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writingsfromhome · 3 years

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Sorry x Rare

A/N: I got two lyric requests for Sorry by Beyonce and Rare by Selena Gomez. They were both sort of two sides of the same coin so I wrote them together it mostly goes from rare to sorry. Thanks for the requests, fingers crossed it lives up to what you wanted! <3

Synopsis: You and Harry have been together for a long time but he’s not the same man you fell in love with anymore.

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I move my dinner around on my plate, my gaze on the man pacing outside the restaurant on his phone. My man. But it didn't really feel like that these days. These days, Harry was a stranger to me--late nights, phone calls interrupting dinner, waking up to find him gone and not even sure if he'd come home at all.

I watch him remove the phone from his ear in a rush, stare at it, and then shove it aggressively in his pocket. He walks back in, cheeks pink and huffing.

"Should we ask for the bill?" He sits down in a flurry. I stare at his barely-eaten meal and my own dinner mashed to bits.

"We've barely had dinner."

"Babe, we've been here for over an hour since..." he takes his phone back out to inform me of how much time exactly but something must catch his attention because his sentence dies on his lips. I stare, he was so distant lately. "I'll drop you off at home, I've got to meet the boys they decided to talk business-"

"It's 8pm on a Thursday," I state the obvious. "Can't you catch up with them la-"

"This isn't an argument Y/N," Harry finally looks at me. He was done discussing it. He lifts his hands to the waiter and a minute later dinner's been paid for. He wasn't my baby, I think as we stroll outside to his car. I don't know who this man was.

***

I wake up the next morning with the weight of Harry on the other side of the bed. I could smell him, the booze sitting in his pores.

“Ugh,” I groan, not wanting to smell that first thing in the morning. I get up and start my day before I head to work. Soon, Harry appears squinting as I stir sugar into my coffee.

“I need a coffee,” he says, his voice hoarse. It used to sound sexy but now it was just another reminder that things changed. We lived like roommates and it hurt that he never wanted to talk. Half the time, he acted like I wasn’t even there.

I watch him settle with his coffee, taking the first sip and letting out a deep breath. A memory comes to me suddenly, the first year we were dating,

“I think this is the best coffee I’ve ever had,” it was the first night Harry had stayed the whole night and I’d made him coffee in my outdated coffee maker. It came out burnt half the time but that morning’s cup was decent. We’re swaddled in my blankets--the room I rented back then had poor circulation in the winter.

“I think you’re still slightly drunk,” I lean my shoulder against his and cup the warm drink. “I’ve definitely had better coffees.”

“Maybe coffees are just better the morning after,” he says, glancing at me and I know he can see the flush on my cheeks. He knew I was shy talking about certain things in the light of day.

“We can say that,” I mumble into the cup. “It’s just nice to have a heat source.”

“Here,” he takes the cup from me and reaches over to put both on the nightstand.

“Hey I wasn’t done with that.”

“I know but if you’re cold, I know this other heat source--it even works for hypothermia.”

His statement causes a blood rush that warms me already but I don’t say no to what he has in mind. I could make us another cup later.

Harry catches me staring when he looks over and raises an eyebrow. I snap out of my thoughts and twist my lips into a smile, looking back at my own drink bitterly. Who was this man in front of me? Out loud, I ask: “How was your night? You came in late.”

“I was out with the boys.” he says in a tone that meant he didn’t want to talk about it. “It got late.”

“A text would’ve been nice,” I say, still looking at my cup.

“S’not like you were waiting up,” he turns to walk back towards the bedroom.

“Learned not to,” I mumble but I know he’s heard me with the way he pauses. But he didn’t care enough to argue, dispute it, nothing. He leaves.

***

"Guess who just made a commission that's more than I used to earn in a year?" April walks into the small office, an infectious grin on her face.

"You sold him on it?" I put away the file I'm working on and jump up to hug my friend.

"I had to flirt a little--give him a vivid picture of what he could have there, and he signed! I'm bloody brilliant."

April was my American ex-pat who I met when she was looking for a flat a few years ago. And now here she was, working for me at the small real estate office I managed with a few other people I considered friends.

"Do you know if he was single?" I tune back in to hear Janelle asking.

"No, don't give her bad advice!" I scold Janelle. “We don’t date clients.”

"I'm miserably single," April pouts. "I'll take advice even if it’s bad."

"Bad advice is to stay with your college sweetheart to the point where you're not sure he even cares about you." I say to no one in particular. It was just us in the office today, and they knew everything about my life so I didn't care much. But the pin-drop silence that follows is different. I look up to see my friends eyeing each other. "What?"

"Nothing." They stay tight lipped but I push and they crack. "Well, so...we know things are rocky between you and Harry..."

"Things aren't rocky," I clarify. "They're just...nonexistent."

"Right," April slides closer. "Soo, we saw him at the club yesterday."

I raise my eyebrow, "He told me he was meeting up with his boys."

"Oh!" They sound surprised I know, but they look at each other again so I push them. "He was...there was a girl? Sitting on his lap for most of the night? Like, nothing happened I don't think so?" She turns to look at April at the end of each sentence.

Personally, I feel gut-punched even though I suspected this. I knew he wasn't where he said he was going to be sometimes, or with who he said he was going to be with. But he cut our own dinner short last night to be with strangers yesterday? I grip the pen in my hand.

"Y/N honestly...you know we love you and support you. But, you're a special girl and you deserve better than that sod."

"Yeah," Janelle puts her hand on my shoulder. "You're a gem Y/N. There's someone else out there who's gonna see how rare you are."

"I know," I blow my cheeks out. We'd had different conversations like this before, although never this direct. I guess we'd never had direct proof of what my husband was doing until now though.

"He's an idiot not knowing you're so rare," my friends try to comfort me. I feel my eyes well up and I swipe at them. I wasn't going to cry at work but they must sense the tears because they excuse themselves, "We're going to get you a tea, and some pastries to celebrate April's sale. April?"

I keep my face buried in my hands as they leave, take a few deep breaths. "I am rare," I say to myself but even that makes me laugh bitterly. Harry and I had been together for 5 years and here I was trying to count up all the reasons we should stay together when he didn't even care. He was out with other women, and I was waiting around for him.

"I'm rare," I say again. "I'm special, I deserve better. I...deserve better."

When will u be home tonight? I text Harry before I lose my nerve.

Busy he says. That’s it. And then, Why?

What time? I ask again.

8 or so, he responds.

Okay, we need to talk then. I put my phone away, too scared what he might text back. A tear falls from my cheek onto my keyboard, landing on the letter H. It mocks me. I wipe it off, and before I can think about what I'm doing I smash the letter down with my fist. I stand up and walk to the back of the office, a window overlooks the busy street. I'd had enough, I decide. Fuck Harry.

I’m not sure how long I stand there stewing, but my friends walking in with pastries and tea ends the emotional boiling pot from overflowing.

"Thanks," I take the cup from them.

“So we were talking and...” April looks at Janelle and she nods. “You should come out with us some time. Like...tonight. Dance with us, with other people...”

“I...I’ve got something at 8,” I come up with an excuse. As angry as I was, I wanted to have this conversation. It was long overdue.

***

I check my time again, the last text Harry sent me Ok. But it was 8:25 and Harry still wasn’t home. I’d give him five more minutes, I decide. I’d already tried to ring him with no answer.

I stare at the ring on my finger, it was supposed to symbolize a promise he made to me. What a fucking joke. I should’ve never said I do in the first place.

Was it young love, I wonder. Did we do this too fast and we were just set up to fail? But I remember the good memories, the soft and sweet times between us.

“I-I’ve never done something like this before,” I tell Harry. “I hate heights.”

“Listen,” he crowds around me, blocking my view of his friends who are walking up the narrow trail like it was any old walkway. “You go in front of me, I’ll have my hand on your back the whole time. I won’t let you fall. I promise.”

I look up into those gentle eyes and swallow my fear. “Okay.”

“I promise it will be so worth it,” he gushes, his excitement uncaged now that I’d agreed. “There’s no lights there so the stars are so bloody bright--I know you’re going to love it!”

I can’t help it, my lips crack into a smile at his boyish excitement. He catches it and pauses, a breath in this whirlwind of a night. What started out as a house party turned into a walk to a local beach which turned into a hike into the woods and up a precarious--and very steep--ridge to get to an isolated lookout. Only with Harry did I find myself in these situations. And I loved it. I loved him, I realise then. My expression must change because he tugs on my hand, probably worried I’d change my answer.

“Walk ahead,” he instructs and I nearly tip toe on the ridge that’s at least 30 feet across. But his steady hand on my back pushes me gently and I walk across confidently until I look down 2/3 of the way. I freeze in place but Harry’s ready. “Y/N, you’re safe here. Look at me-look...”

I crane my neck and he grounds me, oh my god how did I just realise now how in love I was with him? He squeezes my hand, asks if I was okay. I had to be, I couldn’t stay stuck in the middle.

Inch by inch we finally make it to the other side and I jump off with a yelp which sets Harry off in a burst of laughter. Pretty soon he’s lifted me over his shoulder and carries me to the lookout on the edge. My feet had been through enough, he’d said.

And he was right--it was so worth it; the view with all the stars laid out. The buildings and their light pollution below were blocked out by the outcrops and it made the stars twinkle in all their glory. It made it the perfect place to be with the person I loved.

“Isn’t it the most incredible view?” Harry whispers in awe behind me, his arms wrapping around my waist.

“I.....I have no words apparently,” I laugh and turn in his arms. “Thanks for pushing me, this...it was worth it.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ears and gazes at me in a way that makes me want to squirm. But I hold his gaze.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks with a smile.

“Compared to the view,” I glance behind us. “I guess I’m alright.”

“No,” he guides my face back towards his. “This view over that one, any day. M’just that lucky.”

My words die on my lips as I’m overwhelmed by this feeling between us, the one I thought would keep us together like this forever.

He raises an eyebrow when I go silent and I shrug, “I’m all out of words today.”

I close my eyes as he kisses my temple. I turn back around and we spend the moment in silence, drinking in the view. His friends chatter around us but they’re background noise. My life felt like a movie right now.

Before we leave as a group, I tug Harry back. This was a good as place as any to tell him. I press my lips to his, and it takes him a second but he’s kissing me back. Before it can get carried away I push away and tell him what I’d been thinking all night, “I love you.”

He takes a step back, and then he’s grinning and pulling me back. “I love you! I love you listen, I’ve been wanting to say that for weeks!”

“Weeks?!”

“Yeah weeks! My sister said it was too soon, I might scare you off!”

I think about a few weeks ago, I was intensely shy around him even then. Maybe she was right, but the idea that he talked about me to his sister makes me flush. I wrap my arms around his waist “I just...this moment is so perfect. I never want it to end.”

“It doesn’t have to.” he’d promised. “I’m yours forever Y/N.”

When 8:30 comes and goes I call April, she lets me know where they were. “We’re so happy you’re coming! Are you sure you don’t want us to meet you somewhere else?” she shouts into the phone. When I tell her I just wanted to be where they were she reminds me to text them when I was nearby.

I have to dig into the back of my closet, past the pantsuits I wore to work, the casual dresses and loungewear. I still had some of my old party clothes, just a bit tighter than they used to be. But for where I was going, it would fit in.

Before I leave, I take a pen and scrawl a note: “Great talk"

My friends spot me as I walk in. The music is instantly too loud, the lights too bright, and there are too many people. But one of my them shoves a drink in my hand and pretty soon it’s the best place on earth. It was exactly where I needed to be. I turn off my cellphone and enjoy myself.

After a certain point, I don’t even know who I’m talking to, but pressed up against a body, feeling wanted, it drives me to keep dancing all night. Eventually, I crash at April’s and don’t roll out of hers until 11 the next morning. Harry’s barely an afterthought until I’m tucked in the taxicab taking me home and turn on my phone. 8 missed calls, 2 voicemails and 13 texts.

I’m shocked at the volume, Harry hadn’t blown up my phone like this in over a year. I listen to one voicemail: “Where the hell are you? I come home an hour late and you’re bloody gone with this stupid note here. Pick up! I’ve called you a billion times.”

I stare at my phone, I hadn’t heard Harry this passionate since...well it was a long time. And all it took was going out late and not answering his calls, giving him a taste of his own medicine. It almost makes me angrier; I had to partake in this juvenile dance to get his attention, even though we’d been married nearly 2 years.

He’s on a call when I get home, talking numbers or something. I head directly to the shower, clean up, and take my sweet time. It must’ve driven him mad waiting for me because by the time I’m out he blows a gasket.

“What’s this stunt you pulled last night? Wanting to talk and leaving me a stupid sarcastic note just because I’m late? Where were you?”

“Out,” I shrug. “I didn’t know you were late. You didn’t text.”

“I didn’t tex--oh I see, now we’re being petty yeah?”

That irked me, “I’m not being petty. It’s not like I get the same courtesy when you’re out late!”

“I’m busy, I can’t always be texting you!”

Excuses, I laugh and he looks at me like I’m crazy. “Busy what? Screwing other women-”

“Don’t be making shit up-”

“I’ve had people tell me that they see you with other women Harry! S’not a far stretch!”

That quiets him. Finally, he comes forward to stand inches away. “Y/N, c’mon. You and me...this is stupid. Sure I go out to party but I’m not-”

“Stop.” he was actually trying to talk his way out of this. And because I’d rather step in front of an oncoming train than cry in front of him, I head to the front door and walk out. I’d find someplace to crash today, but I wasn’t doing this.

***

“How’re you doing?” Janelle asks. I’d shown up at her doorstep and she set up her guest bed. She had plans so I spent most of my time burying myself in work, trying to get rid of all that angry energy pent up in me. Janelle had just come home.

“I’m just trying to move on. I don’t want to talk about him, I just don’t care at this point--I’m fed up!”

“As you should be,” she agrees. “Listen, I know we had a crazy night yesterday but I’m going out with some friends today and...maybe it’ll help you?”

I think about the killer headache this morning, but I also remember how good it felt to forget for a bit. I agree. Before I know it, Janelle’s found something that fits me and we’re back at a different club than the night before. Her friends are familiar faces but after a few drinks we’re all best friends. It feels great. Until I spot Harry’s face.

“That’s enough,” his face looms over mine as he pushes away the man I’m up against.

“What the fuck Harry...” I trail off as he pulls me away from the middle of the crowd. I try to pry his hand off but there’s too many people and he’s moving too quickly...and I’ve had a lot of drinks. “Let me go!” I say when we finally step away. We’re in what must be a private room. He seemed familiar with it--of course.

“So just because you heard I’m out and about some nights, you decide to come here and fuck around with random men?”

“Excuse me?” I stare at him, he was out of his mind. “I’m out having fun with my friends! I’m not here because of you.”

“Really? You come to the same place I come to all the time and dance with these strangers? And you’re drunk as fuck!”

“Since when did you care?” I ask. “Just leave me alone. You’ve been doing that perfectly fine the last few months.”

“I’m your bloody husband Y/N, you can’t just-”

“Then act like one!” I shout, and in the muffled quiet of the room with the bass thumping through it rings out. “I don’t need you! And you made it clear you don’t need me. These rings are a fucking joke, here-” I take mine off and throw it at him.

“You don’t mean it-”

“I do.” I give him a level stare, suddenly clear-headed. Maybe I’d process it later, but right now I was finally seeing what he’d become. He deserved to feel how I felt, and quite frankly, I didn’t give a fuck. I flip him with both hands, “Quite frankly Harry, you can suck my d-”

“Harry!” A shrill voice rings out from the entrance that now carries the loud beats of the dance floor, swallowing my words. “Liam told me you were here!”

I glance at the brunette in the doorway and back at him. I couldn’t even muster an eye roll; I had enough.

“Y/N!” Harry calls my name as I walk out.

“No it’s me, Becky?!” she tries to correct him. I can’t help but laugh as I make my way back to my friends with a drink in my hand, feeling free.

***

“Y/N, it’s Harry. I don’t know how it got this shite just please call me back. Just give me five minutes that’s all I n--message deleted”

“He’s moved on to the office phone then?” Janelle asks, her desk was beside mine so she’d heard him as I checked my messages. It was two weeks since that glorious night when I’d dumped Harry’s ass. Although a lot of my things were still at our house, I was just staying in a hotel right now while I figured things out. One thing I knew for sure though, I didn’t want to see him again.

“It’s pretty pathetic,” I say. It was also pathetic how long I’d stayed waiting around for us to be magically fixed. But that was something I was working on getting past.

“You’re glowing without him,” April says from where she’s getting her files together. “Haven’t you got that showing out east?”

“Yeah, oh god is that the time?” I rush to get my files in order. “I’ll catch up with you later-”

“We’re still getting drinks after?”

“Yes, drinks!” I call out as I leave the office and head down to the lobby. I don’t expect Harry there, and I barely have time for him as he comes up to keep my pace.

“Harry, I’ve got somewhere to be please leave me alone.”

“Y/N, wait just please listen to me.”

“No.”

“2 minutes!”

“Not even 1,” I spot my cab out front and head towards it. I’m about to get in but Harry holds the door. “Harry let go I’m going to be late.”

“Just let me talk to you, please!”

I finally look at him and he’s quite a sight. His hair is matted and without it’s usual bounce. He’s got a rough look and a 5 ‘o clock shadow.

“You had plenty of time to talk to me for months, you were too busy at the club. Sorry not sorry,” I tug at the door and he lets go, I don’t spare a backwards glance as we drive away.

One of the showings is successful, I manage to sell the family on the home and we set up a meeting to go over details at my office later in the week. I’ve got a bounce in my step as I return to the office. I tell the girls I’d meet them at the bar as I finalize my papers at the office. My bounce falters when I go head out after 5 to see Harry waiting outside the building.

“Y/N,” he calls out when he sees me. “I’m not going to leave until you talk to me.”

“That’s called stalking,” I say. A few people walking past us turn to glance at him and he notices. He moves to the inside lobby and asks me to follow. With a big sigh I do.

“I know what I did.” he begins.

“Congratulations,” I roll my eyes.

“No wait, I know what I did to you. And sorry can’t cover it. Just let me make it up to you, we have history and-”

“You don’t get it.” I stop his monologue from going any further. “I’m gonna be just fine. Without you. You didn’t care about our history until you couldn’t have me. I don’t know what happened to you Harry, but you’re not the man I fell in love with-”

“I know,” he says, tears of frustration coating his lashes. “I fucked up, I-I didn’t see what I had right in front of me and I just-”

“Let her slip away? Is that the best you can come up with?” I scoff. “You know what Harry? I’m done with this! Boy...bye.”

“Y/N just--” he grabs my arm before I can leave and pushes something cold into my palm. My wedding ring.

“I don’t want this,” I push it back in his hand.

“Please just take it--hold onto it,” he pushes it back into mine and closes my fingers over it. “I can’t...I can’t hold onto it just take it! You don’t even have to think about it-”

“Harry,” I soften my tone. He was desperate and even though some part of me thought it was about time he felt this type of way, my heart hurt a little. I didn’t want him to see that though so I just tuck the ring into the pocket of his button up and pat it. “Goodbye Harry.”

I walk away with my head held high even though he calls out to me. I walk the few blocks to where my friends are waiting and their warm smiles are enough to help me push the memory of Harry’s teary eyes, and the real history we did have once upon a time away. I was done with him, no longer thinking about him.

I just kept telling myself, I was rare like a gem and I had to see that. And maybe one day, someone else will too.

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thomotomo · 3 years

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the peaky blinders oblivious to male reader practically turning the garrison into a gay bar, despite coming out to the family on many occasions — and the Shelbys just assuming he worked/grew up with a lot of people??

The Garrison Gay Pub

A/N: Heya! I really liked this request, though I struggled to write it :/ I hope you’ll enjoy reading it anyway!

Shelby! Male Reader x OMCs

Words: 1.3k

Rating: T (sexual innuendos very fast)

Being a member of the Shelby family had inconvenient, like the risk of getting kidnapped for a ransom but it had also a lot of advantages, like easily get away with something illegal just by your name and the signature clothing of your family. Even though you weren’t very much involved in the dirty family business you were spending a lot of time at The Garrison working alongside your older brother Arthur and keeping the bar when he left to go outside.

Again you were a lucky one, you had originally came out, extremely nervous in fear of getting thrown out or murdered on the spot, instead they accepted you with open arms and you were relieved. Until the night you brought a lad back into the house, you were pretty sure everyone had left and you were heavily making out on the top of a table, it was Tommy who find you and he had looked between you and the blonde-haired guy with something more akin to confusion than anything, until he seemed to suddenly remember which way you swayed and had left mumbling “You can go back to what you were doing.”

It had completely killed the mood but you couldn’t help but laugh at what just happened and the poor boy that was still not decent looked completely lost and a tad hurt by your laugh.

It wasn’t the first and only time it had happened and even if at first it was funny, but with every time it happened you were the one getting surprised, it seemed they easily forgot your coming out, not that you really minded, but in the sense that it always made them stop for a few awkward moments whenever they found you with a guy which broke the mood each time.

One night, after reading an article about a gay bar getting burned and how people inside either burned alive or were beaten up as they were trying to escape, which made you decide that you could do something for the people of the same “unusual” attraction to help/protect them by creating a space they could go to without any fear. You had talked to you latest conquest about it, telling him to talk to people like you to tell them to come to The Garrison the next day.

You had everything planned, Arthur had left you alone to work the next day considering he had a lot of things to do with Tommy (understand here rackets) you had free reign over The Garrison.

You had everything planned, even in case the police would show up uninvited. You spend the day working so everything would be ready for the night to come. The day had been going too slowly for your taste as you’ve been quite excited about tonight and couldn’t wait for the day to end up so you tried to entertain yourself with the clients that were coming and going.

At 8pm the guy you had brought back home yesterday night walked in with a smile and came straight to the bar where you were cleaning some glasses.

“Hey. I told some of my friends about this place, you sure the scorchers won’t come here?”

“Don’t worry about them they’ll leave us alone. And if any arseholes come around and insults us well let’s say they’ll regret it quickly.”

He nodded and asked for a drink which you served to him with a wink. Both of you stayed here, discussing as slowly the room was filled with people. Each new customer that was here for the “other sexualities” first event got a free drink to start the night.

As the hours passed it seemed that the words got on to a lot of homosexuals persons. You felt proud behind the bar, observing everybody feeling free for the night.

Two lesbians were making out in a corner and dark-haired dude flirted with another one. You could feel how everyone was relaxed and it made you completely proud and a soft smile slipped on your face as you looked around.

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After a harsh day Arthur had decided to come to the Garrison, he still had a bit of blood on his cheek but he didn’t care, he really needed a drink.

He stepped inside the bar, ignoring all the hustle around him and going straight for the bar, sitting down and taking off his hat. Immediately a whisky ended up in front of him, he looked up and met your eyes, you were harbouring a grin and he couldn’t help but feel the corner of his lips rises against his will.

“Thanks brother.”

“You’re welcome, you seem to have had a long day!”

“Yeah you could say that…”, he replied, gulping his drink in one go before taking a look around, “There’s a lot of people, that’s good.”

You sighed in relief internally, everyone included you had took a deep breath, looking quite worried as he walked in the bar but he ignored all the people around both of you and quickly enough the atmosphere came back to what it was before, everyone relaxing again.

You stayed up until the early hours of the morning, serving people and discussing with them, though you mainly kept company to Arthur until he left and he didn’t seemed to care about the people around who didn’t seemed to fit the usual population he was around.

At around 4am the bar was empty and Arthur had since long been gone home. You made the patrons that were still here leave and then cleaned it before closing everything.

You stretched, breathing the smell of the early morning which always put you in a good mood, tonight even more as the night was a success, you felt extraordinarily happy that it worked the way you wanted, nobody came and questioned you about it, not even the police.

You walked back home, humming “Dance of the Knights” (yeah anachronistic but I’m obsessed with this song atm). You quietly slipped inside the family house, going to your bedroom, taking off your clothes and then slipping in the warmth of your bed, immediately falling asleep.

The next night, in the midst of all the gay people having fun your mother accompanied by Arthur walked in the bar, looking around a bit surprised. They sat to their usual seats, on a couch in a corner and waited for you to come and asks them for their drinks, observing you easily interacting with everybody with a grin on your face.

“Well kid you seem to know a lot of people.”

“Yeah, I’ve met a few of them and they brought their friends so I met them and everyone is nice.”

“Good, good.”

They asked for their drinks, you quickly made them and served them. Close from their spot you spotted a gay couple heavily making out, you noticed Arthur’s head went in their direction but he seemed to either ignore them or plainly not see them.

You stopped watching them, acting as if they were normal clients and not your family, they didn’t react much so you decided to concentrate on flirting with the pretty redhead dude in front of you, winking at him.

The night went great, your mother and older brother didn’t stay for too long before leaving to do their things as you stayed with Theo, a guy whom your family hired to help you as Arthur now worked more on the street than at The Garrison.

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Over the next few weeks The Garrison became a prominent safe place for gay people and even though some weird people could be find around it just to take out on “fags” and “dykes” you always took care of showing they shouldn’t mess with the people in here (nor the family owning the bar).

Your family often came around to discuss business and they hadn’t noticed anything, you supposed it was because they worked hard and didn’t have time to really think about it or because you were bringing a lot of clients and money to the bar.

Either way it seemed to be good “deal” for everyone and you clearly weren’t going to complain about it.

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A/N: Heya! I hope you enjoyed it, as you can see it seems a bit inachieved, I had no ideas on how to end up this story (and I’m a mess atm so it doesn’t help)

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The Introverted Twin

Summary - Being John B’s bookish twin isn’t easy. Especially with my best friend, Pope, being weird about me getting closer with JJ.

Warning: Smut

A/N: Thank you all for reading my first series. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. 😁

Catch up here: Ch 1, Ch 2, Ch 3, Ch 4, Ch 5, Ch 6, Ch 7, Ch 8, Ch 9

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Chapter 10

When I next open my eyes, I’m surprised to find myself alone. I reach for the nurse’s call button and notice the stiffness in my muscles. How long have I been unconscious? After I press the button, I see a note on my legs that I missed before.

Y/N – I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up. I’ll be back as fast as I can. Love, Bird

When the nurse comes in, she offers me a small smile, introduces herself, and begins checking me over.

“Nice to see you awake, Y/N. I need you to do me a favor and not try to talk. Your vocal chords are still swollen, and they need more rest. I am leaving a pad of paper and a pen for you to use. I need to call the doctor and let the police know you’re awake.” Using the paper and pen, I ask the nurse how long I was out of it. “3 days. Your brother and the injured blonde have been here the whole time. I don’t know what your relationship is with the blonde, but by the looks of it, he thinks the universe revolves around you. I’m not sure where they are now but I’ll call your brother to let him know you’re awake. I’ll be back soon.”

Thirty minutes later, Deputy Shoupe walks into my room with another officer.

“Ms Routledge, I’m happy you’re awake now. The nurse told me that you aren’t allowed to talk but please write your answers on the pad of paper, ok?” After I nod, he asks his first question.

“When you walked into the house, was Luke Maybank assaulting JJ?” I write ‘Yes’ and show the officers.

“Did you see JJ hit Luke or do anything else to defend himself?” This time, I write ‘No’ and wonder if JJ’s dad was trying to say JJ attacked him.

“To your knowledge, was this the first time Luke Maybank has abused his son?” I think for a few seconds and question what JJ said when asked this question. I tentatively point to my previously written ‘No’ and hope that JJ doesn’t hate me for this.

“Was this the first time you saw it happen?” I point to ‘Yes’ in response.

“How do you know it happened before?” I grumble a bit, wondering if the deputy doesn’t believe me. On a fresh sheet of paper, I write ‘JJ came to my house, had bruises, said it was his dad’.

“And you believed him?” I glare at Deputy Shoupe and aggressively point to ‘Yes’.

“And it happened more than once?” I tap on ‘Yes’ and try to convey my anger. The police can claim that they knew nothing about Luke’s abusive behavior as much as they want, but it was the worst kept secret in the Outer Banks. They are just as complicit in this as everyone else.

“When did it start?” I feel like I’m betraying JJ but write ‘After his mom left’.

I still remember the first day that JJ came to the Chateau covered in bruises. He told John B that it was a kook, but I’ve always been able to tell when he was lying. I took him into the bathroom to give him first aid and called him out on it. He finally admitted it was his dad but begged me not to tell my dad or JB. I still feel ashamed that I didn’t. I could have saved JJ so much pain.

“JJ said you tried to run away but his dad grabbed you. Where were you going?” I roll my eyes at the officer to show this is a stupid fucking question and write ‘To call ‪911‬’. It takes everything in me not to add ‘duh’ at the end.

“Did JJ try to get his dad to let you go?” I close my eyes, trying to block the image of Luke batting JJ down when JJ tried to help me. I point to ‘Yes’ and hope this is almost over.

“What happened?” I chew on my lip to keep my emotions in check and simply write ‘Luke hit him more’. I decide Shoupe will ask if he needs more detail than that.

“Did you try to intervene?” I want to yell out but instead hastily write ‘I pushed him off and tried to help JJ up’.

“But Luke stopped you?” Again, I roll my eyes at the stupid question and point to ‘Yes’.

“How?” I can’t write my response because my hands are shaking so much.

My panic attack comes quickly and the alarms on the monitors I’m still attached to start going off. The nurse rushes into the room at the same time my brother arrives. John B takes my hands and squeezes gently to get me to focus on him. Once the nurse decides I’m not having a medical crisis, she turns off the alarms.

“Deputy, I need you to leave. You’re upsetting Y/N too much. You can try again another time.” I look at her gratefully and then focus back on my brother.

Once everyone else has left, I pull my brother in for a hug and feel him start to sob into my shoulder. We hold each other for a few minutes, and I can’t help crying with him. After we let each other go, I pick up my pen and paper to ask the question I need the answer to the most. Is JJ ok?

“JJ was released from the hospital yesterday. The Heywards volunteered to take him in while his dad was in jail.” I must look confused at this new information because my brother adds in, “Pope and JJ seem ok. I don’t know, it’s a little weird. But Pope begged his dad to let JJ stay with them.”

I point back to my question, hoping my brother knows that I’m asking about JJ’s emotional wellbeing now. I can tell he understands when he starts fidgeting in his seat.

“JJ isn’t doing very well. Before he was discharged, he was here with you as long as the nurses would let him be. After getting discharged yesterday, he came right back and stayed with you last night. He’s angry at everyone most of the time but then he breaks down in tears when he’s here and thinks I’m sleeping. It’s been… a lot for him. I had to take him to the Heywards this morning for his first DCS visit. That’s where I was when you woke up. I got the call that you were awake right as I was dropping him off and he yelled at me when I told him I wouldn’t bring him back with me. I just… I know that DCS will take him away if he doesn’t do what they want and that would be worse for everyone.” I nod at my twin and grab his hand so he knows I think he did the right thing.

John B spends the next 15 minutes updating me on everything else I missed while I was out. Apparently, when Shoupe called DCS for JJ, he didn’t tell them about my involvement. He told John B that they’ve been keeping an eye on us and he didn’t want to bring DCS in unless absolutely necessary. I was surprised by this and JB shrugged while telling me that Shoupe said that they knew I was the one keeping us all alive before our dad disappeared and we’re less than a year from being legal adults anyway. JJ’s dad has been charged with assault and attempted murder based on what Kie and JJ reported to the police. JJ has refused to see him and DCS wants him to start therapy to deal with the abuse he endured. Kie and Pope have been to visit twice a day and they rotate through since there can only be two visitors at a time. Kie has been making sure that John B and JJ have been eating.

Even though I’ve only been awake for an hour, I feel exhausted. John B notices my eyes beginning to droop and he encourages me to nap. My nurse comes back in to offer me pain medication, but I refuse despite every inch of my body throbbing. I worry that I won’t be able to wake back up quickly when JJ gets here and I desperately need to see him.

Unfortunately, that worry was baseless because JJ doesn’t come.

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It’s been two days since I woke up and JJ still hasn’t been to see me. I don’t understand why and the worry is eating at me. John B said that he was angry at everyone, but I didn’t think that included me. I guess I was wrong.

“How was speech therapy today?” My brother pulls me from my thoughts of JJ for the third time today and it takes me a second to respond. I’m only allowed to speak with my therapist, so I need to write out how much it sucks. I had my first session on the day I woke up and the therapist has been back twice daily since then. The doctor told me that I have nerve damage to one of my vocal chords and that it can take time for it to heal.

Before he can ask me another question, I ask him about JJ. “I don’t know what his problem is. Pope said he isn’t talking to anyone other than Mr Heyward. And before you ask, I don’t know why he’s talking to Mr Heyward when he won’t talk to the rest of us. I’ve been letting Kie worry about that so I can just focus on you.”

I know my brother has spent every possible minute at the hospital and I can see the effect this has had on him. He is exhausted from trying to sleep in the uncomfortable chair next to my bed. I’ve tried to send him home to sleep but he won’t go. He also hasn’t been eating much but he claims he just doesn’t want to rub it in since I’m still not allowed to eat yet. When Sarah was visiting earlier, she confirmed my suspicion that he was lying about that, so I’ll need to keep harassing him.

I write that he isn’t allowed to stay tonight and Sarah will be here ‪at 8pm‬ to get him. He tries to argue with me but we both know that I’ll win, especially with Sarah on my side. When he finally leaves, I let myself break down completely for the first time. The physical pain is overwhelming but it’s nothing compared to the fear, stress, guilt, worry, anger, and frustration I’m feeling inside.

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I wake up in the middle of the night to the feel of calloused fingers tracing along my skin. At first, I worry I was dreaming but when my eyes open, I find my favorite blue eyes staring into mine. JJ is frozen in place, allowing me to grab his hands before he can move away. He finally relaxes and I release one of his hands so I can tenderly caress his bruised face. He leans toward me and rest his forehead to mine.

“Sunshine, I’m so fucking sorry. I will never forgive my dad for what he did to you. I will never forgive myself for letting it happen.” I try to give him a reassuring kiss, but he pulls away. “I shouldn’t be here. I just needed to see for myself that you’re ok.”

I start to panic at his words and tighten my hold on his hand so he can’t leave. I know I’m not allowed to talk but this is too important. I can’t let JJ think this is his fault. I need him to know that I love him.

“J…” I croak out. My voice is hoarse and I need to take a small break between each word but I push through it. “I… love… you… I… need… you… Please… stay…”

JJ collapses on top of me and sobs into my chest. I run my hands through his hair to soothe him and start to cry too.

“I thought I lost you, Sunshine. I thought you wouldn’t want to see me after… after what my dad did. I’m… I’m so sorry… When I woke up when they were putting me in the ambulance, I thought… I thought he killed you. I needed to see that you were ok. And then you kept passing out… I was so worried that you would pass out and would never… would never wake up again. When it happened the last time and you didn’t wake up… I lost my mind. Then you did when I… when I wasn’t here. I guess I just thought it was the universe telling me that you… that you’re better off without me. I tried to stay away but I’m too selfish. I had to see you again, even if you were asleep.”

When both of our tears run dry, JJ sits up slightly, but I don’t let him get out of arms reach, still afraid he’ll bolt. I grab my pen and paper and write that I was afraid he was angry with me that his dad is now in jail.

“What?! No! Of course not! I never want to see him again. I told Shoupe everything. I hope he fucking dies in there.” He climbs into the hospital bed, wraps his arms around my shoulders, and gently pulls me into his side to cuddle. I feel the remaining tension in my body melt away now that I’m in his arms.

“Listen, I… I know the last time we talked I said we were a mistake. I’m sorry. I thought I was doing what was best for you so you wouldn’t have to choose. I need you to know that you, us… we are the best thing that has ever happened to me. We could never be a mistake.”

I lean my face up and kiss him gently. His arm tightens around me to pull me closer and I wince at the pressure of his arm on my ribs. He releases me immediately and I need to grab his hand again before he tries to withdraw his arm completely. We wordlessly compromise on a position change and we quickly fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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Two weeks later

“Sunshine, John B is pulling up the van now. You ready?” I give him a thumbs up as I switch over to the wheelchair. When he pushes me outside a minute later, I cry in relief.

The doctors wanted me to go to a rehab place to continue with my therapy, but I refused, desperate to get home. After some haggling, we agreed on a plan that none of us are happy with. I am being discharged home under 2 conditions: I come to the hospital every weekday for a session with my Speech Therapist and I only talk when I’m at my sessions. My nerve to my right vocal chord is still damaged from the pressure of Luke’s thumb. The doctors are concerned I’ll need a minor surgery, but my therapist thinks I just need more time. I have a follow up with the whole team ‪in two weeks‬ to decide.

When we get back to the Chateau, Kie, Pope, and Sarah are there with a welcome home banner, balloons, and flowers. JJ guides me inside and begins to mother over me as I get settled. He’s been like this since the night he came to visit me. I’m honestly surprised he didn’t try to carry me from the van to the couch. Once he’s confident I’m settled comfortably, he moves so the others can see me. None of them have been able to visit much because of the hospital’s two visitor rule so they are quick to surround me.

“Y/N, I’m so happy you’re home!” Kie throws her arms around me and I’m surprised to see tears when she pulls away. I remind myself of the scene she walked into at the Maybank house and ask her how she’s doing using my trusty pen and paper. She rolls her eyes at me and tells me not to worry about her, but I make a mental note to check in with her daily.

Sarah and Kie spend the next hour filling me in on everything I’ve missed over the past three weeks. I tune them out, giving the perfunctory responses when needed, and look over at Pope. He’s watching me from the other seat, and I can’t tell what’s he’s thinking. I offer him a cautious smile and he returns it but that’s it. Whenever he has visited the hospital with Kie, he asks how I’m doing and then let’s Kie do the rest of the talking. Other than the brief interaction we had in the emergency room before my surgery, we haven’t had a substantive conversation. I actually thought through how that conversation would go multiple times in the hospital and even wrote out my parts in my notebook for when he’s ready. But I won’t push him now since I’m just happy to have him here at this point. JJ said they talked it out but won’t give me anymore details. I guess, for now, I just need to wait him out.

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Two weeks later

“Give me the keys, JB.” My brother’s eyes widen at the sound of my voice and he rushes over to me, hugs me tightly, and spins me around in celebration.

“You’re cleared?” I roll my eyes at my twin’s stupid question.

“Nope, I decided to say ‘Fuck them, I know best’ and start talking and driving without their approval.” Like always, he does not appreciate my sarcasm. It’s finally feeling like my life is getting back to normal.

“Can we go back to you not talking again? I think I liked you better silent.”

“Whatever, give me the damn keys.” He tosses them to me and smiles proudly.

In the five weeks since the night from hell (everyone else calls it the ‘incident’), I have had to rely on everyone else for almost everything. When I was in the hospital, it was the hospital personnel, my brother, or JJ. After I was discharged, it was all of the Pogues. Kie and Sarah appointed themselves my stylists (I think they were just taking advantage of me being unable to argue with them about it) while John B took over all the household duties (and confessed that he has a new appreciation of everything I do for him). Pope has been the ‘runner’, taking every opportunity to get out of the Chateau to go pick up anything we need. He’s still withdrawn around me, but I catch him watching me whenever JJ is close.

As for JJ, every waking moment has been spent by my side. Mr Heyward has a strict rule that JJ needs to sleep at their house every night for now and, surprisingly, JJ has complied. He leaves ‪at 11:45pm‬ each night and returns ‪at 7am‬ the following morning. Since I’ve been so tired while my body recovers, I’ve fallen asleep and woken up with his arms around me, only aware that he left because he tells me.

“You’re completely cleared? Ribs too?” he asks from the passenger seat.

“Yep, my ribs are almost fully healed and the nerve to my vocal chord is good to go. I need to go back in 2 months for a follow up but that’s it.”

“Thank fuck! Being the responsible one is exhausting.” I chuckle at my brother, glad that he got a taste of my life for a while. “What are we going to do today?”

“I am dropping you off at Sarah’s for the day. You need to start paying attention to her again. I’ll be fine and I have other things to do.” I turn my head towards him and waggle my eyebrows. He pretends to gag and looks away.

“Ew, I don’t want to know about that!”

After I drop John B off at Sarah’s, I text JJ to meet me at the Chateau in 30 minutes. I arrive before him as planned and take a quick shower. I put on light makeup, trying to replicate the look Sarah gave me for our date, and change into the other dress that Sarah left here when she helped me get ready. I give myself a once over when I hear the door open and JJ call out my name.

“Sunshine, you in here?” he calls from the other side of the door. When I open it for him, he is stunned into silence. His gaze rakes up and down my body and I smile when he returns his eyes to my face.

“Hi, J,” I smile as we lock eyes. “Guess what?”

“You’re talking…” He looks at me in awe. “Are you… did they say you’re ok?”

In response, I step closer to him, place his hands on my hips, and wrap my arms around his neck. He has been hesitant to touch me during my recovery, so I know that I’m going to need to show him that I’m not as fragile as he thinks.

“I am more than ok. I have you.” I give him a tender kiss but pull back before he can deepen it. I have too much to say now that I have my voice back. I guide him over to my bed and get comfortable so we can talk. Before I start, I reach into my bedside table and pull out one of my most prized possessions. “JJ, I am so in love with you. I have been since my 10th birthday party when you gave me this bracelet.”

“You still have this? Didn’t your dad have to cut it off when you sprained your wrist?”

“I saved it from the garbage in the middle of the night. You were the first person outside of my dad and JB who made me feel special. I’ve spent the last month trying to figure out how to tell you how much you mean to me. But I can’t find the words. I just love you and can’t imagine my life without you.”

JJ stares into my eyes as his brim with tears. I gently brush his tears away and cup his cheek with my hand. He leans into my touch and closes his eyes for a moment.

“I thought I was going to lose you, Sunshine. I thought my dad… I thought he killed you. And then you woke up and I thought you would never want to see me again. But you… you still love me. After everything, you still want me. I… no one… after my mom… Thank you.”

I kiss him tenderly and move to straddle his lap so I can be as close to him as possible. This time his hands settle on my hips without me prompting him. I deepen the kiss and feel his hands move to my ass. My hands move into his hair and I tug slightly, eliciting a moan. I kiss down to his neck and suck gently on his skin, leaving a small mark. I kiss back up to his lips and JJ takes over.

He stands up slightly, gripping my thighs tightly, and lays me down on my bed. He hovers over me, kissing me roughly while one hand moves under my dress. He pulls back and looks at me in surprise when he realizes I’m not wearing any panties. I smirk at him and bite my lower lip. He moves back to my mouth quickly and takes my lower lip into his mouth, biting slightly. His hand covers my bare ass and squeezes firmly, earning the moan that he was aiming for, as his mouth moves down my neck and sucks harshly, likely leaving a much larger mark than I gave him. He kisses his way back up and licks his tongue along my ear lobe. I whimper in disappointment when he removes his hand from under my dress causing him to chuckle as he covers my breast. He teases my nipple over my dress, discovering that I’m also not wearing a bra, which spurs him to kiss down my neck to my shoulder and uses his teeth to move my dress strap down.

I revel in the feel of JJ’s hands and mouth on me for a few moments before I move my hands under his shirt. I’m nervous he will stop me again, so I quickly unbutton his pants and slip my hand in to feel his erection. He shudders when I wrap my fingers around him. He looks back up to my face, trying to read my intentions.

“J, I want you. Now.”

Suddenly, he’s standing up and pulling me to sit on the edge of the bed. He slowly pulls his shirt over his head and pushes his shorts to the ground. His large erection is evident and I’m suddenly nervous. I slowly reach out and trace my hands along the band of his boxer briefs. He lifts my face up so he can see my eyes. While holding his gaze, I pull down his remaining article of clothing and trail my hands up his legs. I lean my head forward as I wrap my fingers around him. When my tongue circles around the tip, he hisses and squeezes his eyes shut.

“Look at me, J.” When he opens his eyes, I bring the tip into my mouth and suck slightly. His hands move to my hair and I can feel the tension coiling in him.

“Fuck, Sunshine…” I slowly bring him into my mouth as far as I can, and his hands tighten in my hair.

As I hollow out my cheeks and suck hard, he groans, giving me the confidence I need to keep going. My hands move to his ass and I set a steady pace, alternating between sucking the tip, licking from the base to the head, and bringing him in and out of my mouth.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa…” JJ steps back. “I want to be inside you when I cum. And if you keep doing that, I won’t last.” I smile smugly at him, happy that I can make him as flustered as he is right now.

He pulls me to my feet and takes my spot on the bed, moving me to stand between his legs. “You going to keep that dress on?”

I take his hand and move it to my back, silently asking him to unzip me. After he does, I let my arms down and allow my dress to pool around my feet. JJ’s eyes and hands explore my naked body and he tenderly brushes over my newly formed scars. Before he can think about what caused those scars, I climb onto his lap and reach over to my still opened bedside table. I hand him the condom and wait impatiently as he puts it on.

Both of his hands settle on my hips and he looks back at me to make sure I want to do this. I move closer to his torso and he gently settles me on top of him. To distract from the initial discomfort, JJ kisses my breast while teasing the other nipple with his fingers. I throw my head back at the deluge of sensations and start moving my hips slowly when I’m ready.

“Fuck, J… this is… umm…” I stop trying to talk once his thumb moves to my clit. I gasp at the added stimulation and can feel him smile against my breast.

He allows me to set the pace of my hips but gets impatient when I become too overwhelmed to move. His hand that isn’t tweaking my nipple moves to my ass and he starts moving me quicker. I feel lightheaded as my internal muscles clench around him. Without pulling out of me, he flips us over so I can lay down on the bed. He kisses up to my mouth and pulls his face away slightly.

“I love you, Sunshine.”

“I love you, JJ.”

He rocks back and forth while continuing to make figure 8s on my clit. As he feels me getting close to my release, he slows down. He repeats this over and over and each time I get closer and closer to letting go.

“Please J…” I beg. He looks triumphant as he starts to rub my clit faster and pumps into me harder with each thrust. When my orgasm hits, I scream out his name and dig my fingers into his biceps. JJ cums quickly afterwards and collapses next to me, both of us out of breath.

“Wow…” I say as he cleans up. “That was amazing.”

He climbs back into bed and cuddles into me. We fall asleep in each other’s arms, both blissfully happy.

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When I wake up an hour and a half later, I untangle myself from JJ and get dressed again. I leave him a note and rush out to find my best friend. This time, I go to our spot first and am happy to find him at our picnic table.

“Hey Pope,” I say quietly. He jumps at my voice and looks at me with tear-filled eyes. “Why are you crying?”

“I didn’t think I’d hear your voice again.” He jumps and runs over to give me a fierce hug. After he finally lets me go, we sit down in our usual places at the table. “I’m sorry I’ve been so weird lately.”

“Are you… are you still mad at me?”

“No… it’s just hard. Seeing you that night in the emergency room was the worst moment of my life. All I wanted to do was hold you and make you feel better. But I couldn’t then, and I can’t now. That’s JJ’s job… I wanted to hate you for picking him. I wanted to hate him for… being able to be with you. But almost losing you changed all of us. I can see now that he loves you, really loves you. When you were out for those 3 days, I’ve never seen him like that. My dad was the only person he would talk to. He wouldn’t eat or drink. It was like how JB was after your dad went missing. I realized that if I don’t get to be with you, I want you to be with someone who loves you like that. But it still hurts. It’s why I keep offering to go to the store or pick up food. It’s hard to see how you two look at each other. But I’m working through it.”

“I’m so sorry Pope. I never… I didn’t mean… I’m sorry.” He smiles softly at me and shakes his head.

“No, Y/N. You don’t need to apologize.”

“Still best friends?”

“Of course. I just need some more time to adjust.” I reach over and take his hands in mine, fighting back tears. We sit like this for a little bit before I head back home.

During my drive back to the Chateau, I think about how much my life has changed over the past two months. The physical and emotional pain have been devastating at times, but I can’t bring myself to regret any of it. I don’t know what the future brings with Luke Maybank’s trial and deciding what to do with my life after high school, but this is the first time in my life that I feel excited about what comes next.

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Sunflower - Harry Styles AU Series (Volume 2)

The year is 1977 and it’s officially summertime. Y/N is spending it with her family at the Malibu Breeze Hotel, where she meets, aspiring musician, Harry Styles. The two clash in the beginning, but soon realize they may just need each other in the end. Find out just how life changing one summer can be in Sunflower, a Harry Styles AU.

Here is the 2nd part to Sunflower. Hope you enjoy it!

Let me know what you think!

Vol. 1 <--- please read first! :)

Word Count: 3,381

I pulled the blankets over my head trying to block the sun that was now shining directly into our window. My body was already feeling the lack of sleep from the previous night as I laid there. Marianne and I had gotten back into the room just after two in the morning. Luckily, our parents were heavy sleepers and didn’t hear us coming in. They would ask though, about the party and what time we got back in, and I knew I would have to lie to them.

Lying was something I rarely did, while Marianne was the expert. Groaning, I sat up in the bed, running my hands over my face and rubbing my sleepy eyes. I looked over at my sister, who was still fast asleep and snoring like a freight train. I rolled my eyes and threw the blanket to the side, placing my feet on the floor. I stretched my arms over my head before standing up and walking into the bathroom.

I jumped back a little at the sight of myself in the mirror. My hair was a mess and what little makeup I had on the night before was all over my face. But most important, I smelled. If I could smell the scent of both fire and weed smoke, I knew my parents would too. I quickly washed my face, brushed my teeth, and went back into the room to look through my bag. I took a candle I brought from home and lit it, hoping it would help the scent go away from my parents make their way into our room.

Once the candle was lit, I grabbed my dress and Marianne’s clothes and took them into the bathroom. I ran the water in the tub and threw them in there to give them a quick wash to help with the smell. I had seen Marianne do this on more than one occasion. After they had soaked for a bit, I drained the water and squeezed out the excess water from our clothes.

“God, what are you doing,” Marianne groaned from her bed. “You’re so annoying and what is that smell.”

“Lavender,” I told her,hanging up our clothes. “And it’s better than the weed smell you brought in last night.”

“You’re so uptight, Y/N,” she said. “A little weed isn’t going to kill you.”

“Maybe not, but Mom and Dad smelling it on us, just might,” I said.

“Why are you so afraid of being in trouble?” She asked. “You try so hard to be a little miss perfect, that you’re missing out on so much.”

“Did you ever think that’s your fault?” I snapped. “I see all the shit you’ve done and how that affects our parents, so excuse me if I don’t want to make it even worse by being like you.”

Marianne’s mouth quickly snapped shut as she stared at me, “And maybe I am the way I am because of you. To always be compared to you… that I should be just like you.”

“Well, maybe if you didn’t make stupid decisions in the first place, there would be no comparison,” I told her.

“Fuck you,” she snapped going into the bathroom, slamming the door again.

I sighed, shaking my head instantly regretting more words to her, but it was the truth and sometimes the truth hurts. I got out one of my bathing suits from the drawer and changed into it. I pulled on my cover up and braided my hair to the side before grabbing my sunglasses and bag. Our parents were most likely waiting for us for breakfast before heading to the beach in a few hours, so I headed to the dining hall, leaving Marianne to fend for herself.

On my way to the dining hall, I noticed Jasper standing near the front door of the hotel. He was standing with two others and quickly recognized one of them as Harry, the lead singer of the house band I had met just a few hours ago. Jasper caught my eye and gave me a wave with a wink. I returned a wave and a small smile to him, when I noticed Harry looking over in my direction. His lips were pulled up into a smirk before turning his back towards me.

So, he really was always a jerk, apparently, I thought. The rest of my walk to meet my parents, I thought about the night before. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t enjoy some of what happened last night. I didn’t care about the smoking, the drinking, the fucking, but I was very fascinated with Harry’s band and the live music aspect of the party. He looked like he was exactly where he wanted to be.

I wanted that, to feel that, to feel like I’m exactly where I want and that’s singing my songs to a crowd of people. Shaking those thoughts from my head, I walk over to my family’s table and see my parents already sitting down with their breakfast plates in front of them.

“Morning,” I smiled hugging the both of them.

“Oh, there’s my girl,” my mom smiled.

“How was the sunrise?” my dad asked.

“Oh um, actually, I uh, didn’t get up to see it,” I told him, taking my seat across the table.

“You and Marianne weren’t out too late were you?” He asked.

My palms started to sweat and my throat felt dry as I tried to decipher what would come out of my mouth next, “No, Daddy,” I said. “I was just tired from the long day yesterday.”

“Was the party a good time?” He asked. “Meet some new friends.”

I took a sip of my orange juice, “I met a few people, I wouldn’t say we’re friends. And it was nifty.”

“Well, I think it would be good for you to make some friends while we’re here, dear,” my mother said. “It’ll give you the experience you need before heading to university.”

“Your mother’s right,” my father nodded. “Now, we’re not telling you to go out and be like your sister, but it would be nice for you to spend time with others your age.”

I sat there, speechless, as I let my parent’s words sink in. Am I really that pathetic? Yes, I didn’t really have all that many friends over the years and while I did attend a few gatherings, it wasn’t a whole lot. Maybe they’re right… I mean Marianne, my parents, and even two strangers like Jasper and Harry practically told me to loosen up a bit.

And maybe I will.

After the mild interrogation at breakfast, I went back up to the room to get my guitar. Marianne had left, probably to meet up with the group from last night at the beach, at least that’s where I hope she went. I picked up my guitar case and my journal before going down to the beach. It wasn’t overly packed yet, still being pretty close to the start of the summer, so I was able to find an abandoned section to mess around my guitar.

I had been working on a song for the past week and it was still missing something. I popped open the case, getting my cherry Gibson Hummingbird out. I sat down on the sand, leaning up against a rock, as I strummed the chords I had previously written down. Traveling had messed with the tune of the guitar, so I tuned it up before playing the chords again.

Glancing down at my journal, I softly sang the lyrics I had been working on.

“The stars shine bright up in the night sky

I see the light inside your eyes

They tell me everything I need to know,

that your hand is the one I wanna hold,

forever and a day,

we lay side by side, together,

just you and I.”

I sighed not being able to match my melody with the chords of the guitar. Several minutes had passed and I was so lost in the song, I hadn’t heard anyone nearby until I heard the familiar voice of Jasper.

“I didn’t know you played,” Jasper said.

“Do you always do that or am I a lucky one?” I sighed.

“Do what?” He asked sitting down in the sand next to me.

“Sneak up and start flappin’ your lips instead of saying hello,” I said putting my guitar to the side.

“Oh, that’s just me,” he laughed.

“How much did you hear?” I winced.

“Enough to know you got a hell of a voice,” he said.

“T-thank you,” I said.

“And I think you might dig this, if you wanna check it out,” he said, handing me a folded up piece of paper.

Scrunching my eyebrows looking at him, I take the paper from his hand. Unfolding it, I realize it’s a flyer.

“Talented Female Singer Wanted for Band. Auditions Friday @ 8pm. Bungalow Valley.”

“What is this?” I asked him.

“Harry’s been trying to book a gig over at the 5th & Monterey Club, but they’re booked solid with bands, they want something “different” to throw in the mix, so Harry thought bringing a fox into the band might put them up on the list,” he said.

“Let me guess, his plan is to put another female backup singer in his band to make him see far out?” I asked. “But there’s already a girl in the band, why does he need another?”

Jasper shrugged, “Hey, I mind my potatoes for the most part, he asked me to pass these around to anyone I thought fit, and you got it.”

“You do realize he doesn’t like me, right?” I asked him. “Even if I consider going, he would laugh in my face as soon as I walked in.”

“Maybe, but as soon as you sang him a song, he’d be laughing a different tune,” he said.

“Why do you want me to do this, you don’t even know me,” I asked him.

“Honestly, hell if I know,” he laughed.

Before I could respond, he got up, brushing the sand from his ass, and walked away. I sighed looking down at the flyer again. My parents talked about me having experiences this summer, Marianne told me to start living life, and now Jasper put a sign right into my hands. Maybe this was something I needed to consider, it was what I wanted to do, right? Of course, I would rather not be some egotistical lead singer’s backup, but everyone had to start somewhere.

This was my somewhere.

The day of the audition had arrived, I still debated with myself on if I wanted to even go. I had been working on a song, wondering if I should do a cover or an original song, a decision I still hadn’t figured out. During all of this, Marianne and I weren’t talking since our conversation the morning after the party. Our parents hadn’t noticed all that much because we barely saw them to be honest.

After a few days of vacationing, my father went back into business mode, while my mother had found a group of other wives to spend her days with and Marianne was flocking around with her bunch. All of that left me with plenty of time to myself, which I didn’t mind one bit. I was in the room, rummaging through the clothes I had brought, trying to pick an outfit to wear.

Normally, I didn’t put much thought into what I was wearing, just grabbing a few pieces, hoping they matched and went on about my day. But for some reason, I felt like I had to make a good impression. Biting my lip, I looked at all of my threads scattered on the bed. Just before I could pick something, Marianne burst through the door. I jumped trying to hide everything, but it was too late.

This was the first time we had really come face to face in days and I wasn’t sure how this interaction would go.

“What’re you doing?” She asked, glancing back forth from the small pile of clothes on the floor and the wince on my face.

“I uh-” I stuttered.

Her gaze quickly went down to the colored flyer and she picked it up. “This is why you’ve had that guitar glued to you?”

I sighed, sitting down on the bed, not saying anything. I was waiting for her to say some smartass comment or to just go about what she was doing, but instead she took a seat next to me on the bed.

“You should do it,” she said.

“What?” I asked looking over at her.

“Y/N, I know we don’t get along and we aren’t close, but I know this… this music thing is what you want…” she said.

I scrunch my eyebrows in confusion.

“Y/N, you always are writing something in that notebook or strumming your guitar, you’re good, and this is what you’re meant to do,” she said. “I know if Daddy wasn’t pushing you to go to university, you would be giving it a shot, and here it is practically thrown at your feet. You would be stupid not to take this chance.”

“And if I don’t make it?” I asked. “If I’m not what they’re looking for?”

“Then fuck ‘em,” she smiled. “Wanna wear something of mine?”

“Uh… sure?” I said looking at my minimal clothing options.

“I have the perfect thing,” she said.

An hour later, I was dressed in a pair of my bell bottoms and a crocheted halter top of Marianne’s. She even did my hair and makeup before sending me on my way. I stood outside of the Bungalow Valley, which was the name of where the staff of the hotel lived. There was an empty house that the band used for rehearsals and was where the auditions were being held.

Bungalow Valley looked completely different compared to the night of the party. It was calm and quiet, only the sounds of the ocean filling the air. Even with the cool breeze of the night, I was sweating the closer I got. I stopped just in front, contemplating my next move, but then Marianne’s words and actions played over in my head. Closing my eyes, I breathed in and out before putting my hand on the doorknob and walked inside.

The first thing I noticed was how many girls were there to audition. I hate to judge, but it was obvious that many of them were using this as a way to get closer to Harry, than actually sing because they were barely dressed and didn’t even have a guitar. There were a few others, who looked as if they were reading over lyrics of a song they would be singing, and those were more than likely my competition.

There was a crappy table set up across the room with four empty chairs. I looked around for an empty spot, but there wasn’t one. I made due leaning against the wall and setting my guitar case against me as I waited. I had never been to an audition before, so I wasn’t sure how things were supposed to go. However, I’m pretty sure this was a hot unorganized mess. I sighed, taking my journal out and reading over the lyrics while I continued to wait.

A few minutes later, someone emerged from the back room, it was Jasper.

“Ladies, welcome, welcome, you’re all lookin’ lovely tonight,” he said. “I’m Jasper and we’ll be getting this going in a bit, but first, pass this around and write your name down. This will be the order of tonight’s audition.” He held out a clipboard to one of the girl’s and everyone quickly circled around there.

I sighed waiting for the chaos to disperse before adding my name. Of course, that meant I was the very last person. I handed the clipboard back to Jasper and he smiled.

“Shut it,” I warned.

He laughed, taking the clipboard with a nod and headed back behind the door. I sighed going back over to my spot and decided on sitting down, knowing it would be a while. I glanced at my watch and saw things were already running behind, which wasn’t looking great on my end.

Another five minutes passed before Jasper and others came out. Almost every girl in attendance practically screamed with excitement, while I rolled my eyes.

“I’m sure everyone knows the band, we’ve got Mitch, Adam, Sarah, and of course, Mr. Harry Styles. We’re lookin for a groovy chick that can hold her own with the band. Everyone gets one song and we’ll ask a few questions and then we’ll let you know once a decision has been made,” Jasper said. “Let’s get this show on the road!”

The first girl takes her place in front of the table. She moved hair out of her face and her smile was way too wide. Her outfit consisted of a short dress that looked more like a shirt and tall go-go boots to match. I glanced over at Harry and saw his lips in a smirk. Now, I really started to wonder if they were actually looking for a trophy or someone to really add something to the band. As soon as she opened her mouth to sing, she sounded more like a wounded bird than on pitch and that little smirk on Harry’s lips quickly disappeared.

Maybe I was wrong.

Almost two hours had passed before it was even close to being my turn. The competition was about half and half, but there wasn’t anyone who came close to me. I’m never one to toot my own horn, but I was happy to toot it in front of all these ladies. When the last two before me were going, I got myself ready. Everyone else had left after their audition, apparently there would be a party sometime after the auditions they needed to get ready for.

I waited for the last girl to make her away from the table before I headed for my spot, but Harry started getting up.

“Um, excuse me,” I said.

“Can I help you?” Harry asked, turning around.

“I’m here to audition,” I told him.

“Oh, uh, about that, sorry, we’ve seen enough today and we ran out of time,” he said. “Besides you’re not really what we’re lookin for, love.”

“You don't even know me,” I stated. “How could you possibly know if I’m what you’re looking for or not.”

“Harry, man, give her a chance,” Jasper said.

“You hittin’ that?” Harry asked, nodding over towards me.

“In his dreams,” I rolled my eyes. “Look, I wasted two hours of my life listening to miserable wannabe groupies sing their little hearts out, so I think I deserve a minute of your time just like they did.”

The members of the band and Jasper snickered.

“She’s right, man,” Mitch said. “One more won’t hurt.”

“Fine, one song,” Harry rolled his eyes.

I took a deep breath, my hands a little shaky as I set my guitar. I picked at the strings, playing the opening chords of the song I had been working on the past week.

“The stars shine bright up in the night sky

I see the light inside your eyes

They tell me everything I need to know,

that your hand is the one I wanna hold,

forever and a day,

we lay side by side, together,

just you and I.”

I closed my eyes as I sang, letting the melody and lyrics take me away. I no longer cared about the people standing in front of me, judging me, I was doing what I felt I was born to do. And I would do it whether they, he, wanted me or not.

When I hit the final note and picked the final chord, I opened my eyes to see everyone staring at me. It was awkward, standing there, not sure what to do.

Harry cleared his throat, his facial expression had softened as he looked at me, “We’ll let you know.”

And with that, I gathered my things and headed out. Whatever happened next for me was now in his hands.

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country-club · 4 years

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Games #3

#1 / #2

*gif not mine* Warnings: mentions of puke and embarassment Wordcount: 1.959

> Remember Rafe owing you a tour?

Yesterday you hung out with Sarah and her friends. It was fun, though you were left with a headache. Thanks to JJ. The day went by rather quickly and around 8pm you called your friends to play a game of skribbl, an online drawing game. They updated you on what’s going on at home and your ‘ex’. Were you technically dating? You can’t say for sure. But it felt like you did. He quit talking to you a week before you left. In return, you told your friends about your newly made friends and Rafe. Do you like him? It’s too early to say. Is he cute? Yes. Picture? Haven’t got one. How old is he? He looks 18/19. Does he have any cute friends? Well, there’s Topper.

“Oooh, I can be his bottom!” One of your friends cheered.

“I’ll let him know, hon.” You replied.

“Yall I’m beating your asses. Do you want to play or talk about y/n’s boyhunt?” One of the guys asks. You finished the game and continued talking. One of your friends sent you a link over chat.

“Is this him, y/n?” She asks. You clicked it and found Rafe’s Instagram page. It only had a few pictures, the latest being one of him, Topper and another boy, tagged as Kelce.

“Yep, that’s him.” You scrolled through his pictures. Sarah had commented on one of his pictures. You tapped her name and looked through her feed as well. Not much here either. What about the other Pogues? Kiara was the only one you could find. The boys probably didn’t care much about social media. Kiara had some photos of baby turtles on the beach, a few of her looking stunning in every outfit she wore and 2 pictures with the boys. You sent the pictures to your friends.

“Ok, so Kiara is the girl, the boy on her left is John B, the one behind her is Pope and the blonde one is JJ.”

“Y/n, you have been blessed, you know that?”

“Are all the boys in Outer Banks this attractive?” Your friends asked. You nodded.

“Most of them are.”

“So, will you leave any for us?”

“I think John B and Sarah are dating, and Pope looked like he has a thing for Kiara. But I’ll introduce you for sure.”

“What’s JJ short for?”

“Yeah, and why is it John B? How many John’s can there be on an island?” You weren’t sure. You discussed possible names and theories. It was about 11pm when you said goodbye and hung up.

You walked downstairs to stretch your legs, debating whether or not you should go for a walk. Hmm, yes. You grabbed a hoodie, put on some sneakers and out you went. Putting on some music and shuffling through your playlist. The sky was clear, and you could see the moon and stars above you. Your guilty pleasure started playing and you almost bumped into a lamppost, trying not to make dance moves whilst walking. You walked past Sarah’s house and got caught in the headlights of a car on their driveway. You almost had a heart attack. Taking out the earpiece your shyly waved at whoever was inside. They turned the lights off. You saw a tall figure getting out of the car. Rafe.

“Hey, y/n. What are you doing out?”

“Hey, Rafe. What are you doing alone inside your car, on the driveway, at 11:30 at night?”

“I asked you first.” He said playfully.

“Just taking a walk.”

“I was about to head over to Kelce.” Kelce was the guy from his Instagram picture.

“Was?” Rafe laughed. You walked closer to him, so you could actually see his face and stop talking loudly outside.

“Didn’t think I would run into you.” What did he mean by that? Is he not going to go to Kelce because of you or does he-. Your thoughts were interrupted by Rafe’s voice. He must have noticed your confusion. “I believe I promised you a tour.” It took you a second to realize what he was talking about. You had asked him to show you around Outer Banks yesterday.

“Right, you owed me one.” Rafe nodded to his car and opened the door for you. You got in and pulled the door close. Rafe got in behind the wheel. He looked extremely good tonight. His hair wasn’t as slicked back as usual. It made him look softer. It wasn’t hot at all outside, yet he was still wearing shorts. What is it with boys and shorts even though it’s cold?

The two of you drove around Figure 8 for a while and continued on The Cut. Rafe didn’t talk much, so it was up to you. “Do you want to play 20 questions?” Rafe looked over to you.

“Only if we can take turns.” He said. Alright now you just had to think of a question. You still wanted to know what happened two nights ago. Who he had fought and why. It’s too forward.

“What was your favorite dinosaur as a child?” Rafe didn’t have to think about it.

“Triceratops.” He said.

“Still is, am I right?” You didn’t really ask. They are simply the best. Rafe took his time to come up with a question.

“Alright, if you could find out how you were going to die, would you want to know?” Well goodbye dinosaur talk.

“I don’t think I would. No matter how much I hate surprises, I’d rather not be scared of cars or bathrooms for the rest of my life, you know?”

“Why would you be scared of bathrooms?”

“I don’t know I once read that a ton of people have died in bathrooms. It’s where a lot of accidents happen you know.” He looked at you, a bit confused, amused and impressed.

“If you could go back in time to change something, what would it be?” Rafe sighed.

“Not using my dad’s money to buy a bike.” You wanted to ask more questions, but he wouldn’t let you. “I don’t want to talk about that.” Rafe added. He stopped the car. “Can I show the around the boneyard?” This is starting to sound like The Lion King. Elephant graveyard? You opened the car door and got outside, as did Rafe. Rafe locked the car and led you to the beach. There were tree trucks and branches around the beach. It does kind of look like a boneyard.

“What do you think is the ugliest animal in the world?” Rafe asked. Right 20 questions. Truth or dare, without the dare part. You had to think for a minute. What is the ugliest animal?

“Those birds from the Jungle Book. They scream so loud.”

“Vultures?” Yep those, you nodded. You were walking on the boneyard and couldn’t see much. You tried to be careful enough to not trip and make yourself look like a fool. The stars were still very pretty. You could see the Little Bear, it kind of looks like a saucepan. And there you go. Your foot got stuck on a tree branch. However, before you could hit the ground you could feel two arms holding you up. You stood up straight again.

“You alright?” He asked. To which you nodded.

“Yeah, just got distracted for a second. Can we sit down for a minute?” You asked. Rafe dusted away some sand off a trunk and sat down. You sat down next to him. “What is something you wish you were better at?”

Rafe looked up at the night sky. “Making my dad proud.” Why wouldn’t Ward be proud of him? “I just feel like sometimes I can’t do anything right, you know?” You nodded. Was this his soft spot, his dad? You didn’t ask any further questions, seeing as you barely knew him and the subject sounds personal. You looked up again as well. Seeing his face turning your way in the corner of your eye. You could feel his eyes on you. The moonlight was bright enough for him to see your features.

“Is there any memory you would like to erase from your mind?” You couldn’t help but laugh nervously and feel embarrassed already. “What’s so funny?” You looked at him and your eyes met. His blonde hair was getting slightly pushed around by the wind.

“What I’m about to tell you. Promise to keep it between us?” He promised. “Okay, so before moving to Outer Banks I had a boyfriend situation going on. And we were at my place after a party, where he had maybe a drink or two too many.” You sighed, feeling the redness on your face appear. “And we were about to..you know. But he couldn’t, because of the alcohol and then he threw up in my bed.” Rafe tried his best not to burst out in laughter, instead he put an arm around you. “He left after that. So, there I was, cleaning my barf-covered bed and desperately spraying deodorant through my room. We haven’t talked since and I’m not counting on it anymore either.” Rafe started rubbing your back.

“That really sucks man, I’m sorry that happened.” Did he just call you ‘man’? “It wasn’t supposed to be your first time, right?” You must look like a tomato right now.

“I believe it is my turn.” You switched the conversation. “What was your first crush like?” When the word left your mouth you felt like a 12 year old again. Rafe blew out some air.

“I think it was the babysitter we had as kids. She was really sweet and artsy, and stuff. Also really pretty, like you.” You couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I invited her into my pillow fort to eat Cheez-its with me.”

“And?”

“She friendly declined my offer.” You burst out in laughing. “Hey, I didn’t laugh at your story.” He angrily joked, punching your arm.

“Mine was worse.”

“True.”

You softly punched him back. “Hey!” Rafe fake moaned, pretending you had hurt him.

“Aw, I’m sorry. Kiss to make it better?” Rafe pouted and nodded to you. As you were debating whether or not to kiss his arm, your phone started vibrating. It was your stepdad. “Shit.” It was already 12:30. He must’ve realized you weren’t home and you didn’t leave a note.

“What’s up?”

“It’s my stepdad, I really have to go home like right now.” You mumbled as you got up and started heading to the car.

“You gonna get into trouble?” He sounded the tiniest bit worried. Maybe you would. You had been staying out late the past three days and didn’t pick up the phone when your stepdad called. As Rafe pulled up a couple of houses before yours, you thanked him and got out. “I should walk with you, so your dad knows you weren’t out alone.” That somehow makes sense. He got out of the car as well and you speed walked to the front door. You unlocked it and walked inside. As if shot for a horror movie, your stepdad put on the living room lights.

“Y/n? Where have you been and why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“Steve, I’m sorry if I made you worry. I was taking a walk and bumped into Rafe, Ward Cameron’s son-“

“I remember who Rafe is. So, he just left you to walk home on your own? Do you know what time-”

This time it was Rafe who cut your stepfather short. He had waited outside and stepped in. “I would never let y/n walk alone, sir.” Your stepdad nodded.

“Bedtime, y/n. Goodnight Rafe.”

“Goodnight.” You gave Rafe a hug, to which he wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Goodnight, y/n.”

You walked up the stairs and called it a day.

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teampandawang · 6 years

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NCT 127 Reaction: first date

By: Aria

Genre: Fluff // Suggestive (just a little)

TAEYONG You both have been chatting about 2 months since you got introduced by a common friend. He has always been really cute with you and this time wasn't going to be the exception. A week later of your first meeting he went on tour, so you didn't get time to spend together. But he arrived back at Seoul yesterday and invited today to your very first date. You were really excited and he was literally rushing at home trying to pick the perfect outfit for you. "Johnny!" He called his friend. "I need your Johnny's Fashion Evaluation." He said trying to speak in english. "That's not the way to pronounce that, you jerk." Said Johnny while facepalming. "But if you're asking me about your outfit I think it's on point. And get off, you're gonna be late." He arrived at your home and knocked the door loudly, because he was really flustered. You opened quickly. And he just felt his heart stopped. You were wearing a cute summer dress with sneakers, a kind of weird combination that defined you. But he found it, on you, adorable. "Y/N, how it's it possible to look that beautiful?" He said covering his face with a hand. "I think you're the one that has to answer that question, Taeyong." You said with your blushed head. He smiled while kissing your forehead and holding your hand tightly. "Let's go, baby. I want this night to be as perfect as you."

TAEIL You are really shocked about how much romantic he is. These days talking and hanging in the studio together have proof you that he was really interested in a true and worthy relationship. You got home after a hard day after work and you found that someone let a roses’ bouquet at your dining table with a box besides. You looked for them with dreamy eyes, reading a small card: 'I'll take you at 8pm. Wear it, please. ~Taeil' You smiled and hurried to getting ready for your date. It surprised you the cute way he used to ask you out. He arrived punctual. You opened the door and he dropped his jaw. He couldn't resist and give you an unexpected soft peck in your lips leaving you speechless. "Let's go, babe. I have something to you." He said while holding your hand. He took you to a rooftop classy restaurant where you felt like a princess. He always looked up at your face saying how beautiful you were. You got out of the restaurant early so you went for a walk at the beach, where he started singing to you and carrying you as a bride.

JOHNNY

This man is like fire, literally fire. He have been flirting intensely since you met at SM's were you started working as a new make up artist. He asked you out and you couldn't say no. He found you the most beautiful woman in the world so he had the need of showing everybody that you are his. He waited for you after work at the entrance of the building and since he saw you he smirked proudly, putting his arms around your waist and pulling you to his body. Then he kissed the corner of your lips without leaving a playful smile. "You definitely look like the hottest girl in the block." Said and you slapped playfully his chest with a shy smile. "Oooow! Are you blushing, baby girl?" Asked feeling attracted to your red going face. "Come here." Said approaching you to his body again. "Where are we going?" You asked kissing his cheek and brushing softly his hair with your fingers. "We're going wherever you want to. Your the queen here, so you decide." Said Johnny winking and feeling how you couldn't stop staring at him too. "I don't know." You spoke puckering. "I want you to surprise me." "I can think a lot of things to do with you, but they're not at least appropriate as a first date." He pronounced with a husky voice and kissing you.

YUTA Yuta is the sweetest boy you have ever known. He was always worried about how you are and how you feel. You were talking for a month but he was on tour, so you couldn't hang out. But yesterday he came back, and he asked you for a date but you woke up today with a cold. "Are you feeling good? Do you want me to get there right now?" Said desperately. "Yes, Yuta. I'm feeling better." You answered trying to calm him down. "But I think I have to cancel our date. I'm sorry." You literally whispered sadly. "No way, Y/N!" He shouted suddenly hanging out and leaving you confused as fuck. You just waited thinking that he might has been called to work, or his phone's battery got off, etc. But you woke up from your thoughts when the ring bell sounded. "Hi, Y/N." Yuta said taking your face between his hand and kissing your forehead. "Babe, you're hot. This cold is killing you." 'This boy is a total drama queen.' You thought. "What are you doing here? Don't you have so much work to do?" You asked confused. He just smiled. Oh! That healing smile was all you needed. "Yes, I have. But seeing and taking care of my girl is way more important." He said leading you to the couch. "What about buying takoyakis and cuddling all night long?" You smiled as agreement and hugged him softly.

DOYOUNG Doyoung was feeling really nervous about your date. He was going to a photoshoot at a natural park with the group and he found it as the only opportunity of seeing you because he was busy with the last comeback. The boy were flattering on Doyoung about taking his date to practically work. But he tried to ignore them while they went for you at the group's van. It stopped in front of your house and he opened the car's door for you. You sitted in front of Doyoung and he smiled nervously. The boys kept the jokes and he felt uncomfortable, trying to make his way to catch your attention. You were the only one who could bring peace to him. At the photoshoot you were amazed of how good looking he was. Absolutely breathtaking. And you waited for lunch patiently to finally spend time with him. When the moment has come he held your hand and carefully leaded you to a place in the woods. You saw a picnic rug surrounded by lights, making the mood even more romantic. "Surprise!" He coed softly. "Sorry for not being able to make it greater for you, something that you really deserve." You looked up on him with shiny eyes and giving him a peck. "Are you kidding me? This is precious." He shocked and hold you on a firm hug kissing your hair. "Y/N, it is precious all the times I'm with you."

JAEHYUN

Gentleman is an adjective that describe Jaehyun perfectly. He was always keen on seeing you feel comfortable and smiling. You were his priority. But you have never spent a lot of time together. He wanted everyone to know about your potential relationship and he found the perfect opportunity to showing you off. For that night it was prepared the SM's Gala and the members of the company were allowed to take someone with them. So Jaehyun decided that he was taking you. A luxurious car arrived to the entrance of your apartment's building. He stepped out moving toward you fascinated. He hold your hand and kissed its back. "You're literally shining, Y/N." He said leading you to the car. You responded blushing with a soft smile. You arrived to the place where the event was going on and entered right to the red carpet. He was confidently holding your hand and posing smiling of happiness because of you by his side. Then, at the coctel some business man from the company got closer to you. "Good evening, mr. Jung. We didn't expected you were dating." Said one of them with a funny smile. "I think I just found the one. And I was not letting the opportunity of introducing her to everyone." He said without leaving his gaze on you. They smiled and went to greet the other members. "Jae, tell me I'm not bringing you problems with the company." You said worried about the attitude the business men acquired currently. "How is it possible that my girl is thinking she's getting me into trouble?" He said attracting you to his body and kissing your cheek. "You're everything in my life, never a problem."

WINWIN You just met him at your best friend's party. She knew him since they were childs. You always listened histories about their childhood together. But during those years you haven't been introduced to him. But this day you literally fell immediately for his cuteness. And he fell for you too. He preferred calling you everyday than texting. He complimented always your voice and encouraged you to start a singer career. "Y/N, did you listen that the company is looking for new singers?" He asked excited. "Why don't you audition for it?" "Sicheng, I have told you that I am not as talented as you say." You answered at the phone while facepalming as the stubborn girl you were. "How can I convince you? Hmmm... What if we got an ice-cream?" He mentioned. "I can't believe you're trying to persuade me through a date!" You said laughing. "And I know you won't say no." Sicheng said before hanging out, leaving you misplaced. He took you off of your apartment as soon as he arrived. Drove you to the mall where some music was sounded loudly that made you start humming. "Here goes again the girl that 'can't' sing." He mouthed while smirking and passing you a chocolate ice-cream. You smiled thoughtful and gave him a curious gaze. "Can we be together if I work for SM too?" He smiled at your question. "You're gonna be my girlfriend come what way."

JUNGWOO

You have tasted the sweetest flavor of the life beside him. Being cute was his speciality and obviously the thing that you liked about him the most. And he felt awesome when you literally melt for his cuteness. He wanted to take you out to spend some great time together because you only saw each other at work. But he wanted to have you in another situation to demonstrate how much he liked you. The night fell over the city and you stepped out of your place meeting him at the entrance of your block. He handed you a bouquet of tiny flowers and smiled deeply. "I'm glad you accepted my invitation, Y/N." Jungwoo said a little shy keeping a notable distance between the two of you. You decided to take initiative and leaned to him leaving a peck at his cheeks. "I've never spent this opportunity of hanging with such a wonderful man." His face went red at the fact of you saying he's cute. He felt like the ice was broke so decided to hold your hand taking you by walk to the Autumn Fair at the nearest park. There were plenty of games and contests where you spend at least the whole night laughing at each other. Then you went to a shooting stand where Jungwoo showed his skills, winning a cuddly toy. "Which one do you want?" He asked hugging your waist timidly. "The Snoopy one! It reminds me of you." You pointed the toy like you were a small girl. "Why everyone says I look like that cartoon?" He said laughing.

MARK

He was different than all the boys you were used to date in the past. He seemed to be more mature, even for his age. His confidence and funny attitude caught you since you met him at a fansign (where you went accompanying your best friend), and he managed to ask slyly for your number. You were chatting for weeks literally 24/7. He always sent you memes or weird photos of his band mates. And he was dying for seeing you again. Mark Lee: 'Hey, Y/N! What are you doing tonight? 🤔' You: 'I guess I'm procrastinating... As always. 😂’ Mark Lee: 'Want to grab some pizza together, or may go to the cinema?' You: 'I'm in!!!' You couldn't believe he was asking you out. The mere fact of him chatting with you was strange, and now being asked by an Idol for a date was the craziest thing you could have ever thought about. The night came quickly after an evening of you trying to find out 'the perfect outfit' desperately. But you got ready just in time when he called announcing his arrival. He smiled flirty taking you by your waist and pecking your lips with no doubt. Then he freed you from his arms and winked at your blushed face. This boy is rushing. "You look prettier when you are blushing." He said without leaving the smirk out of his lips. You arrived to the nearest cinema and picked the first movie you found. While the movie was going on he couldn't stop watching you, until you decided to annoy him throwing popcorn against his face laughing. You both started laughing really loud while the people at the room started shutting down you. He managed to tickle you and you lost yourself in laughs again. He was really close and that made you nervous, but he didn't hesitate kissing you softly. When the movie ended he couldn't stop staring at you sure that he didn't found love, but it found you.

HAECHAN Meeting you was one of his greatest accomplishments at high school. He went to a summer music camp where you were too. You empathized really good and spend a lot of activities together. When the camp was over you kept in touch with daily callings and texts. It was great finding someone who shared lots of interests with you. The music and dance was passion that literally joined you. But Donghyuck still being a little shy about you. He was feeling something he has never experimented then, he felt he just fell in love unexpectedly. He was encouraged by his group's friend to ask you out. But before he did it they needed to insist for entire weeks. At the end he decided to take the risk. "Y/N, what if we go out tonight?" He said quietly. "Do you want me to meet you somewhere? , or..." You questioned him. "No, no!" Donghyuck said quickly and making his voice louder. "I'll pass for you at 7pm, is it great?" "Yes, I'll be waiting." You answered excited about your very first date, literally. He was the first boy with whom you were going to hang out. And you were the first girl he wanted to love. He came to your home after an exhaustive photoshoot by his Hyungs feeling proud of their 'grown baby'. He was kinda embarrassed but managed to get to you at time after all the jokes. You greeted him at your place. He practically stopped working when he saw you. His heart beats started to go by double speed. He brought some flowers that fell off his hands when he saw you. His chin hitting the floor. He held your hand closer to his chest, looking at your eyes with dreamily eyes. You decided to make the next step by yourself, giving him a peck on his lips’ corner.

He suddenly blushed and took you off your place, leading you to the place his friends helped him to book for you two.

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Stronger than you´ll know! - Aaron Hotchner x Daughter!OC

This is my entry for @reiding-and-writing ´s trope challenge to celebrate 1.7k followers and it kinda took me forever to get a decent idea for the request i picked. thanks to the help of @illegalcerebral i finally found my way of writing it so here it comes <3 also thanks to her for prereading it :)

I picked Aaron as the main character. The challenge was to include an OC character. I proudly present Melinda “Mellie” Hotchner, the sixteen year old daughter of our favorite fearless leader. She currently attends highschool and has a rather difficult time there.

Prompt: “One character is sick/injured, so anotherone takes care of him.”

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Melinda “Mellie” Hotchner, Jack Hotchner, the team

Warnings: angst (as usual), mention of bullying (bullying is an important topic so please if you experience something like it, talk to someone about it!)

A/N: I kinda based this story on myself. I was bullied back in High School on many levels (mostly psychological and cyber one). i would love to hear some feedback on this one here bc I kinda had a hard time writing it. Also i´m not sure if i fulfilled this given prompt correctly, so i apologize if i did not :)

“Melinda, hurry up! You´re gonna be late for school!”, Aaron Hotchner screamed as he put a plate full of pancakes on the table in front of Jack who immediatley started eating. It was a morning like any other. Aaron prepared breakfast for his kids and afterwards, he would drive them to school before heading to work. Five minutes later, Hotch was still waiting for his eldest child. Usually, Melinda (or Mellie as her family and friends called her) was the first one to get up in the morning. It wasn´t typical for her to be that late.

Hotch checked the clock and frowned. They needed to leave in half an hour, so he again started to scream.

“Mellie, come on. We have to leave soon.”

“Stop screaminng, Dad. I´m coming.”, the teenager replied, annoyed, as she came down the stairs.

“We´re going to be late if you keep moving like this.”, Aaron said. Melinda just shrugged with her shoulders and made her way into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

“Who cares about school?! It sucks, teachers suck and especially people suck.”, the girl said as she put on her jacket and got ready to leave.

“No, school is fun. I love school.”, Jack said, a huge, carefree smile spreading on his face.

“Wait until Highschool, buddy and remember my words.”, Melinda told him as she ruffled his hair.

“Come on, sit down. I made breakfast.”, Hotch said, but Melinda shook her head.

“A-ahm, I´m not that hungry, Dad. And is it okay if I´ll walk to school today?”, she asked, earning a concerned look from her Dad.

“Yeah, sure, but I think you should anyway eat something. I don´t want you to starve.”

“I´ll grab something from on my way.”, she reassured him as she checked the clock, “I have to go. Bye buddy, bye Dad.”, she both kissed them goodbye and then left the house in a hurry.

“Yey, more chocolate chip pancakes for me!”, Jack cheered at which Aaron smiled and watched his son eat while he kept wondering what was going on with his daughter.

Two hours later, Hotch was discussing a case file with David in his office as his phone rang.

“SSA Aaron Hotchner, hello? How can I help you? Oh, hello...yes...e-ehm okay, she actually left this morning to walk to school...okay, no, I understand. I´ll call her and see what I can find out. Thanks for the call, Miss Johnson. Have a nice day. Bye!”, he ended the call and frowned.

“What´s wrong?”, Dave asked.

“That was Melinda´s teacher. She said that she hasn´t attended any classes today, which is very unlike Mellie.”, Hotch answered as he dialed his daughters number.

“Maybe there´s a simple explenation for it, Aaron. Maybe it´s about a boy.”, Rossi smirked.

“I hope so.”, he said as he pressed the call button and waited for Mellie to pick up the phone. The longer it took her to pick up, the more nervous the agent got. He was scared that something bad had happened to her. He couldn´t loose any more people.

“Hello?”, he suddenly heard his daughters voice which sounded like she had been crying.

“Oh, thank god. Mellie, it´s me. Where are you?”

“I´m at school, where else should I be?”, Mellie replied.

“Miss Johnson called me and said that you hadn´t been in her class this morning which is so unlike you.”

“Well, I actually was in class. Maybe she just did not see me, I don´t know...”, Mellie sniffled.

“Melinda, what´s wrong? I know you and I think we both know that this is not true. Tell me what´s going on.”

“Nothing is going on, Dad. I´m just...stressed. But I have to go now, the next class is starting soon. Bye Dad!”, and with that, she hung up.

“I know that look.”, Dave said, “what´s going on in that mind of yours?”

“Something is wrong, but I can´t make out what it is. She´s been so closed of and nervous for weeks now and as soon as I mention school or friends, her mood skips. I don´t know..maybe she has some troubles at school. God, I´m a Profiler. I analyze tons of people a day, but I can´t make out what´s going on with my teenage daughter.”, Aaron said frustrated.

“Don´t beso hard on yourself, Hotch. She´s a teenager. Maybe it´s just a phase. You should try and talk to her when you´ll get home tonight or I can try and talk to her. Just don´t pressure her in telling you. This will only make it worse.”, Rossi adviced as he took a sip of his coffee.

Aaron sighed. “You´re right. I just wanna help her. She´s my daughter, Dave.”

“I know and you will. Just one step at a time. One step at a time.”

Later that day, David made sure that Hotch would leave earlier so he could have a talk with Mellie. They all knew the girl since she was born. They all truly and deeply cared for her. So it was also in the team´s interest to fix whatever was bother the young girl, so she could be her shining self again. Rossi actually pushed Aaron out of his office at around 4pm and made sure that he took nothing but his keys, cell and wallet with him, so he could completley focus on his daughter.

When Aaronn arrived at home, Mellie wasn´t there so he decided to prepare some dinner. An hour later, Jessica brought Jack over, but Melinda still wasn´t there. Hotch texted and called her, but none of it reached her, because she had turned off her phone. Around 8pm, when she still wasn´t there, he decided to let Garcia track her down after he had put Jack into bed. Just when he was about to call Garcia, the front door opened and Melinda sneeked into the house.

“Can you tell me where you´ve been? School was out around five hours ago. You know you´re supposed to give me or Jess a call when you´re gonna be late.”, Aaron spoke as he walked towards his daughter.

“Sorry, I forgot to call. I went home with Lucy after school to prepare a presentation for our french class and I kinda forgot the time.”, she replied, not looking at her Dad.

“It would have taken a minute at least to actually just send a text message, Melinda.”

“Yeah..okay, I got it, Dad. I screwed up, you´re mad. I get it. I´m sorry I forgot. But I´m here so no need to worry.”, she said as she headed towards the stairs.

“But I am worried about you. First, I get this call that you´re not in class, then you´re obviously lying to me and now, you come home at 8 in the evening without saying a word to anyone. You´re behaving completley strange and unlike you.”, Hotch ranted while Melinda looked at her buzzing phone. Something inside of him snapped, so he took Mellie´s phone away from her to get her attention.

“Hey, give it back! This is mine.”, she argued as she tried and reached for it. While doing so, her huge jumper sleeve rolled up and revealed a white bandage which was covering a part of her arm. Melina immediatley tried to put the sleeve back down, but it was too late. Aaron grabbed her wrist carefully and looked concerened at the bandage.

“Mellie...what..”, he started, but she pulled her wrist out of his grip.

“I just hurt myself during sport class today..I´m fine.”, she said as she grabbed her phone when her father wasn´t paying any attention to it.

“No, you´re not. Please, talk to me, princess. I´m worried. I care for you and...”, he again started but got interrupted by his daughter.

“Don´t...don´t say it. Don´t pretend to care, Dad. You´re always away, so how could you possibly care? This is my business, so back off.”, the young girl said, choking on tears as she ran up into her room and locked herself in while leaving an even more concerned and hurt Aaron Hotchner behind.

The next morning went as the last one. Mellie got up late and was looking like she did not get any sleep last night. Her phone kept buzzing which she tried to ignore. Hotch tried talking to her, but she also tried to completley ignore him. Without saying a word, Melinda left the house in a hurry. If Aaron´s heart wasn´t broken enough yet, it definitley ripped apart more as Jack asked if he did something wrong because Melinda wouldn´t kiss him goodbye. How do you explan the stuff that might be going on to a six year old boy who should not be bothered with things like these?

After breakfast, Hotch drove Jack to school and the got to the BAU. He needed a plan. He needed to help his daughter. With quick steps, he made his way through the bullpen without greeting his co-workers. He went to his office and immediatley called Jessica to ask if she could take in Jack over night so he could at least again try to talk to his daughter. He won´t give up. When he ended the call, he heard someone knock at his door.

“Come in.”, he replied as he sat down at his desk, opening a case file.

“Hey, is everything alright?”, Emily asked as she slowly entered his office and closed the door behind her.

“Yeah...I don´t know exactly. I´m worried about Mellie.”

“Did you talk to her yesterday? Rossi told me that she´s going through a rough phase when I asked him how he got you out of your office this early.” Hotch smirked.

“Yes, it was my intention to talk to her, but instead we ended up fighting because she came home way too late without telling me and then, she had this bandage covering half of her arm which had me concerned.”

“She´s a teenager, Hotch. Maybe there´s something going on with which she isn´t comfortable of talking to you about it.”

“She told me that I didn´t care about her.”, Aaron stated, a hurt look lingering on his face.

“I bet she actually did not mean it. You´re a great father, Hotch. You do everything in your might possible to be there for them both. If it would help, I can try and talk to her. It´s Wednesday and Mellie and me ususally meet on Wednesday´s for lunch and girl talk.”, Emily suggested.

“You would do that?”, the agent asked.

“Sure, I´m always happy to help. And if it means figuring out what´s going on with her, I´m in.”

“Thank you, Emily. That means a lot.”, he said as he gave her on of his rare smiles. Emily smiled back and left the office, praying that lunch break would be here soon.

“Hey, Em.”, Mellie smiled as she greeted the dark haired agent with a hug.

“Hey, girly.”, Prentiss said as they broke the hug after what felt like an eternity, “shall we go inside?”, the agent asked at which Mellie nodded.

Together, they entered the small bistro which was down the street from the BAU. After Hayley died and Melinda didn´t get that well along with her aunt Jessica, but Hotch still thought that she kinda still needed some “motherly” advice, Prentiss offered to take that role. She did not want to replace Hayley. She just wanted to be a human sounding board for a sixteen year old girl who sometimes might need an advice from a woman (especially when it come to girls stuff and boys.). Emily and Mellie bonded really fast since they both know eachother for quite some time already. Aaron couldn´t thank Emily enough for what she did.

After they got settled at a table back in the corner of the restaurant, they both ordered their usual meals and started some small talk as they waited for their food.

“So, how you´ve been?”, the brunett woman asked.

“I´m okay. School is stressful as usual but only two more years to go and then I`m off to college. What about you?”, Melinda said.

“I´m great. Sergio is great. I´m still enjoying my job and thank god, we didn´t had a case the last few days.”, Emily sighed, “you already got some plans what you wanna do after Highschool?”

“I´m not sure yet. I thought about going to study law or criminology, but I also love working with kids. Media is also pretty interesting.”

“Well, at least you already got some sort of a plan. But you got plenty of time left yet. Just enjoy Highschool as long as you can.”

Mellie laughed nervously.

“Ha, yeah...well...”, she said as the waitress moved over to their table and placed their food in front of them. The girls thanked her and started to eat. While eating, Melinda´s phone kept buzzing. She quickly checked, but annoyed clicked the messages away.

“You okay?”, Prentiss asked as she observed the nervous girl.

“Ehm, yes...I`m fine.”, Mellie said, giving the agent a fake smile.

“You´ve got some quite resistent friends, huh?”, Emily went on.

“Kinda..”, the girl replied as she poked around in her salad. Emily couldn´t tae it any longer and snapped.

“Okay, Mel. What´s going on?”

“I don´t know what...”

“You know exactly what I mean. You´re really closed off. Everytime your phone is buzzing, you tense up. Oh and not to mention that white bandage looking out from under your sleeve.”

“Did Dad tell you to talk to me or why are you profiling me like I´m one of those unsubs you hunt?”

“He´s worried about you and so am I. I can see that you are not okay.”

“Emily, I...”, Mellie said as the phone buzzed again and the girl subconsciously tensed up.

“Give me the phone.”, Emily ordered.

“Em...”

“Mel, give me the phone.”

The girl hesitated for a moment, but then gave in; there was no other way out of it. Tears gathered in her eyes as she gave Emily her unlocked phone and waited for her to say anything. The agent needed a minute to actually understand what was going on, but eventually, she did.

“How long has this been going on?”, she asked angrily.

“It started two weeks ago a-and i-it only got worse. They put my number out there so everyone is able to call or text me. It´s horrible. I don´t know what to do. I don´t know why they are doing this.”, Mel sobbed as she hugged herself. Emily, on the other hand, put some money on the table and got up.

“Come on.”

“W-where are we going?”, Melinda asked confused.

“We´re gonna head back to the BAU:”

“N-No, no, Dad doesn´t need to know.”

“He already knows that something i going on. We only wanna help.”

Melinda felt too weak to fight any longer, so she gave in. She got up and together, they made their way back to the bureau.

“Mellie...what happened?”, Hotch asked concerned as he was about to exit Rossi´s office. Before saying a word, the girl rushed into her father´s arms and immediatly started crying.

“Derek, can you bring Garcia this phone? Let her track every person who send a message on here.”, Emily said as she handed Melinda´s phone to Morgan, who gave ger a confused look.

“We have a severe case of cyber bullying here and I want to find those kids.”

With this, Morgan ran off to Penelope´s office, anger boiling inside of him. No one messes with his family.

“I-I´m so s-sorry, Dad.”, Melinda whispered, still hugging her father tight.

“What´s going on?”, he asked as confused as Derek did a few seconds ago.

“Maybe we should go and talk in private.”, Emily suggested at which Hotch nodded, so he guided his scared daughter up to his office, followed by Emily, who closed the blinds and the door to create a safe place for the girl. Aaron and Mel sat down on the couch, while Prentiss took a seat on the armchair across from them. The crys of the shaking girl have subsided, so Aaron tried to talk to her again.

“Mel, can you please tell me what´s going on?”

The girl tried to gather herself and sat up while wiping away the tears from her face.

“I-It all started like two weeks ago. You know, there´s this group of girls at school who pretend they rule over everyone there. Well, I saw them pushing around a little girl and I wanted to help. So I jumped in front of the girl and eventually, they let it go and left, saying that they will be watcing me. Then it only got worse. One day, I saw them lurking around in the classroom where Miss Johnson left her stuff at and also the example of the class test we were about to write the next day and they stole it and went off. I don´t know what came into my mind, but I just wanted to do the right thing. I told Miss Johnson, who told the principal and he confronted them, ending in them getting suspended from school for three weeks. Someday after dance class, they waited for me and threatened me that this was a mistake and I´ll regret what I´ve done. Well, they weren´t wrong.”, Melinda explained as her Dad and Emily were listening carefully.

“What happened then?”, Emily wanted to know.

“It was calm for the next two days until these weird messages started coming up. They posted my number on several social media pages and I got many terrifiying calls. One day, someone even tracked my cell and waited for me at the library. He tried to get me to come witch him but I fought him off. This is why I have this bandage. Also, people in school started to bully me, but I was too scared to speak up because who knew what else would happen. So I kept shut about it and pushed people away. I tred to deal with it alone, but I failed. God, they said all thos hurtful things like that I´m a disgrace and that I should go and kill myself. They tried to get inside my head by telling me I´m not good enough and that I´m fat and ugly. I didn´t know what to do...I´m so sorry, Dad.”, she finished as she started crying again. Hotch put his arms around her and did his best to comfort her.

“There´s no need to be sorry, princess. I´m so proud of you for doing the right things and protecting others and speaking your mind. We will get them and everything will be okay again, I promise. No one will ever hurt you again, I´ll make sure of that.”

And he kept his promise.

Three months later, everything started to turn out quite good for Melinda. After the talk back in her father´s office, the girl squad got arrested and put into prison as it turned out it wasn´t the first time them doing such things. Garcia also was able to track down all thos cringy messengers who harrassed the girl. They also got a warning from the police. Melinda herself decided to change school after everything that happened and she couldn´t be happier about it. Hotch, who stood close at his daughter´s side during this time, made sure that he made up more time for both of his kids. He also got Mellie to go to talk to a professional about the last months to cope with everything. Aaron and the team were there for the girl every step of the way. He took care of his daughter when she woke up at 4 in the morning from nightmares, he helped her rebuild her confidence and Morgan offered to teach the girl some self-defence-lessons. Overall, Melinda was surrounded by people who truly and deeply cared for her and she couldn´t be more thankful.

“Good morning, Dad. Good morning, bud.”, she said happily as she came down to the kitchen to go and have breakfast like it used to be.

“Good morning, princess. Slept well?”, Hotch asked, putting her plate down in front of her.

“Thanks and yep, no nightmares.”, she answered proudly as she enjoyed her chocolate chip pancakes and coffee. Aaron smiled and was about to say something when Jack spoke up.

“Aunt Jessica and I are gonna go to the cinema later today. You wanna come to Mel?”, he asked.

“Sure, why not?”, she agreed. The relationship to her aunt also got better in the last few months since she realized that she didn´t want to replace her Mom, but actually just wanted to help. They continued having breakfast in silence when Hotch checked the clock.

“Alright guys, finish up. We need to leave in five.”, he said as he got ready. The kids both cleared their plates and got their bags before getting into the car. They first dropped Jack off at his school before heading to Mel´s new school.

“Okay...so after school, I´ll directly head over to Jess´ place.”, she said before the got out, “I´ll text you when I get there.”

“Okay, have a nice day.”, Aaron said as he waved his daughter goodbye. She smiled at him, closed the door and made her way towards the school as she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. Confused, she picked it out and opened the message which put a huge smile on her face:

“Always remember: You´re stronger than you´ll know!”

She smiled at the words and turned around to look at her Dad who gave her a final look before driving away starting a new day...

- You don´t know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have.-

* Bob Marley

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Group/Member: Bigbang/ GD( Jiyong)

I remember the day I met Jiyong like it was yesterday. It was at my former boyfriend’s work party. I, quite honestly, didn’t want to go, but James really wanted me to. When I first saw Jiyong, he was associating himself with a group of people near the balcony doors of the hotel James worked at. We’d made eye contact briefly before he started to make his way towards me. Before he fully reached me, James returned with two champagne glasses, one for the both of us. He turned to see Jiyong walking towards us and bowed in respect, so I went along with him, not knowing who he was at the time.

“Good evening James! Are you enjoying the party?”, Jiyong asked, eyes never leaving me.

“Yes, sir! It’s very entertaining!”, James stated, trying to stay on Jiyong’s good side.

“That’s very good to hear. And, who is this?”, Jiyong asked, finally tearing his gaze from me to look to James for a response.

“Oh, yes! This is my girlfriend, (y/n)”, James stated proudly.

Jiyong looked surprised at first, then asked, “Girlfriend? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend”.

“We’ve only been together for a month”, James said, a slight glance my way.

Jiyong turned back to me, “Nice to meet you, (y/n). I’m Jiyong, the owner of this hotel”.

“Pleased to meet you, as well”, I smiled back.

After that, we’d seen each other at a few company events, but the last time I saw him was in public, about four months after our initial first meeting. It was after James had broken up with me, claiming that I wasn’t right for him. But the bimbo he slept with that night was? The same bimbo he lays his next to every night. The one that talks to multiple guys, I know because she was caught hitting on my brother, you know, before she knew he was my brother. Her name is Kim.

I saw Jiyong in coffee shop near my house. He was sitting in favorite seat, the one at the end in front of the window that overlooks the park across the street. I waited in line for my latte when I turned to see he noticed me. I bowed slightly with a smile. When I was handed my latte, I turned around to see that Jiyong was motioning me to sit with him.

I walked over to the booth and bowed a second time. He greeted first, “Hello, (y/n)! Nice to see you again”. I sat down.

“Nice seeing you again, too!”, I stated simply.

“I’ve noticed that James hasn’t been bringing you to any company events lately, are you not together?”, Jiyong asked, curious.

“Actually, we’re not”, I said a little sad at the memories we shared. It was only a short amount of time spent together, but it still happened.

I couldn’t help but notice the slight smile creep onto his face as he simply said, “ah”.

We chatted for a bit, and once I finished my latte, I was about to leave, but he insisted I stay. He bought me another and we continued to talk. About anything really. We laughed and had an amazing time. I left with a new contact in my phone and not a single depressing thought in my mind.

After a month of dates, we officially a couple. And it just better from there, for about a year. I’d moved into his penthouse and we’d even had shared custody of a puppy we named Jimin [surprise guest star <3]. Everything seemed to be going fine, until he became buried in work. He’d come home late and leave early. Sometimes I’d only see him once maybe twice a week.

That’s when the fantasy world we’d created came crashing down. We’d had argument one night about something I don’t remember. He stormed off and after an hour or so, I went to look for him. Only to find him sucking the life out of some girl at a bar.

And that’s where I am now. Watching, horrified, through the bar window. After finally coming to my senses, I walked back to the penthouse. I packed a suitcase for me, and a small bag for Jimin (yes, I’m taking him with. The only man in my life, besides family, who doesn’t seem to want to hurt me). I took some money I’d saved up from my job and just left.

I was going to stay with my brother, but that’d be one of the first places Jiyong would look. So, for now, I’ll be staying at a hotel. His hotel, under a fake name (which I can do since I’m paying in cash), because he’d never think to find me there.

When I got to my room is when it all finally hit me. I started crying, silently so I wouldn’t wake people, and Jimin came to cuddle next to me. “Why, Jimin? Why do the people I fall in love with always hurt me? *sob* At least I have you”, then I was asleep.

I woke up the next morning with more texts and calls at once than I’d ever had before. I read every single message and listened to every single voicemail, which is why, when Jiyong called again, I answered.

“(Y/n)? Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Please listen to me, I would never do that to you. Whatever you saw-”

“Wasn’t real? It wasn’t you? Whatever you’re about to say, Jiyong, I won’t believe you. And I won’t come crawling back because you like to bribe me with shiny things. Soft things, cute things. You can’t win me back so easily.”, I said holding back my tears.

“I wasn’t going to say any of that. I’m not gonna try to lie and say it wasn’t me. It was, and when I saw your back running away from the bar, I knew I’d messed up. I immediately went out and bought you flowers, but when I came back, you were already gone. It broke my heart to know what I did to you, and how easily I compare to James. I’m not going to bribe you back like I usually do. A lavish life isn’t worth anything if you’re not happy. So, if you choose to come back, I want it to be because you love me as much as I love you. And I hope you can forgive me for hurting you and trust that I will never do it again.”, Jiyoung poured out.

I don’t know what to say. I need to think. I hang up the phone and go to the couch with Jimin. “What should I do, Jimin?”, I ask knowing I won’t get a response.

After thinking for a good amount of time (meaning it was morning when I ended the call and now it’s 8pm) I realized what I wanted.

I unlocked the door to the penthouse, and everything seemed the way it was when I left. I walked into the bedroom to find Jiyong crying. When he saw me he stood up right away. I’ve never seen him cry before.

“(Y/n), you’re back!”, he said, coming to hug me. I knew he genuine with his actions, so slowly, but surely, I wrap my arms around him.

After this, I hope this is the last time this will ever happen. It hurts like a *bleep* and stings like a *bleep*.

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I debated on whether they would end up together or not, so if you don’t want them to and want a sad ending, use your imagination

XOXO~ KPOM

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