddamn front yard."

“You think I’m enticing?” Din asked as he looked you up and down. You had a warm feeling in your chest at your Freudian slip and his question to confirm it. You really hated that you couldn’t see his face.

Never one to shy away from a challenge, a faint smile crossed your face as you nodded and said, "Yeah, I do." You hadn't even known them for a day and you were already smitten with the spaceman and his adorable son.

Mando took a step closer to you before asking, “Can we lay low and stay here with you for a few weeks?”

Oh, what the hell, you thought. It couldn’t get any worse, could it?

You nodded your heat at him, “Sure.”

“Do you want to bury the body or clean up the house first?” Mando asked.

You shrugged and plopped on the sofa beside Grogu. The baby giggled as he tilted a little with your sudden weight. It didn't matter to you which problem y’all cleaned up first, but you needed a few minutes to decompress. The adrenaline was wearing off, and your rattled nerves had your fingers shaking.

The Mandalorian noticed, bent down on one knee in front of you, and took one of your shaking hands in his gloved hand before asking, "Are you okay?" He cupped your chin with his free hand, making you look at what must have been where his eyes were and said, "You aren't hurt, are you?"

You shrugged your shoulders and said, "I wasn't hurt." You squeezed his comforting hand and said, "I just never killed anyone before."

"So, that was your first murder, huh?" He asked in a hushed tone, removing one of his gloves so that he could rub tiny circles in the middle of your palm to soothe you. It worked almost immediately. You could only nod, unable to string together a complete thought. You were surprised with how gentle he was being with you.

“How about you let me do the killing from here on out?” He said, still caressing your palm even though you stopped trembling minutes ago. You weren't going to say anything about it. It felt too good. It had been far too long since you had been touched in this way, or actually touched at all.

You let out a deep sigh and said, "Sounds good to me."

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lazerswordweilder · 9 months ago

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Green Arrow figured out Batmans identity after roughly two meetings, they literally went to collage together, the thing is the rest of the League knows neither of their identities so they get the weirdest snippets of both Batman and Green Arrows life, for example

They both have their own Wikipedia pages under their civilian identities

They can both walk flawlessly in heels up to 8 inches, Batman can manage 9 inches for an hour maximum and Green Arrow hates him for it

Batman once decided he could absolutely surf down that stair case on a couch cushion while standing up and broke both of his legs

The lowest grade Batman got in collage was a B- because he wrote his essay with a concussion but knew enough about the subject for it to be okay with a little (a lot) of proof reading from Green Arrow who made it readable

Green Arrow tried to shoot at the sun and get Apollos attention while drunk

Both of them pulled all-nighters at least 3 days a week and drank an incredible amount of coffee and one time two days into the school holidays they were both found passed out in the library with hundreds of books about everything their final exams had on lying open around them

Green Arrow and Batman are the reason it’s illegal to drink while driving in at least two different countries, Green Arrow reassured the League that they’d paid for ever window they broke out of pocket

Green Arrow and Batman paid for the coffee shop on campus when it got destroyed by a hurricane, they paid enough that it was fixed in two hours

And then entire conversation that happened when Green Lantern thought it’d be a good group bonding activity for the League to get drunk together:

Batman: your goatee, Ollie, it’s the most god awful thing I’ve ever seen, please shave it, it’s so bad,

Green Arrow: you have nothing against my fashion choices, there is a reason you can walk silently in anything, you wore platform boots for a year

Batman: they were amazing, besides you lit your own hair on fire while swimming in a pool

Green Arrow: you walked into a glass door, shook off the shock, then turned and walked straight back into it. It took you three tries to use a door!

Batman: you are the reason no one puts those wooden support sticks into cake anymore, because you impaled yourself on one, not once, or twice, but THREE times! And that’s not to mention all the times you’ve belly flopped onto cakes and not started bleeding.

Green Arrow: screw you, you forgot your wallet and just paid a girl in a priceless artefact you happened to have in your pocket, where did you get that???

Batman: do you need me to remind you of the road trip-

Green Arrow: *hissing at this point* we do not talk about the road trip

Batman: oh sure! *turns around and walks into a wall*

Green Arrow: Brucie… that’s not even see through.

The league firmly decided to not do drinking as a bonding activity again even though they did write everything the two said down.

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kimbappykidding · 1 year ago

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Other Parts: Part One, Part Two and Part Three.

You were at home when a hurricane in the form of your members hit you. "Y/n!" Soojin cried bursting into your room and you jumped, dropping the book you were trying to read. "Jesus what?" you asked and you saw Minnie, Yuqi and Soyeon follow her so knew this must be serious. "What happened?" you asked "is Shuhua okay? Where's Miyeon?". "They're fine but you have to see this" Soojin said and passed you her phone.

You watched V's video and were stunned. "Why would he do this?" you asked "he could've ruined his whole career by announcing this". "Because he loves you" Minnie said. "If what he said is true, then he won't care if he's fired" Yuqi said and you blinked "he said that before but I never believed him". "You know I've never been his fan" Soyeon said "but I guess this is the first step towards proof". You stared at the phone "when was this?". "30 minute ago" Soojin said "the internet has gone insane! Their account is trying to take down the recordings but more and more keep popping up. You're trending on Twitter and people can't believe it but more things about V are coming up. Photos are resurfacing and people are believing your story, they're criticising the people who blamed you and they're siding with you" Yuqi said. You paused "I never wanted people to side with me. I just wanted them to...". "Believe you?" Minnie asked "they do now, V's done that at least".

You shook your head "shit, shit...I have no idea what this means". "How do you feel?" Soojin asked and you shook your head "that I...I want to see him. I want to hear what's going to happen to him and I don't know yell at him? Thank him? I just want to talk to him". Soyeon nodded "we thought you might say that and that's what Miyeon and Shuhua are working on". "What, how?" you asked and you heard a honking outside. You looked out the window to see Shuhua in her dad's car which had blackout windows so nobody would be able to see you and Miyeon was holding up a full body suit which would hide all of you. "Let's get you to V" Soojin said.

The girls were like secret agents or something it was insane. Soojin took her car which was a typical flashy idol car and drove past The BTS house, you figured V would be there instead of at his apartment. Soojin's car flying by made lots of paparazzi follow her and thinned the crowd. Then Yuqi and Shuhua helped you climb the fence and slip into the backyard. V had showed you how to do this years ago and you were pleased they never moved. Once there you headed to the house and managed to get to the door as security caught you. You were arguing with them around the back when the garage door opened.

"Y/n?" Jimin asked hearing your voice but you only had one thing to say. "Where is he? What going to happen to him?" you asked. "We caught her sneaking around" the security guard said and Jimin nodded "it's okay she's a friend, thanks though Carl" and the man left you with a nod.

Jimin led you into the house and to the living room where some of the guys were waiting. "Y/n? Are you okay?" Jhope asked and you nodded "is V?". "We don't know" Jin said "they didn't let him come home. RM and Suga have gone to see if they can help him at all". You sighed and shook your head "why did he do that? Why would he be stupid! He could've ruined his career, all his fans might abandon him, he could've wrecked everything". "But Y/n he doesn't care about any of that" Jimin admitted "he just wants you and hoped this would show you that" and you blinked "he really does?". "Yes" Jungkook, Jin and Jhope said at once and you stared at them all "I...I..." you stuttered when there was a loud clicking noise and the front door opened.

Jhope immediately pushed you back to shield you in case anyone management-related entered but he stepped back when he saw who it was. V was looking down but he must've sensed something because he looked up and his eyes went to you straight away. "Y/n" he said and RM and Suga both jumped spotting you.

"Y/n why are you here?" V asked coming to you "there's so many people outside it's not safe for you". "No you don't get to lecture me about safety, I'll ask the questions and do the lecturing here" you said and V nodded "okay, What do you want to know?". You didn't even know where to start and had a million questions before but now, could only think of one. "Did you mean it?" you asked "when you said you loved me?". V nodded "I meant every word but especially that. I love you so much it hurts Y/n and I promise I will never hurt you like I did again" and that was all you needed to hear to close the distance and take back your man.

V closed his eyes as you kissed him and held onto you tightly. He'd dreamt of this moment for months now and it was finally happening. He pulled you closer even though he kept the kiss soft. It was more that he wanted proof this was real than to progress it any further. He could've stayed kissing you forever but he felt something wet on his cheek and opened his eyes to realise you were crying.

"Why did you do that?" you asked when you separated "you're going to be in so much trouble and you've angered all your fans for what?". V was expecting this and he knew the answer. "For you" he said "and that's why it's worth it. I'd do it all again for you Y/n, I don't care what they do to me as long as everyone knows I was the villain and you're the angel I'm crazy for". "I'm not an angel" you argued but V brushed away your tears "yes you are and I hate anyone treating you as any less. I won't have anyone badmouth you Y/n and if I lose everything but gain you then I don't give a shit. You're all that matters to me" he said and now you were both crying.

The guys gave you both some privacy and you cried more before finally feeling more settled. "So what have they said to you?" you asked "how much trouble are you in?". V shrugged "I'm suspended but as I said I don't care. I have enough money to spoil you for a lifetime and all that matters is you're with me". You blushed "you don't need to spoil me, I'm happy with you too" and V's heart soared. "You have no idea how happy that makes me" he said and you smiled "good" and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. V held you to him and let out one of the biggest exhales he ever had.

Once the guys stopped hearing crying they hoped things were okay and they knew it was safe to come back into the room when they heard laughing. "Hey how is everyone?" Jhope asked walking in first and V smiled brightly "brilliant actually" making the guys chuckle. "RM explained what's happening" Jungkook said and V nodded "I'm on hiatus but I don't care" he said looking at you "I have means to support myself so they can fire me if they want. I am sorry for doing this to you all though" he said leaning forwards "I blind sighted you and it's going to put us in the news in a bad light because of me. I'm sorry for that". "Are you kidding?" Suga asked "we don't give a shit about that?". "You don't?" V asked and Jimin laughed "of course not! We're proud of you" and all the guys agreed. "This is the most we've seen you smile in...well years" RM said and Jimin nodded "properly smile that is, not the fake one". V laughed "well I'm happy! Probably way happier than I should be right now" but Jin shook his head "I think all things considered it makes sense and we should celebrate!" and Jungkook pulled a bottle of champagne out from behind his back and popped the cork. You and V jumped before laughing and happily accepted the glasses passed to you.

It turned into a mini party with the guys all celebrating you two getting back together. By the sounds of it, they deserved it too from suffering on behalf of V. He hadn't been the best and they were quote "just happy the real V was back now". So everyone let their hair down and things just felt right. You found yourself going around the room catching up with all the guys and everything you'd missed in the years' absence. You didn't realise how much you missed them and had forgotten how much they'd all cared for you. It felt nice to be back with them but when V couldn't cope with you being away from him anymore he tugged you back to his side and said he'd come with you if you wanted to move but he was now your shadow. You didn't mind that and happily stayed with him.

After that, there was no question of you going home so when things started rounding down you headed upstairs with V and when you were alone the atmosphere changed. "I can't believe you're here" V whispered "I never thought I'd get this again, to have you here to have you in front of me" he sighed. You smiled "well you're wasting it all the way over there" and V smiled "you're right, I didn't spend years dreaming of this to let you stand in the corner. Let me make it up to you". He outstretched his hand with a beautiful sexy smile and you took it.

Everything felt like the first time again and in many ways it was. Your second kiss in 5 years was sweet and heartfelt but quickly became passionate and heightened. There were so many emotions wrapped up in this reunion and you could tell V felt that too. As things progressed you felt a little nervous like you had during your first time with V all those years ago and despite his ample experience with this, V was nervous too.

He touched you hesitantly at first as if scared you might disappear. He kept gazing at you and checking you wanted him. Finally after telling him for the 5th time V started to believe you and you picked up enthusiasm. V couldn't stop saying your name and whispering how much he loved you and how he just wanted to make you feel so amazing. It was a whirlwind of physical, mental and emotional pleasure and you were both exhausted afterwards. V repeated everything he'd said to you as you lay in his arms to make sure you knew he meant it and you could feel his sincerity with each word.

V knew you couldn't sleep if you weren't in pyjamas so before he could drop off he rolled out of bed and started rummaging in his drawers. You watched him amused, wondering what he was doing when he cried "found it!" and turned around to show you. "No way! You kept it all this time?". It was your favourite shirt of his which you always used to sleep in. V had it as a trainee and had long since outgrown it so it quickly became yours. "Of course" he said "I could never bring myself to get rid of it, it was my keepsake of you" and you smiled. "I have some shorts you can have too" he said pulling them out of his other drawer and you laughed "have not borrow?". "I meant what I said about spoiling you Y/n, anything of mine you want you can have". "That's really sweet" you nodded "but the only thing I want to have is you, how about you put the pyjamas down and I can show you?" you asked. V's eyes lit up and he quickly threw them on a chair before coming obediently back to you.

A while later you were both thoroughly exhausted, in pyjamas and wrapped up together ready to sleep...but V was unsure. "I don't want to go to sleep" V mumbled sleepily and you leaned back to look at him "why?". "Because this will just be a dream" he said "it's too perfect not to be, what if I wake up and you're gone?" he asked. You could tell from his tone he was genuinely scared of that and gently caressed his face "it's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'm back V" and he looked at you before nodding. "Okay" and he bundled you close to him, holding onto you tightly. "But I'm still going to stay awake for a while". "You don't have to" you told him "I love you too, I'm not going anywhere" and V stiffened. "You do?" he asked and you nodded "I didn't stop" and V pressed himself even closer to you. "You're my everything" he whispered and you nodded "you're mine too and you know I'd never lie to you, right?" you asked pulling away so you could look V in the eyes. He nodded and you smiled and gently pressed a kiss to his lips. "Now come here" and you opened your arms. V settled into your arms and rested against your chest. "Go to sleep" you said gently stroking his arms "you're safe" you told him and V nodded listening to your voice as he was lulled into sleep. "I'm home" he replied sleepily before he gave into his dreams which were now a reality.

You woke up the next morning to find V wrapped around you, literally. You must've turned away from him in the night and V's response was to throw himself around you in an extreme spoon with both his arms and one of his legs wrapped around you. You chuckled slightly at how snuggly V had a hold of you and moved his arms enough for you to spin around and settle against his chest. You nuzzled it slightly before laying against it with a sigh. You dozed for a while and then heard a sharp noise followed by a swear which jolted you awake. You blinked your eyes open and saw V watching you "did I wake you?" he asked and you just smiled. "No" you lied and reached up to kiss him. V happily kissed you back and made a whine when you pulled back. "That was a really good night" you commented and V nodded "the best one I've had in years" and you smiled. V pulled you back into his embrace and rubbed your shoulders "thank you Y/n, for giving me another chance, things will be different this time". "I know" you said "thank you for fighting for me" and V nodded "always".

It had been a long separation so after you'd both woke up and realised you were in bed together you wasted no time getting re-acquainted. However not long after you were disturbed by a voice very quickly calling your name. "Y/n? It's Jimin, I'm not going to come in don't worry but your phone's been ringing all morning so it's here outside the door" Jimin said and then you heard him rushing away. You both chuckled at the panicked footsteps and V stood up and retrieved it for you. You did have tons of missed calls and you called Soyeon figuring your leader was the best one to call.

She picked up immediately. "Y/n about time!" she said and you laughed "sorry I didn't have my phone with me". "Why? Aren't you with V?". "Yeah but I wasn't exactly keeping track of my phone". Your friend made a noise of agreement as she got it "that makes sense, you always said V was amazing in bed" and you jumped slightly but V had already heard it and was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "That's what you used to say about me?" he whispered pulling you onto his lap and you pushed him away, you couldn't focus on the phone if he was touching you. "Yeah so what's up?" you asked more curtly than you meant but Soyeon just laughed. "The managers want to see you today and are asking when you'll be in". "They want to see me?" you asked a little worried and Soyeon nodded "yeah but don't worry you're of course not in trouble. You didn't do anything! I'm guessing it's just a little damage control, they'll probably want to know how to proceed and what V's planning on doing next". You could guess what V was planning to do next by the looks he was giving you and how his hands kept crawling closer to you. You waited a long time for this and frankly didn't want to go into work when you had V waiting for you so you decided not to. "Can you tell them I'm sick and will be in tomorrow. I have plans for how I want to spend the day and they do not involve talking to some middle-aged men about my relationship". Soyeon laughed "of course, you can't be off for long though or they'll get impatient". You nodded "tell them I'll be in tomorrow, I'm just stressed about what happened yesterday, they should get that". "Yeah totally, enjoy your sex day!" she said loudly and hung up.

The phone screen went black and V smiled "so I've got you to myself all day? For what did Soyeon call it?". "You know damn well what she said now would you like to tease me about it verbally or physically?". "Both" he replied and yanked you back onto his lap. This time he got no resistance.

You and V didn't emerge from his room until noon and all the members gave his doorway a wide berth knowing exactly what was going on. But you had to stop sometime and while V got some food you went to go shower. You returned feeling refreshed and happy. V took you downstairs where he'd cooked you breakfast and waited until you'd finished eating to get into business.

"So I called my lawyer while you were in the shower and he said your company can't force you to reveal anything about us. You can keep it all a secret if you want to. You don't have to say anything so don't feel forced to". You paused "I...you rang them to check?". V nodded "I want you to be protected in case your company tries any funny business, I can get one of them to come with you tomorrow if you want?". You shook your head "It's okay, I'm sure they just want to talk but thank you" you said coming to sit beside him. "I meant what I said Y/n, things are going to be different this time and I will be your biggest defender. Nobody is hurting you while I'm here". You smiled "well it goes both ways, I'll always fight for you too. I know things have been hard and they won't change overnight but I'll be here for you V. We can work together" and he stared at you before nodding. He'd forgotten what it was like to have someone he loved look at him like that. Not with worry or concern but with faith and confidence. You trusted him to turn things around and V loved you even more than he already did for that.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise but everyone knew you and V were back together. Every idol in the industry had seen that confession and rightly assumed after something so bold, you would give him a second chance. What was strange though was how it made people act towards you.

Overnight you became more powerful in their eyes. Your company suddenly got a lot of calls from people wanting G(I)-dle on their show and trying to book you for things. Then there were the other idols. At the first award show you went to, you could feel everyones' eyes on you and not in a bad way. "You'd think I won a gold medal at the Olympics or something, not got back together with my boyfriend" you commented to Yuqi who laughed. "The way they see it, you've jumped up the pecking order" Soyeon explained "they think V's made you more relevant". You smiled "well that's good...it tells me exactly the type of people to avoid" you said smiling at some girls waving to you whom you'd never spoken to before "it's a great way to weed out the snakes".

It occurred to you that this must've been kind of what it was like for V. To have people stare at him differently and suddenly clamour for his attention all those years ago when BTS got big. It didn't excuse what happened but you got a little more why it led V down a dark road. If that'd been you 5 years ago when you were just a kid, maybe you would've fallen for it too?

You didn't realise getting back with V would be so different to last time but quickly realised it was a pretty big deal because you were dating a completely different V. A week after you'd gotten back together V shared his schedule with you for the rest of this year when his hiatus ended, next year and even the one after that. He said he wanted to prioritise you and give you the first pick at any free time he had. There were huge chunks of time on his schedule pencilled out because V had tours or ceremonies or other big events planned even 2 years into the future. It was a little daunting at first seeing your life planned out but then you calmed yourself. It was just any other idol life and you shared your schedule too and got to planning.

You worked out you could both spend Christmas together, a whole week or so and then there were chunks in March, June and September where you'd be able to get away together the following year. Plus V had his 6-month hiatus and you'd agreed to move him to your apartment. He couldn't leave the house much because the media was all over him but you weren't as big news after a few months and had to leave for work. So V stayed at yours and only left when necessary at first. As things died down he got more freedom and could actually leave your apartment but he didn't hate it either way. He got to see you every day and he loved it.

V also low-key loved the domestic side it brought out in him. He really enjoyed cooking for you, preparing breakfast for you, making you lunches and serving dinner. It made him feel important and he meant his promise about spoiling you and food was a great way to do that. He bought a cookbook and everything and got all happy hearing you praise his cooking. He loved taking care of you so made sure the apartment was always clean, bought your flowers weekly, handled any errands or repairs you needed and felt like a house husband. He loved it and you noticed.

You got home from work one day to smell something amazing. "What is that smell?" you called and heard a laugh come from the kitchen. You followed it and found V smiling "surprise! I made Minnie's dish for you!". "Omg what?" you asked "but that's insane even I can't make it!". You adored Thai food and there was one dish in particular she made that took a ton of effort but was divine and that was what V had made for you. "How did you get the recipe and all the ingredients?" you asked. "I emailed Minnie for the recipe and the ingredients weren't too bad. Only took me 3 attempts". "You went to 3 different stores all to make me food?" you asked in awe and V smiled "yeah I thought you'd like it, do you?". "I love it!" you cried "you're amazing" before smiling "did you buy yourself an apron?" noticing what V was wearing. He nodded "yes all chiefs need one, do you like it?" he asked twirling. You smiled "yeah it looks great on you, thank you" you said kissing him softly and V smiled "wait until you see what's for dessert". You paused "I can't tell if you mean sex or actual food". V laughed "I meant food but I'm more than happy for dessert after dessert, now you go get changed, get in something comfy and I'll get everything dished up. I've got your favourite cold beverage chilling for you too". You shook your head "I feel like a husband from the 70s" and V laughed. "You know you don't have to do all this for me right?" you asked feeling bad having V spoil you so much but your boyfriend just shook his head. "I know but I want to and I love it" he said "and I quite like the idea of being your house husband" he smirked "just sitting at home waiting for you to come home to me after being a big successful power woman" he said getting more and more into this fantasy as he spoke. You laughed "I had no idea you were so attracted to power, are you after my money you gold digger?" you joked. V smiled "you don't have to pay me, I'm yours" and you smiled "no don't worry I can figure out ways to make it worth your while". V paused "do you need help freshening up?" and you smiled "yes please" and took his hand leading him into the bedroom.

Your new favourite thing was to wake up and hear V singing to himself in the kitchen as he made breakfast or to wake up in the night after a bad dream and have his mere presence make you calm. V made you happy and you knew you'd be able to get through the time apart for moments like this. And as V's hiatus drew to an end you both got ready for the change.

As the time for V to go back to work approached, you could tell he was nervous and hesitant to jump back in. He honestly didn't need to be an idol anymore. He had a lot of money and could easily get work as a model or host or anything really, especially with your pooling your incomes but you knew he loved being an idol and being on stage with his members. He just needed reminding of that, so you invited the guys all around to spend time with him.

V had seen the members fleetingly but not all at once since this had happened. He said he didn't want to distract them or bother them but you thought it more likely he was nervous. He worried they wouldn't forgive him for damaging their name or wouldn't need him, that they'd be better off without him. He didn't verbalise any of this though but you knew how he thought and could tell he was nervous to approach them. You tried encouraging him verbally but figured the best way to show him his friends loved him, was to have them tell him themselves.

V had done so much for you that when you got a few days of work you asked Jimin to take him out and do something nice together while you got the place ready. The guys came early, armed with food and drink and helped you set up in minutes. V wasn't expecting anything but when he walked through the door and saw his members holding "welcome back" banners it hit him. His members wanted him. He was a little tearful but it was happy tears and all the guys rushed to express how much they'd missed him and couldn't wait to have him back. When V found his way to you he almost cried again. "Thank you" he said softly and you smiled hugging him "you don't need to thank me, I wanted to show you how much your members love you and tell you it's okay. You've taken such good care of me these past few months and I trust you. It's okay for you to go back to work, it's not selfish to pursue what you love and I'll be here loving you every step of the way". "You're fucking amazing you know that?" V asked kissing you messily and you laughed as he pressed his lips anywhere he could. "Yes and so are you" you said giving him a slower more deliberate kiss. "Now come on, I didn't invite this many guys into my clean apartment to sit in the kitchen snogging you, let's go celebrate your return!".

After that V's worries didn't vanish but his biggest one, that the boys wouldn't want him was gone and that made the world of difference. You wanted V to have the perfect first day so made some plans. You weren't as skilled as V at the domestic crap and were quite proud of it but for V, you'd really tried. You woke up early to prepare V his favourite breakfast, even getting Minnie to bring you fresh ingredients and low-key help you make it because it was hard. Then you got all the stuff to make him a barista-level coffee and got some nice snacks and drinks for him while at work. You got all his clothes ready so he wouldn't have to worry and his favourite fluffy towel waiting by the shower. You did all this before V woke up and snook back into bed to surprise him. Minutes before his alarm went off you gently woke him up by wiggling into his arms and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's nearly time to get up" you whispered and V stirred before his arms tightened around you "and you knew I'd want a cuddle with you before huh?" he asked "you're the best girlfriend" he said moving you onto his chest fully and you smiled. You wanted so desperately to tease him about what you'd planned but managed not to and it was so worth it seeing V walk around the apartment and get more and more excited at the things you'd done for him. When you dropped him off for work he was in a great mood and you felt so proud to see him smiling so brightly.

"So I'll meet you here at 6 but if you want to go out with the guys or anything that's totally fine" you told him and V nodded "okay!" but you saw him hesitate. "Hey, you're going to be amazing" you told him "you were born to do this and finally you're back. I know you can do this and I love you so much". V smiled, he always smiled when you said you loved him and you'd purposefully not said it for a few days purely for this moment. V's shoulders relaxed and he took your hand "I love you too" and he leaned forward to kiss you. You made sure to make it a good one and when you pulled back stayed close to him "knock them dead" you said and he grinned.

In that moment you knew without a doubt both your futures were going to be bright and you were going to succeed together because nothing in the world could stop you.

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