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Would you fall in love with me again (Draco Malfoy)

This is inspired by the song 'would you fall in love with me again' from Epic. As the chapter goes on it is heavily influenced by the lyrics of the song so credit goes to the writers. 

Love is a painful and awful thing. Its what you tell yourself all the time, maybe it is just something you repeated as a way to make the pain in your chest hurt less but it never did. The longing for the one person you want most in the world and not being able to reach them is the most painful thing. You question whether it would be easier if he were dead. Would you have been able to go on and live your life, maybe not in the way that you thought that it would be but still you would be able to move on but yet here are you, someone who spends their entire days wishing for sleep to come so that you can be with him in your dreams, it's the closest that you have been able to be with him in years. And everyday it brings you some kind of peace as you wait for them to let him out, back to you.

BANG, BANG, BANG, you shoot up out of bed, your heart racing, adrenaline pumping as your senses kick into overdrive. Shoving the covers off of yourself, you grab your wand from your bedside table and move carefully over to the window and moving the curtain so that you can look down at your front door. A black-haired man stood at your door, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. Groaning, you grab your nightgown before trudging down the stairs and towards the door. Pulling the door open you are met with the sight of your brother.

"Harry, why the bloody hell are you here at this hour, shouldn't you be at home with your wife?" you snap at him, but he doesn't pass any attention to you as he pushes past you and into your house. "Okay, I know that I am your sister, but don't you dare push yourself into my house Harry or I swear to..." he cuts you off as he turns.

"He's getting out," you feel like all the oxygen in your lungs have been taken from you with that statement, you could barley speak. Harrys eyes are filled with concern as he looks at you.

"Y/N," your eyes don't meet his as you feel the tears swelling in your eyes. You falter causing Harry to shoot forward holding onto your forearms. "Let's get you sat down okay," he guides you both through the archway and into the sitting room and towards the couch. You sit on the couch, your eyes not looking up, fixated on the carpet.

"I'm going to get you a cup of tea," Harry tells you softly, giving your arm a rub before walking into the kitchen. You sit there in a daze for a few minutes, not breaking once even with Harry being loud in the kitchen. Your eyes trail down to your hands, you rub your finger over your wedding ring, a ring that has never been taken off, not since he placed it there all those years ago.

Harry walks over to you, a piping hot cup of tea in his hand. "Here, drink this," he sets it down on the coffee table in front of you, not trusting your shaky hands. Sitting down, neither of you speak for a few moments, not knowing how to start.

"How?" your voice was a whisper. Harry rubs a hand over his jaw.

"I don't know exactly... you know what the ministry are like, but it doesn't matter..." you scoff at that, your head shaking.

"It does matter Harry. It all good letting him out but are they letting him out as a criminal who has served his sentence or are they admitting that he was wrongfully imprisoned for something that he couldn't control. He had to comply with you know who or he would have been killed," you chock on your words, emotions bleeding out of you. "And by putting in him there... its worse than death. They might as well have killed him," a tear runs down your face causing you to raise a hand and whip it away, your hand moving forward and taking the mug into your hand, letting the warmth run through your body.

Harry keeps his gaze fixed on the window away from you. He couldn't look at you knowing how much pain has been caused with Draco being kept in Azkaban, how you have not lived for the last 7 years waiting for him to come home.

"Tomorrow," is all he is able to say to you and all you can do is nod. Tomorrow your prayers would be answered.

Your hands were shaking, you couldn't keep still, you were running a whole into the floor of the hallway as your paced back and forth. The black tiles and the black and white checkered floor became sore on the eyes with the illuminating lights. How long had you been out here for? A few minutes? A few hours? Heck if you knew. It sure felt like forever.

"Y/N," you stop, your gaze meeting Ginny's.

"How much longer?" Ginny sighs, her shoulder lifting up in a shrug.

"I know just as much as you," you huff, shaking your head.

"I don't understand why they can't tell me. I'm his wife for crying out loud, I should be allowed to be there from the second he is out and declared a free man," you lean against the wall, your arms crossing as you lean your head back to rest on the smooth surface. Ginny offers you a small smile and comes to stand next to you.

"It might be for the best," she offers causing you to turn and look at her, your eyebrow raised. "He has just been kept in Azkaban for the last 7 years, which is going to mess anyone up in the head. The Draco you knew is not the one that is going to be the one coming back. It's going to be overwhelming for him, and maybe seeing Harry and Ron first might be better, seeing someone he recognizes but not someone who he is super close too," God why did she have to make so much sense. You close your eyes and sigh.

"It feels like a dream, that he is finally coming home," Ginny smiles at you, her hand coming to rest on your forearm.

"Not long now," and God you hoped she was right.

The door swings open, a few members from the ministry walk about, their facial expressions coy. Their gazes meet you; they nod their head towards you as they scurry past, too scared to hang around for to long.

"Mrs Malfoy," Kingsley Shacklebolt comes to stand in front of you, his expression saddened. "I must once again apologise for the pain that the ministry have caused both you and your husband," you scoff at this.

"Mr Shacklebolt, my husband has been wrongfully imprisoned for the past 7 years. 7 years in which we will never get back. I understand that we have been rebuilding since the war but for it to take 7 years... its unfathomable. My husband is never going to be the same because of you and your ministry's negligence," Shacklebolt's expression is nothing but regret.

"Mrs Malfoy, I'm sorry that there is nothing more than I can do but apologize, I wish there was," you scoff and shake your head.

"Take responsibility and make sure that it never happens again," the door opens again, and Ron pops his head out gives you a small nod.

"He wants to see you," you turn and look and Shackbolt, his expressions hasn't changed and with a shake of your head you march towards who is really important in this situation, and that is your husband.

You didn't know what to expect when you walked into the room. It was different from most of the rooms that you had been in when you had previously visited the ministry. You could actually say that the room was homely. Maybe it was couches, you could see the back of a three-seater couch and two chairs sat across from it. His back was the first thing that you saw, his platinum blonde hair you could see was long, an unkept version of his fathers. Harry sat in one of the seats across from Draco, his eyes drifting to you as you walk in. Harry offers a comforting smile before standing up and walking towards you and Ron who was still standing in the doorway, not daring to move. Harry comes to stand in front of you, an expression on his face that you couldn't read.

"Is he alright?" you whisper to him, and he offers you a comforting look.

"He is different. He is still getting used to be free, so we need to go easy on him," Harry gives your arm a squeeze before walking out with Ron, the door closing behind leaving you alone with Draco for the first time in years. It is silent for a few minutes, neither of you knowing what to do. You take a step forward, causing his head to move slightly but not enough to actually see you.

"Y/N," you hear him whisper and you stop, losing your breath.

"Is it really you?" he turns full and it's the first time that you have laid your eyes on him, and it brings tears to your eyes. "You look tired," he wobbles a little as he stands, he grips the couch for support as he stands, and you are able to finally take him all in. His frame was lighter, his smile torn. "Is it really you, my love?" your voice was no more than a whisper. His eyebrows are pushes together; you can see his eyes getting teary.

"I'm not the man that you feel in love with, I'm not the man that you once fell in love with," you purse your lips together and nod.

"What happened?"

"Things that I don't wish for you to ever know. If you knew the things that I saw and had done to me, you would never be able to look at me the same way again. But I endured them all so that they would bring me back to you," your eyes meet, and you feel the burning in the back of your eyes. "Would you fall in love with me again? If you knew all of it. Things that I can't undo, I am not the man you knew, and I know that you have been waiting for him," his hand comes to rub over the beard that now decorated, and you can't help but see the dirty band that sits on his ring finger.

"If that's true, can you do me a favour. Would you look at that band on your finger," he holds his hand out and his gaze looks at.

"Would you take it off?" his eyes dart to you, his head instantly moving side to side in disapproval.

"How could you ask me that. We promised the day that we got married that we would never take them off. That from the moment we put them on that someone would have to cut them off to get them. The only way to take them off is to cut them off," a cry breaks from your chest.

"Only my husband would know that, so that means that makes him you," tears fall down your face as you realise that deep down that the Draco you married was still in there.

"Y/N," he moves closer to you, yearning for you.

"I will fall in love with you, over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when. No matter how long it's been, your mine. Don't tell me you're not the same person. You're always my husband and I've been waiting," he takes another step towards you.

"Y/N," step.

"Waiting."

"Y/N," another step.

"Waiting."

"Y/N," another step.

"Waiting, oh waiting," Draco stands in front of you, his hands cupping your face, his hands were rougher than you remember but they are his. Tears are streaming down both of your faces, sobs barrelling out of you. He brings his forehead to rest on yours, his hands slipping to fall on the back of your neck. Your hands rest on his back as you breath each other in.

"How many years has it been?" he asks you, forcing your emotions down you look at him.

"Seven years," a tear drops from his eye as he nods, accepting. "I love you," he whispers, and you gasp, he pulls your lips down on his and for the first time, you feel like you can breathe. With him here in your arms. Pulling back, you two look at each other now with a small smile on your faces.

"Let's go home," you say to him. You wanted to move on, you had lost seven years together, there was no point in losing anymore. 

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Chapter 11 - Nervous (My Montana)

He was on cloud nine, his heart was singing, and he couldn't help the massive grin that was decorating his face, how had he managed to land a date with her. He had liked her for years, well maybe it took him a while to realise it, but he was starting to feel things that he had never felt. The only thing was, he was going to have to tell Danny. And God he hoped that he wouldn't be too upset.

It was late at night when he finally mustered up the courage. Slowly, he made his way down the stairs, careful not to wake any of his younger siblings. A low mummer of the tv echoed down the hallway as he makes his way towards it, his nerves growing like weeds by the second. Poking his head around the corner he sees Danny sitting on the couch in his pyjamas, another one of his movies playing on the tv. Dannys gaze meets his.

"Hey, I thought you were going to bed?" right, he was doing this. Cole nods his head, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck, his gaze on the floor.

"Yeah, yeah, I was... I just uhm... needed to talk to you about something," Dannys eyebrows raise, his face changing to confusion. Grabbing the remote he pauses his movie, sitting up.

"Okay..." his voice trails off. "Do you want to come sit?" Cole presses his lips between his teeth and nods, walking over to the blue couch and slowly sitting down, a sigh escaping his lips.

"So... what's up?" for some reason his hands were now the most interesting thing in the world. "Cole?"

"I like Josie," silence. Loud, awkward silence. Neither of the brothers knew what to say in that moment. Minutes passed before Danny dared to speak.

"What?" Cole finally looked at Danny's face which was a mix of confusion and shock. "When did you... how long has this been going on for?" and finally Cole found his words.

"A few weeks at least. I mean... I think I have always liked her, you know but I think I was just that self-absorbed that I didn't see it but... I really, really like her Danny. Like I have never felt this way about anyone before," Danny leans into the back of the sofa, his head moving side to side.

"Does she know this?" all he could do was nod and Danny sighed, his head rolling back.

"So, are you two like going out now, is this going to be a relationship?"

"I want it to be," Dannys expression changed into something that Cole didn't even know what. "I really, really like her Danny. All I can think about is her and I just... I should have told you before I asked her out and I'm sorry. I don't want your guy's relationship to be ruined because of me but Danny, I promise that I will do everything that I can to make her happy," relief washed over him as he confessed, knowing that the worst part was over with but God he was still sweating. Danny rubs his hand over his lip as he sits and thinks before raising his lips and shrugging.

"Alright then," he grabs the remote and turns the tv back on and Cole's jaw falls open.

"Wait, hold on. What?" Danny pauses the film again and he looks at Cole with a slight smirk on his face.

"Did you honestly think that I didn't know this already. I mean Cole, come on, I'm your twin brother and if I'm being honestly, I found it rather convenient that you have been really picking up your grades, been on your best behaviour and ending it with Erin not to long after I see Josie storming out of your shred," Cole falls back in disbelief. He was actually an idiot.

"And hey, I mean Josie has been really obvious as well, every time you walk in the room, you are all she can look at. You both are lovesick puppies, I swear," Danny is chuckling at this point, absolutely loving the entire situation. Cole shakes his head.

"I cannot believe that I have been worried for weeks about how I was going to tell you, and you knew the entire time," Danny laughs.

"Oh yeah, I must thank you, it has been very interesting to watch. But in all honesty..." Danny turns his body, so he is fully facing Cole. "If you hurt her, I will kill you. She is my best friend Cole, and I cannot have another bad thing happen to her. Not after everything that she has been through," Cole offers him a small smile and nods.

"It's the last thing I want to do. I really care for her," Danny scoffs, a smile still present on his face.

"I don't think care is the right word but hey... you'll get there," Cole rolls his eye a smirk on his face, he jabs Danny in the ribs who laughs back at him before resuming the film which Cole gladly sits and watches, feeling the weight of the world had been lifted off of his shoulders and nothing but pure relief.

"Wait? Where are you two going again?" the blonde-haired women's face is painted with a confused look at she sits at the end of the bed.

"I don't know. He said that he wanted it to be a surprise, which is cute and all, but it doesn't help me know what is best to wear," grabbing a hold of a dress, she twirls around holding it against her body. "Do you think it's a bit much?"

Hattie looks at her with a raised eyebrow, her mouth slightly agape, "I mean it's a lovely dress, but it's just a bit too... formal," Josies face scrunches up in disappointment before throwing it to the floor.

"So, it's too much," she sighs, turning around and looking into the closest again. "Why is it so difficult to find the right dress," Hattie laughs, shaking her head.

"You're overthinking it; that's the problem. Remember this is Cole, the boy who you have practically grown up with. I mean, if you showed up in a pair of sweats and a hoodie, Cole would still find you beautiful," Josie couldn't help but smile at this.

"Okay, okay, okay. I get it... its just," Josie sits down next to Hattie, her hands coming together in her lap. "It's our first date. And I want... I want it to be perfect. It's the first time in my life that I have felt this way about someone and all I want is for it to be perfect," Hattie offers her a small smile and nods.

"You know, my first date was... let's just say It was a disaster, an absolute disaster..." Josie laughs, her hand landing on her stomach as she cackles, Hattie smirking and giggling along with her. "I mean the guy took me out to a drive in theatre and drank that many beers that I ended up having to drive him home because he was that drunk. Let's just say that his mom was not impressed at all. And I mean I don't blame her, if I had my 17-year-old coming back in that state I would be livid," Josie laughs loudly, falling back onto the mattress unable to control herself. "And that I why I cannot look or smell Budweiser ever again. All over the side of the car, I really hope that she made him clean that up because I would not have done it, his mess, he can clean it up," Josie grimaces at this but can't help giggling a little. Hattie shakes her head, still smirking. She pats Josie on the leg and looks back at her.

"Now I know that that is not what your date with Cole is going to be like but Jos... it's your first date. I know that it's a big moment and everyone remembers it, some more fondly than others..." Josie laughs quietly again. "But at the end of the day, as long as you are with someone that you really care about it doesn't matter. You are lucky that you and Cole have known each other for years and all that awkwardness is out of the way, so don't worry. It's going to be okay, don't stress out about it," Josie smiles, letting out a sigh of relief and bring her aunt into a hug.

"Thank you, Aunt Hat. I really needed that," Hattie smiles, patting Josie on the shoulder a little before pulling away. The pair look at each other for a moment before Josie smirks, standing up and walking over to her closet again, she looks over a few outfits before smiling and pulling one out.

"How about this," Hattie smiles and nods her head.

"Its perfect."

His hands were sweating, why were his hands sweating. He's nervous, he shouldn't be nervous its just Josie. Josie that has been coming over to his house for years and pretty much lived there, there was nothing to be nervous about. Jumping out of his truck a bunch of flowers in hand, he can't help but lean down and looks at himself in the rear-view mirror, fixing his hair a bit and straightening his jacket. Satisfied he strolls up to the Whitlock house and knocking. He hears footsteps on the other side of the door and when it opens, he can't help but have his breath taken away from him. She was absolutely beautiful. Her auburn hair was tied in a half up, half down, a bow clip over the hair tie. A yellow floral, off the shoulder dress decorated her body, a denim jacket covering her from the cold.

"Hey," she offered him a nervous smile and he could help but look at her with the same expression.

"Hey... you look... beautiful," her cheeks turned a rosy colour, leaning her head down she tries to hide so that he didn't see her blushing and he just thought that it was the most adorable thing.

"Thanks... you don't look to bad yourself," Cole's face breaks out into a boyish grin.

"Thanks. Uhm... I brought these for you. I hope you like them," Cole hands her the flowers and Josies mouth falls open.

"Oh Cole... they are stunning. Thank you."

"I picked them from one of the fields, I was riding when I saw them and just thought that you would like them," their gaze meets, both of their faces plastered with smiles, their cheeks slightly red.

"I'm going to put these in some water quickly and then we can head off," Cole nods and Josie smiles her lips coming between her teeth and she scurries back into the house. Letting out a breath, Cole paces the porch waiting for her to come back. Voices can be heard, growing louder before the door opens and not only is Josie walking out but Hattie is followed behind her. Josie gives him a sheepish smile, coming to stand next to him.

"Now you two, I want you to have a good time, but I have to be a responsible adult here so, I want you to drop her back here by eleven, no later, or I will be having words with your mom Cole. You understand," the young couple couldn't help but laugh at this, it was kind of hard to take Hattie seriously when she herself had a slight smirk on her face.

"Eleven, not later. Got it," Hattie smiles and nods at the pair.

"Alright, now go on, have a good time. Don't do anything that I wouldn't," Cole and Josie look at each other before sauntering off towards the car. Cole walks a few steps in front of Josie, grabbing the door handle and opening the door for her. Josie nods her head towards him in thanks as she gets in the car, Cole closing the door behind her. Cole rounds the car, getting in himself and the pairs eyes meet, a look that made all of their nerves go away.

"So do I get to know where we are going?" Cole smirks at this.

"And ruin the fun, I don't think so," and Josie can't help but laugh. As Cole drives off, they both couldn't help but feel excited for what was to come next. 

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Chapter 10 - Cider Stand (My Montana)

"Wow, there is a lot of people here, it's like the whole town is here," Jackies eyes travelled around, watching the sea of people. Josie chuckles, shaking her head and the younger girl. She clearly didn't have something like this back in the east.

"That's because it is the whole town. This is one of the biggest, if not THE biggest day in Silver Falls," Jackie raises her eyebrows a slight smile in her face.

"And what if we don't win, what is the point of any of this," Josie purses her lips and shrugs.

"Well then there is going to be a couple of weeks of mourning because we plan our revenge for next year," Jackie's shoulder shake as she laughs. The pair slip through the sea of people, reaching the small, old, Walter family cider cart. Alex stands behind it, head in his hands, clearly wanting to be anywhere but there.

"Hey Alex," Jackie says, moving slightly in front of Josie. Alex's lips lift into a smile as he sees the New Yorker, sometimes he made it so obvious that he like her.

"Hey Jackie"his eyes falls on the red haired girl. "Josie" he nods in her direction and Josie can't help but internally laugh.

"Alex. You ready to sell some cider," Alex looks back towards the family's cider cart, Will was leaning over it, tool in hand, clearly trying to fix something.

"We will be, just have to fix some screws, or something," a grunt comes from behind Alex as they all turn and see Will, with a scrunch up face in frustration and cider spilling out from around one of the big bolt screws.

"Should one of us go help him," Jackie asks, her eyebrows pinched in a nervous expression. Josie and Alex shake their heads.

"Trust me, if you don't know anything about the cart, don't help, you are just going to make things worse," Alex's eyebrows lift up.

"Yeah, especially when you are drunk off your ass," Jackie's jaw hangs open as she turns and looks at Josie, who sighs.

"Seriously, how bad were you and Danny that day," Alex lets out a cackle and shakes his head.

"Oh they were bad, trust me. You should see the videos..." his hand reaches for his phone in his pocket causing Josie to launch toward him.

"No no no, trust me Alex, no one needs to see those videos. I'm just getting over people talking about it," Alex runs around the cart to stand behind Jackie, phone now out of his pocket. Josie stands behind the stand and looks at the pair as he pulls up the videos, a pained expression on her face. Jackie gasps as a loud bang happens, causing Josie to put her elbows on the stand and shove her head in her hands.

"Oh I'm never going to live this down," Jackie raises her eyebrows and nods, a smirk on her face.

"You fell through the stand," Jackie states and Josie just nods her head.

"Trust me, you don't have to remind me. I still feel that bruise on my ass," Alex shakes his head, wishing he didn't know that information. Jackie laughs, her hands wrapping around her stomach.

"If you think that if funny, the video of them trying to fix the bolt of funnier," Jackie leans towards Alex to look at the video.

"Danny you need to push it more," her words come out as a slur.

"I'm pushing," Danny puts effort into pulling it. Josie groans, stomping over towards him taking the wrench..

"No you are pulling it, I'll show you how it's done," Danny shrugs, stumbling over and planting himself on the ground behind the stand. Gripping the wrench, Josie places it and starts pushing it forward, trying her best to tightening it.

"Your not doing it right," Danny slurs, his eyes fluttering open and closing every few seconds trying to stay awake.

"I am doing it right," Josie pouts as she pushes harder, which wasn't actually that hard.

"Josie I don't know how you call what you are doing pushing, you are just laying your hands on it and giving in a press," Josie scrunches her eyebrows up and huffs. Grabbing the wrench with both of her hands she pushes it using all of her weight. Huffs and puffs are coming out of her mouth as she pushes, her body leaning more and more into it. In the blink of an eye, she leans to far towards and she goes sprawling on her front. Danny burst into fits of laughter, gripping his stomach and falling back on his back as he cackles. Josie groans, lifting her face off of the ground and leaning on her cheek.

"What the hell," George exclaims as he walks towards the pair, Cole not far behind him. Lifting her head up, Josie offers him a drunken smile.

"Hey George, one of the screws was loose but don't worry, she stumbles up onto her feet, moving a little to far on one side, causing Cole to come and grab her. "I fixed it," she finishes. Cole looks between the two of them, his eyes landing on Danny.

"Are you drunk?" Danny laughs at his twins question.

"And 10 points go to Cole Walter," he laughs at his own joke, causing Cole and George to shake their heads.

"I'm not drunk, Cole. What are you talking about," Josie looks at him with her drunken eyes, her bottom lip out, pouting. George sighs, shaking his head.

"Right, come on, both of you. You are going home," George walks towards Danny, grabbing his elbow and pulling him up. Josie gasps, shaking her head.

"No, George. We are fine, we can still sell the cider," pushing herself off of Cole, she walks towards Danny grabbing hold of him.

"Come on, Danny. Let's sell some cider," Danny nods at her, wrapping his arm around her as they stumble to 10 foot to the stand, Cole and George hot on their tails. Leaning against the stand Josie turns and looks at Cole and George. "See we are fine," she slurs, Danny giggling away to himself beside her. One second they were leaning against the stand, the next minute the cart is falling forwards, causing people in front to move out of the way, as it tumbles to the floor. Cole and George shoot forward, trying to grab ahold of Josie and Danny but it was too late, the pair tumble with the stand. Slamming into the backside of the stand, Josie and Danny sprawl out on top, shocking coming over their bodies. For second everything comes to a standstill, nobody knowing what to do, and then laughter fills the air as Josie and Danny burst into drunken laughter. George aren't Cole just stand and look at the pair Not knowing whether to laugh or be disappointed.

Jackie and Alex lean forward gripping their stomachs as they watched the video back. Josie sighs.

"You were like two stubborn children," Jackie wheezes out. Josie shakes her head.

" Let's just say it's one of the many reasons why I do not get drunk anymore," Alex laughs, pointing to the screen.

"Look at dad and Cole, they don't know what to do, the pair burst out into laughter once again, Josie just shaking her head at the pair of them.

"What are you all laughing at," Josie turns and see Will standing, with his hands on his hips. Jackie takes in a deep breath, suppressing her laughter.

"Alex was showing me the videos..." she laughs again, her hands going to her knees. "The videos of Danny and Josie... and the stand," she bursts out laughing and Will can't help but start laughing as well, his head slightly moving side to side.

"Oh come on will, not you too," the older man just shakes his head, clearing his throat to help stop his laughter.

"Sorry Josie, but you have to admit that it was funny," this causes the girl to groan.

"That is what everyone has been saying."

"What had everyone been saying?" Biting her tongue, Josie turns and sees the face of the one person she has been wanting to see. Cole is standing in his classic brown jacket, a slight smile on his face as he looks at Josie. The pair stand and look at each other for a moment, everything and everyone else fading. He looked handsome today, he always look handsome but for some reason today, he looked more handsome.

"Hi," Josie gets out, causing Cole to smirk.

"Hey yourself," Josie can't help but bite her lip.

"Ehem," a voice clears behind them, causing the two to break out of their trance and look at Will, who's gaze is going between the two, clogs in his head turning.

"We were watching the videos of Danny and Josie when they did the stand," Cole raises his eyebrows, a smirk growing on his face.

"That was definitely a day to remember," this causes her to groan.

"Seems like everyone is remembering it."

"How could we not," Alex states, walking back behind the stand. Jackie now calmed down has just a smile on her face.

"Is the cart fixed?" Josie asks, changing the subject, finally.

"Cart is up and running, ready for the homecoming," Alex smiles, hands coming together in a clap.

"Well then, I think it's time you guys to get on with it," Cole claps will on the back and starts walking off. I'm going to go and get some pizza," his eyes land on Josies. "You coming Jos," he asks. A smile comes to her face, turning she looks at Jackie who is grinning at her, her thumbs lifted up in a thumbs up. Josie bites her lips and nods.

"Yeah, sure."

"Pineapple on a pizza, yay or nay," Cole asks, shoving a slice of pepperoni pizza in his mouth. Josie chews her own pizza moving her head from side to side, putting a hand out in front of her mouth so she can speak.

"Absolutely not, that's criminal, fruit should never be on pizza. Aunt Hattie likes it and trust me I judge her every time ," Cole chuckles. They were both sat in the pizza place, at a small table in the corner providing them some sort of quiet in the busy town.

Swallowing her food, Josie looks up at Cole who is leaning back against his chair, his eyes fixed on her. Clearing her throat, she puts down her slice and straightens in her chair.

"I heard that you broke things off with Erin," Cole stops chewing, stopping for a moment before putting his own slice down and nodding.

"Yeah, it was time... no point leading her on," the pair look each other in the eye and Josie can't help but smile.

"I also heard that you have been improving your grades, doing better in class," Cole smirks.

"Well I was given some motivation, I want my reward," Josie smirks, biting her bottom lip.

"And what's this motivation," her innocent act makes Cole smirk and lean forward.

"A date, with this girl. Now I mean this girl she is amazing. You know she is brave and kind and has the most amazing voice that I have ever heard," her cheeks become rosy and warm. "I could listen to her forever," this causes Josie to lift her head and look into his deep blue eyes. Cole smiles at her, moving his hand across the table he takes her hands in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, a smile on his face. Josie smiles, gripping his hands, the twos eye meeting, smiles on both of their faces.

"So do I get my reward?"

"Yes." 

[fanficwritinggirl]

Chapter 9 - Grapevine (My Montana)

"Did you hear about Cole and Erin?" Grace sat down across from Josie and Jackie at their table in The Lark. The pair look at each other, confusion on their face.

"What do you mean, what happened?" Jackie asks, putting down her cup of coffee. Grace grins as she leans forward.

"Well I heard through the grape vine that Cole broke things off with her," Josie raises an eyebrow trying to pretend that she didn't know.

"But they do this all the time, they break it off and then by next week they will be back together," Grace shakes her head.

"Turns out that Cole," she takes a dramatic pause. "He likes someone else. He told Erin that he wanted to be with this other girl. I mean, what if she doesn't even like him back," Jackie smirks, her chest moving up and down a bit as she tries to hide her laugh, grabbing her mug she takes a sip. Josie stills for a minute not knowing how to reply. Jackie nudges her foot, subtly telling her that she needs to say something to seem less obvious.

"Well maybe she does like him. We don't know what happened, for all we know Cole and this girl have already talked about it."

"But what if they hadn't. I mean imagine, Cole is risking losing everything with Erin because he wants to be with this other girl. Like how romantic," Grace was swooning, a massive smile on her face, little giggles leaving her mouth. Jackie puts smiles.

"Very romantic indeed, I wonder if this girl is going to give him chance," Josie looks down, grabbing her mug.

"Maybe she has, I'm sure we will see soon enough," taking a drink from her mug. Grace looks between the two girls across from her and raises an eyebrow.

"Am I missing something here?" She asks. Jackie and Josie look at each other, Josie just giving a slight shake of the head, to which Jackie turns back to Grace.

"No not at all. So heard anything else about this," Grace smirks and nods.

"Well, when I was walking past Miss Jacob's office the other day, Cole was in there talking to her. She was praising him because he has actually been paying attention in class and really turning around his grades. Can you believe? Who is this new Cole walking about," Grace laughs and Josie can't help but allow her lips to turn up a little bit.

"Turning around his grade huh."

"Yes. I heard from Kate Matthew's that he has been participating, putting his hand up, answering question. Actually handing in assignments. It's like he has done a whole 180 on his life," excitement and happiness rushes through her body as she hears this. He kept his promise. Gulping down the last of her drink, she grabs her bag.

"You know, I just remember that I promised my aunt Hat that I was going to help her with something, so I need to go," she slings her bag over her shoulder, turning to the other girls.

"See you girls at the homecoming?" Jackie nods.

"I'm working the cart with Alex this year," Josie raises an eyebrows a smirk on her face.

"Oh that is going to be a long day, trust me. You do not want to hear about the year and Danny did it," Grace giggles.

"It was hilarious, they were so drunk," Josie groans remembering.

"What? When was this?" Jackie asks.

"Last year, me and Danny got bored standing around, so we started to drinking the cider under the cart. Let's just say it didn't end well," Grace laughs, wheezing, judt about being able to get her words out.

"You and Danny, falling over and knocking the cart down," she chackles. "Was the funniest thing I have ever seen," Josie shakes her head.

"Oh my god," Jackie's mouth was hanging open, and Grace was just pissinng herself.

"Let's just say me and Danny have been banned from doing the cart," Jackie snarled her head, a smirk on her lips.

"Well, I don't think me and Alex are going to do that now," Josie nods.

"Trust me, don't. I still remember the hangover, I didn't get out of bed for two days. I don't think aunt Hat knew whether to laugh or be angry," the girls giggle. Josie sighs.

"Well I have to go, so I will see yous later," the girls nod at her.

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"Aunt Hat?" Josie closes the door behind her. Slipping off her bag she places it on the floor, her shoes are slipped off.

"In here," Hattie calls, following the voice Josie finds her sitting on the couch, a book in hand.

"Hey, how was the Lark," Josie smiles, plopping herself down next to her aunt.

"Yeah it was good, was getting busy though. A lot of people were talking about the homecoming,," Hattie closes her book, placing it next to her.

"Well it is only, arguably the biggest night of the year for the town, hundreds of years of tradition," Josie shakes her head.

"It is a little ridiculous though, I mean so much work for one day and then it is over before you know it," Hattie shrugs, moving her head side to side slightly.

"Well you know people can say the same about Christmas," Josie gasps moving away from her aunt, her mouth hanging open.

"I cannot believe you just said that! Christmas is the best day of the year," Hattie laughs.

"I'm sorry Josie, didn't mean to offend you," The pair laugh Josie leaning into the cushions. Hattie leans forward, putting her arms on her knees.

"So I have to know, who is doing the cart this year," Josie groans, putting her hands on her face.

"Well, you will be happy to know that George and Katherine are still banning me and Danny from doing the cart," Hattie dramatically puts her hand on her heat and lets out a deep breathe causing Josie to roll her eyes. "It's Alex and Jackie." Hattie raises her eyebrows, her lip coming out from under her upper lip in almost a pount, nodding her head slightly.

"That will be interesting to see. I don't know how Alex is going to fair though," Josie nods.

"He's not really you know..."

"Socially out there, a bit awkward. Yeah. But hey, it might help bring him out of him shell. It must be a bit weird for Jackie though, I bet they don't have anything like this out east," Josie chuckles.

"Or trust me, she doesn't, but then again she went to an all girls school that didn't even have a football team," Hatties mouth falls open.

"Seriously an all girls school. No boys. And their teenagers. God I couldn't imagine that," Josie raises her eyebrows.

"We you boy crazy as a teen?" Hattie scoffs.

"Oh yeah, not the finest time in my life, but everyone has been at some point right. Well maybe not you, you have only had one guy catch your eye, a certain blonde," Josie gasps, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at her aunt.

"I cannot believe you just said that," Hattie cackles and puts her hands up in defence as Josie goes to grab another pillow.

"Hey, it had to be said. Seriously Josie, when is something going to happen between the two of you. I have never see two people pine over each other as much as you two," Josie groans.

"I told you, that it's complicated," Hattie scoffs.

"Come on, that was weeks ago and don't think that Katherine hasn't been telling me stuff," Josie throws another pillow.

"I swear have you two got nothing better to talk about than me and Cole."

"Ha, come on it's our jobs to, how can we not," Josie sighs, shoving her face into a pillow. Hatties mouth falls in a straight line and she gives Josies arm a poke.

"Come on, what's happened," Josie shakes her head, head never leaving the pillow.

"Nothing has happened."

"Come on Jos, I don't believe that for a second. Katherine has been telling me how Cole has changed, and I would place my money on it having something to do with you," Josie huffs and lifts her head up, her chin now resting on it. Hattie looks at her with her eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer. Josie sighs.

"Okay so maybe something happened," Hattie squeals.

"Oh my god, tell me, tell me," Josie rolls her eyes.

"I swear you are worse than a teenager.

"Oh but you still love me. Now tell me," Hattie inches closer and Josie leans her head back.

"Okay, okay. So it happened the night after the whole..."

"Incident in the kitchen," Hattie finished for her, Josie nods her head.

"Right. So I went to go and ask him about what the hell that was. And we were in his shed and he started telling me how he didn't know what he was doing, that he shouldn't have done it. But he never said that he didn't mean any of it. And then he said 'how could I not mean it'," Hattie gasps, her eyes wide, excitement coving her face.

"And then you know, he tried to kiss me," Hatties mouth closed and a million different emotions went across her face before landing in confusion.

"What hold on, what do you mean, tried to kiss you. Did you not let him kiss you," Josie closes her eyes and groans.

"Trust me, it's not that I didn't want to, I wanted to. Like I really wanted too," Hattie laughs.

"Ha, yeah I know, you looked like you really wanted to shove your tongue down each others throats and play tonsile hockey that day in the kitchen.

"Aunt Hat," Josies cheeks go red and she hides her face in the pillow. Hattie rubs her her arm.

"Sorry, sorry. That was a bit much, come on tell me why didn't you kiss him," Josie huffs.

"It was because of the way he was acting with Erin," Hattie leans back, eyebrows raised.

"Hold on, like on again, off again Erin," Josie nods.

"He had his arm around her at lunch that day," Hattie scoffs.

"Seriously?" Josie nods, moving the pillow under her arms.

"So that's why I told him, that if he wanted to be with me, and he really meant all of those things than we was going to have to prove it. Change his behaviour, stop leading girls on and then I might give him a chance," Hattie beams, she puts her hand out, Josie gives her a high five.

"That's my girl, don't make it too easy for them," Josie laughs a smile on her face.

"And I think he is changing aunt Hat. Grace was telling me how everyone is saying how he is getting involved with class. Apparently he is really turning around his grades," Hattie smiles giving her a nod.

"I know, Katherine got a phone call this week. His teachers will really singing his praises," Josie can't help but grin. "But what is going on with Erin, has he really broke it off with her yet or is that next on the list," Josie giggles, shaking her head.

"According to Grace, he broke it off with Erin, saying that he had feeling for another girl," Hattie leans up on her knees and squeals. Josie can't help but laugh, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

"Finally!" Hattie shouts, bringing her niece into a hug.

"I'm happy for you sweetie. You deserve some happiness," Josie hugs her aunt back and giggles.

"I am, I will be as long as he stays like the old Cole," Hattie nods knowing what she means.

"He will do, it's Cole," Josies smile grows wide again. Pulling back, the pair look at each other, Hattie strokes Josies hair, rubbing her cheek.

"What did you grow up so quickly, it feels like yesterday I received the Polaroid or you in the mail," Josie laughs.

"I don't know, but don't worry, you'll never get rid of me," Hattie sighs in relief.

"Thank god," Josie laughs at this. The pair just sit in silence for a minute before Hattie clears her throat and stands up.

"Okay enough of this, I'm going to go and make dinner. Pizza okay?" Josie nods, leaning back into the couch.

"Love you aunt Hat," Hattie stops at the arch and looks at her niece.

"Love you to Jos."

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Chapter 8 - Happiness (My Montana)

Trigger warning ahead - ab*se

"YOU STUPID SLUT!" Plates and cups hit the wall with a SMASH. Tears ran down her eyes, her body trembling, her knees brought up to her chest, her face hidden.

"I ALREADY HAVE ENOUGH TO DO WITHOUT HEARING ABOUT YOU WHORING AROUND THE TOWN," more plated and cups go flying. Sobbing can be heard in the silent moment.

"I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean it, I'll do better," her mother apologises over and over again, I'm sorry.

"SORRY IS NO GOOD ENOUGH, AUBREY. I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING FOR YOU AND THAT GIRL AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY," a bang is heard, a table sliding and a body hitting the floor. Her mother cries out in pain, sobs following after. She covers her ears, trying to drown out the noise. The back door slams and Josie hears the car turn out and drive away. After a few minutes, she gathers the courage to come out of her closet and look out the window. Her dads truck was gone, he wasn't hear, she had to make sure before she went down stairs.

Her small legs carry her down the stairs, treading carefully to make not to much, adrenaline and fear still coasting through her veins. She walks across the living room, towards the door to the kitchen. It's was slightly ajar, the light providing a pathway towards it. She pushes the door gently poking her head around and taking the image in front of her. Her mother had a cut above her brow, bruises decorated her arms purple, little red and blackish brown cigarette burns covered her arms. Ring little cuts were on her knees, a shimmer of light hit the glass that was imbedded in them.

Josie took in the sight of her mother, she was on her hands and knees with a dustpan and brush, sweeping up the broken glass, the table was on its side. Tiny sniffles were the only noise coming from her.

"Mom," she said in a weak voice, her mom looked up at her and Josie wished she could say that this was the first time that she had seen her mother like this. Her moms lips turn up a little, trying to give her daughter a reassuring smile.

"It's okay baby, daddy was just mad."

"He's always mad, mom."

"I know baby. But it's fine," her mom leaned back on her feet trying to stand, having to grab the counter to bring herself to her feet.

"It's not fine. He shouldn't be doing this..." Josie has tears streaming down her face at this point. Her mother limps over to her and brings pulls her toward her, her head now resting on her chest.

"I know baby. God I know," her mother was crying again. "But I made peace with this a long time ago. And your daddy is not all that bad, he just get mad sometimes," Josie shakes her head.

"Doesn't mean that he should lay his hands on you," Josies mom shakes her now.

"Baby, don't worry about me, okay. Just stay up in your room when your daddy is mad, let me deal with him," Josie looks up at her mom.

"I don't want him to hurt you anymore," a tear leaves her mothers eye and slips down her face, a sniffle leaves her mother and then she places a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Go and get some sleep baby, you have school in the morning," and then her mother turns and continues to clean up the mess. And all that Josie could do was turn and walk out of the kitchen.

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"Wait you gave what to Skylar?" Isaac asks Nathan as they sat on one of the outside tables. Josie leaned her head on her hand as she spaced out.

"You don't think a song is a bit much. I mean you not even dating. Don't you think Josie?" Isaac turned and looks at the older girl not even paying attention. Danny who was sitting next to her shakes her shoulder.

"Huh?" She asks as she breaks out of her trance.

"Isaac was asking you something," Danny tells her and she looks over at Isaac and gives him a small smile.

"Sorry Isaac, I wasn't paying attention," Isaac nods, accepting her apology.

"No it's fine. I just said that maybe writing a song for a guy your not even dating might be a little much," Isaac said turning back to Nathan who had a sheepish expression.

"I just didn't know how else to tell him, I thought that a song would be subtle."

"Subtle, that is the opposite of subtle," Alex pipes up.

"Hey guys, come on lay off of him a little," Josie tells them, seeing that they were making him feel more embarrassed when he clearly already was embarrassed enough. Nathan gives her a small smile.

"While I agree that maybe a song is a little bit much when you aren't even seeing each other, I think it's sweet," Josie tells Nathan who just nods his head. Isaac shakes his head a little before grabbing his bag and giving Alex's shoulder a slight tap.

"Come on, I want to get some lunch," Alex nods at him, grabbing his own bag and the pair walk off. Josie rolls her eyes before turning to Nathan again.

"I must say I cannot believe that you have been writing songs and have not told me," Nathan chuckles at this and shrugs.

"I was just trying something out," Josie raises her eyebrows, a smile still on her face.

"Well, I want to hear this song. If you'll let me?" To this Nathan nods, and jumps off of the table.

"I'm going to go and catch up with the guys, get some lunch, talk to you later?" Josie nods and he walks away. Danny nudges her arm when Nathan is gone and she turns to him.

"What was that?" He asks her, which causes her face to scrunch up in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"The spacing out. You have another bad nightmare?" Josie huffs leaning forward and placing her head on her wrapped arms.

"Aren't I always," Danny sighs.

"Have you told Hattie about this," Josie scoffs and laughs.

"I don't need to tell her, she is the one who wakes up to me screaming," to this Danny leans his head on his fist and looks at her.

"Have you looked into getting more sessions with June," Josie huffs.

"Danny, there is only so much therapy can do, and I'm not going on the pills."

"They won't put you on pill, Josie."

"Danny, I have been on this road for 8 years, we have tried everything and the only thing we haven't tried is pills. But I'm not taking them, they would have to shove them down my throat," Danny shakes his head and sighs. "You know it's not something that I'm ever forget, I'm just going to have to live with it Danny," Danny sighs.

"You shouldn't have to," Josie laughs at this, Déjà vu again.

"I know, I shouldn't, but I do. It's just my life Danny," Danny gives him a small smile and nods. Josie groans feeling bad putting all of this on him. "Come here," she says opening her arms. "Bring it in," she tells him in which he laughs pulling her into his arms. They hug for a moment, the once sad atmosphere dwindling. "You are my best friend you know, the closest I'll ever have to a real brother," Danny laughs.

"I know, you tell me all the time, your like another sister to me Josie."

"And you know that I do care about what you think, I just... this is just something that you can't help me with. I just need to figure it out on my own," Danny nods.

"I know, just don't like you suffering," Josie laughs.

"Im not suffering Danny, I'm living my life, proving him wrong," Danny pulls back and laughs.

"Hell yeah you are," and the two burst into a fit of laughter. Josie looks to her left and sees Cole walking past.

"Hey Cole," a voice says cheerily, Josie turns around and sees that it's Erin who is being so cheerful. Cole gives her a small smile and nods his head.

"Hey Erin, can I have a chat with you."

"Yeah of course," Erin turns to Olivia exchanging s few words and then the pair are walking next to each other into one of the buildings, out of sight leaving Olivia on her own.

"I wonder what that is about?" Danny asks and Josie has a feeling about what it might be about.

"Umm, im not sure," and Josie can't help but feel bad for lying.

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You take down from the shelf Stories I tell To feel like I feel right now Remember this time, of just you and I We light up the

Josie sits at the top of Nathan's bed as he strums along of his guitar the song that he wrote Skylar. Josie had a smile on her face. It was one of the sweetest things that she had ever heard. As he finished Josie can't help but clap.

"That was amazing," she tells him, Nathan's gives a sheepish smile.

"Thanks."

"Seriously Nathan, it was so sweet."

"Not a little much," Josie stills for a minute before raising her shoulder a little.

"Just a bit," Nathan's groans. "But it doesn't make it any less sweet, and I think that Skylar should be at least flattered that someone wrote a song about him. I know that I would be," Nathan's chuckles.

"Sorry to tell you Josie, but I don't swing that way," Josie scoffs, grabbing his pillow chucking at him, doing her best to avoid his guitar.

"No shit Sherlock, but Nathan seriously, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean you started off strong, now you just have to wait for Skylar to make his decision," Nathan sighs, putting down his guitar.

"It's just... I really like him and I don't want to mess it up before it has even started," Josie can only nod, she knew exactly how he felt. Josie rubs his arm and gives him a small smile.

"Don't worry about it now, everything will work out as it should," Nathan nods and pulls her into a hug.

"Thank you."

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Walking into the kitchen, Josie is met with the sight of Katherine cooking dinner. "Hey Katherine," the older red head turned and smiled at the younger girl.

"Hey sweetheart, you looking to get some peace," Josie laughs as she sits down.

"Maybe, but I've grown used to it," Katherine laughs at this shaking her head.

"Sweetheart, you might be used to it but you need some peace and quiet," Josie snickers.

"And when do you get peace and quiet?" Katherine raises her eyebrows and nods.

"Good point," the pair laugh. It was nice to have this time with Katherine, it felt like sometimes they didn't get these moments anymore. Katherine was busy with the practice and having to deal with the drama that comes from having this many kids, when Josie first moved here, Katherine was on maternity leave and they had more time to spend together. Over the years Katherine had become another mother to Josie, if Josie ever had a problem and Aunt Hat wasn't available she always knew that she could come to Katherine.

"So how have you been sweetheart, you okay," Josie looks down at her hands and nods.

"Yeah I've been fine, you know. I'm always fine," Katherine puts a mug of tea in front of Josie, which she happily accepts.

"I find that when someone says that they are fine, they are not really fine," Josie sighs and takes a sip of her tea, putting it down she looks at Katherine.

"It's just... there's just a lot going on."

"Care to elaborate," Josie leans her head back and sighs.

"I like someone," Katherine takes a minute to take it in and then leans against the counter.

"Okay."

"And he likes me too, but it's just, it's complicated," Katherine nods.

"Complicated how?" Josie sighs.

"He just... he has made some decisions that just make it harder to be with him, like by being with him it's going to upset people."

"Who is going to be upset about you both being happy," Josie laughs at this.

"It's not that they are upset about us being happy, they are just going to be upset because it changes things. Because they were lead tto believe that something could become something and that was never the case," Katherine can only think about giving her son a hit on the head.

"Well I think that as long as he fixes those issues then you should allow yourselves to be happy, Josie. Sometimes you need to stop thinking about what others may think. You have to think about yourself," Josie nods.

"Maybe I should. But I think I am going to make him work for it a little more. Can't make it to easy for him," Katherine laughs at this.

"You really are your aunts, niece."

"What was aunt Hat like when it came to dating," Katherine smiles thinking back to when they were younger.

"She never made it easy for them. She was not going to waste her time on a guy if they just wanted a meaningless fling. She had nothing against others for having flings but she just wasn't that person. She wanted something meaningful, something that could become something," Josie takes a sip of her tea and thinks.

"And what about after I came. What was it like then," Katherine bites her lip, choosing her words carefully.

"I think that after you came to her, she realised that there was somethings more important than finding someone, that she had you to look after and nothing else mattered," Josie sighs at this.

"But did she not want more."

"She did. At one point she wanted to go travelling around Europe. Get her degree and just go and see the world but things change. Life works in mysterious ways and maybe, there is a reason things happened in the ways that they did," Josie understood what she meant, but it didn't make her feel any less guilty.

"Hey, enough of this deep chat. Let's get this dinner out," Josie laughs and grabs the bread rolls and brings them to the table.

"And Josie," she turns and looks at Katherine.

"Please let yourself be happy, you and Cole deserve it," and Josie was left speechless.

[fanficwritinggirl]

Chapter 7 - Prove it (My Montana)

Josie knocks on the door, leaning back and forth from the tips of her toes to the balls of her feet. She played with the ends of her sleeves as nerves filled her body. "Come in" the voice invites her, taking a deep breath she opens the door. Inside Jackie is sitting on her bed with text books surrounding her, a notebook open with a pen now laying on top of it.

"Hey Jackie, how you doing?" Josie asks her nervously, awkward tension filled the room.

"I'm fine, thank you," Jackie replied politely. There wasn't much else she could say to Josie. Though Jackie had been living in the Walter household for months now, you would think that the pair would have spent sometime together by now, but when it came down to it, Josie was spending most of her time with Danny or helping Nathan learn guitar or help some of the younger kids with whatever they were getting up to. So I didn't really leave much time for the two of them to handle out.

"Was there something that I could help you with?" Jackie face was plastered with confusion, probably wondering why she was just standing in her room.

"Oh um," Josie steps closer closing the door behind her. "I know that we are not close or anything and you can say no if you want but... I was just wondering, if it would be possible, for you to help me with chemistry. See I'm not failing chem or anything but just... I'm finding it hard and I want to get a better grade and Danny was saying to me how you were in advanced classes and to ask and see if you could help. You don't have to say yes, it's fine if you can't or don't want to," god she was embarrassing when it came to talking to new people.

Jackie shakes her head with a smile on her. "Of course I can help. Come sit, we can go over whatever you need." Josie lets out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you so much," she sits down on the bed as Jackie goes to her desk and gets a textbook.

"I'm sorry for you that whole, verbal diarrhoea," Jackie laughs at that as she sits back down on the bed. "It's just, I'm not great with talking to new people." Jackie nods her head understanding.

"I get it, people have a tendency to think that a person is so confident but really they don't know what inner demons they may be facing," Josie gives a sympathetic smile.

"You saying that from experience?" Jackie looks at her with a small smile, opening up the textbook.

"So how come, I have been living here for months now and we have never gotten to know each other?" Jackie asks and Josie just smirks.

"Well you know what the Walter household is like, there is never a quiet moment, there is always something going on that you end up getting dragged into when you don't want to," Jackie groans.

"Oh my god, yes. Sometimes it's like I can't get a moments peace. I am always planning to do something and then end of getting dragged into something else and I never get around to that job I was planning to do," Josie laughs.

"A word of advice, stick to hanging out with Alex. I might not be that close to him but I think that you two would be good sticking together," Jackie sighs at this and rolls her head back.

"What?" Josie asks her confused at her reaction.

"Promise to keep this between us?" Jackie asks her nervously. Josie smiles holding up her pinkie finger. Jackie smiles linking her pinkie with Josies.

"Pinky swear," Josie tells her. Jackie groans.

"Alex is nice and all, like we get along really well," Josie nods in agreement. "But I just get the feeling that he likes me more than that, like maybe he likes me, likes me," Josie laughs.

"You can say that again. He is like a doe eyed puppy," Jackie puts her head in her hands.

"That's what I'm afraid of. Like I said he's great but do you know just when someone just gives you the... you know."

"The ick," Josie finishes for her. Jackie moves her hands away from her face like a huge weight is lifted off of her chest.

"Exactly, and I know I have Grace I could talk to about this but I think we both know that Grace can be a bit of a gossip," Josie nods understanding where she is coming from.

"Lovely girl just doesn't get to experience things like you do because of her parents," Jackie nods.

"It's just, I want to be able to be friends with Alex and it not have to be something more. Or people thinking that it's more than it is," Josie gives Jackie's arm a reassuring rub.

"Trust me, from someone who has for years had to listen to people assuming that me and Danny are more than we are, I get that it can be annoying," Jackie raises an eyebrow.

"So there isn't anything going on between you and Danny," Josie groans leaning back on the bed, Jackie laughs.

"I'm sorry, it's just, I have heard that rumour from others and I just have to say, I don't see it between you two," Josie lets out a sigh in relief.

"Thank you, trust me Danny is like my brother and I'm like a sister to him," Jackie nods. The room falls silent for a minute before Jackie scrunch's her face up a little.

"Right, I don't want you to think that I am overstepping here but I just have to ask?" Josie sits up and looks at the younger girl, eyebrow raised.

"Is there something going on between you and Cole?" Josie freezes. "It's just I have seen the way you two have been acting, like there is just some you... tension or unspoken feelings there. Correct me if I'm wrong?" Josie sighs putting her head in her hands.

"It's... complicated."

"Complicated?"

"So complicated Jackie. I mean I have just been through the ringer with him. One minute we were nearly kissing and then the next minute he has his arm around Erin at lunch..." Jackie stops her.

"Wait hold on, near kiss and Erin?" Shock was clear in Jackie's voice. Josie groans realising she just slipped up. She looks at Jackie with pleading eyes.

"Please don't say anything to anyone outside of this room," Jackie nods. "Yesterday when I was at home, Cole popped over. We had hot cocoa and next thing I know we are having a water fight and then dancing..."

"Aww you were dancing," Jackie smiles finding that detail adorable.

"Yeah, and it was really sweet and then before I know it he has his finger under my chin and is leaning towards me."

"Please tell me you leaned in too?"

"Of course I did, I mean... I have known Cole for years, since we were kids. And before the incident with his knee and everything he was this kind, amazing person to everyone, everyone liked him," Josie recalls.

"But you liked him more than a friend didn't you?" Jackie asks the question and Josie can only nod and sigh.

"But after his knee injury, he just... turned into this person who just didn't care about anyone else, or at least act like he didn't care about anyone else. But sometime I see the old Cole come through, the one who I care for, the one who I miss and yesterday I saw that Cole," Jackie gives a small, sympathetic smile.

"So why didn't you kiss?" Josie groans at this.

"My aunt Hat came home so that we could have lunch together, I don't think she knew what to think of the situation," Jackie laughs.

"Well, if you walked in on your niece and a boy nearly kissing then I wouldn't know what to do either," Josie groans.

"Its just made my head spin, and I talked about it with my aunt Hat and everything. You know we are close and I tell her pretty much everything but I don't think that this is something that she can help me with or understand. I mean it has been at least 10 years since she has dated anyone, so I just don't think she is the best person to ask for dating advice," Jackie frowns.

"And you think that I'm the person for that job?" Josie shrugs.

"Well, after hearing about your predicament with Alex, I've second guessed that decision but you at least know what dating in this day and age is like, even if it's just from listening about others," Jackie nods. "So any advice?" Jackie laughs at this.

"I think you just need to talk to Cole. Ask him what the hell that whole thing was and ask him what that thing with Erin was at lunch, which on that note what was that thing with Erin at lunch?" Josie sighs.

"I was at lunch today and he just waltz's in looks at me and then goes and sits putting his arm around Erin, acting like a couple," Jackie's mouth flies open.

"Seriously, you really need to bring that up," Josie looks down playing with the sleeves of her top.

"I just don't want to act like a crazy bitch," Jackie shakes her head.

"Your not, if he is giving you all of these mixed messages and then acting like he and Erin are together the day after this all happened then you need to talk to him. Don't beat around the bush," Josie leans back again the bed and sighs. She sits thinking for a minute before a laugh escapes her lips.

"Why did I never come to you before. How have we not been friends before this," Jackie laughs at the comment.

"Maybe because Danny, Nathan and the rest of the family have been hogging you," Josie continues laughing.

"Well from now, us girls must stick together," Jackie nods before opening the chemistry text book.

"Now we must really get on with chem," Josie huffs and nods. "What is it you have been finding hard?" Josie snickers.

"Would you hate me if I said all of it?" Jackie raises her eyebrows nodding her head slowly.

"Okay, so why don't we start from the beginning."

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Josie sighs as she opens the front door of the Walter house, the fresh air hits her and she leans back taking a deep breathe. She huffs a little bit before rubbing her temples with her fingers. Let's just say after spending two and a half hours learning chemistry her head was pounding.

Dropping her hands to her side, she looks around, it was dark, the only thing illuminating was the porch lights and the light on Cole's work shed. Running her fingers through her hair, pulling it back she rolls her shoulder back and marches towards the shed. She was going to get answers one way or another.

She grabs the handle, pushing the door opened. It was bright inside, Coles work tools scattered around from where they have been discarded carelessly. "Cole?" her voice carries through the small space. Wheels squeak as they are pushed, Cole's body roles out from under the truck, his back layed on top of the car creeper. Cole lifts himself up and turns looking at her. His head falls down as he sighs and carefully lifts himself up, placing his tool on the workbench. He slowly turns to her and leans against his workbench, rubbing his hands with a cloth.

"Do you want something?" He asks her shortly, causing her to snicker.

"Wow, is that really what you are going to ask me," Cole shoves the cloth down on the workbench and sighs.

"What do you want me to say, Montana," he questions.

"I want us to talk about what happened yesterday. What the hell was that?" Cole groans and pushes himself off of the bench and runs his finger through his hair.

"I don't know okay. I don't know what the hell I was doing," Josie huffs, shaking her head, her hands coming to rest on her hips.

"What do you mean you don't know what you were doing Cole. You were saying all those things to me and we nearly kiss. I..." Cole cuts her off.

"It was stupid okay. I shouldn't have said those things. Alright," Josie takes in a deep breathe, tears coming to her eyes.

"You said you shouldn't have said that, but you didn't say that you didn't mean them," she shakes her head, biting down on her tongue. "Did you mean it."

"Of course I meant it," Cole bursts, his attention was now on her. "Of course, I meant it, how could I not, look a you. You are so beautiful and brave and... strong. I watch you with my family, how you treat each of them so much time and attention. I honestly don't know how you do it..." he steps closer to her taking her hands in his. "You brighten my life, Josie. When you walk into the room, I can't help but look at you. And I know that I know that I'm not good at showing how I feel, I go around things the wrong way but... I care for you more than I should... but god... you are all I think about," Josie bites her tongue and nods, her eyes looking at their intertwined hands.

Swallowing, she looks up at him. "What was today with Erin. You were back doing the same thing that you always do. You give a girl false hope and then you go running back to her. If you care for me, then why do you do that," Cole sighs, shrugging his shoulders.

"I don't know, god I don't know. Since everything with my knee, my head is just so fucked," tears comes to his eyes and Josie shakes her head, being her hands to wipe them. "Why do I do these things Montana. I know it's shitting of me and I still do them. But I don't want to anymore, I want to be good and not lead them along like I have. I don't want them, I just want you," tears are running down her face now. This was the Cole that she knew, not he fake one.

"Then you need to show it. Be the Cole that I know. The kind and considerate one, not the one that you have been pretending to me. Be the Cole that I fell for," Cole nods his head, a smile appearing on his face.

"The Cole you fell for?" He asks, hope in his voice. Josie sighs, shaking her head and looking down. Cole brings his finger under her chin and lifts her head up to look at him, it was giving serious déjà vu. Cole leans forward, going to connect their lips. Josie leans forwards but leans back and groans.

"Cole, we can't."

"Why can't we. I care for you, you care for me, so what is stopping us," Josie steps back and sighs.

"Because... I need you to show me that you mean that. We nearly kissed yesterday, and then today you were like that with Erin. I need you to show me that you mean what you say. Apologise to Erin for leading her on, to any of the other girls you have been leading on and promise that you are not going to do that again. And to everyone else, you need to make time for them, keep your promises when you make them and prove to them that you are not an ass like you have been. And we need to find a way to tell Danny before everyone else," Cole raises an eyebrow.

"Danny? Why would we need to tell Danny?" Josie groans.

"Come on Cole. I'm his best friend, you're his brother. It's going to change things," Cole puts his head down and nods.

"Okay... we'll figure something out. We'll find a way to find Danny, and I'll make it up to you, to everyone else. I promise you," Cole takes her head in his hands and rests their foreheads together. Josie nods.

"It's a start, now prove it."

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Chapter 6 - Mistake (My Montana)

Hot balls of oil spit underneath the bacon as it sizzles in the pan on the stove, the smell filling the house as it cooks. Cooked bacon was what woke Josie from her deep slumber, having no recollection of even falling asleep. She carries herself down the stairs, the need for food becoming more imminent. Hattie stands at the stove, the tip of a spatula placed on the bacon as she presses on it.

"You know that's not going to make it cook quicker right," Josie tells her as she passes behind her and to the coffee maker. Hattie smirks.

"It's cooked, I just want it to get some colour. Colour adds..." Josie looks over her shoulder and cuts her off. "Flavour, I know. I swear I hear you bang on about it every time you cook food," Josie fills her mug and walks over, planting herself in a chair at the table taking a sip of her black coffee, grabbing a slice of toast that was sitting between the metal wires of the toast holder. Hattie, having taken the bacon the pan, follows behind her, plate of bacon in hand.

"Well seeing as I don't cook that often, it's surprising that it has stuck with you as much as it has," Hattie comments as she takes her own slice of toast. Josie smirks, raising an eyebrow as she chews on her toast and swallows.

"I think that because of the rare insistence that you cook, the memories stay with me more," the room falls into silence, though smiles are both present on their faces.

"I don't remember falling asleep, it was like I passed out," Hattie nods at the comment, taking a sip of her tea.

"Yeah. I ended up coming back late, got called out to the Bennetts ranch due to a calf being breached, and had to do an emergency C-section."

"Did they survive?" Josie's eyebrows were knitted together in concern. Hattie shakes her head a bit and sighs.

"Mama was fine, but the calf died, there wasn't enough oxygen. Mr Bennett was able to get a surrogate calf from Mr Myers farm," Josie nods, understanding that, that was a normal thing in farming, stock died, it's mother nature. The room returned to silence again, a pause in the conversation as one topic needed for discussion, hanging in the corner of the room, waiting to be discussed.

"So... are we going to talk about what I walked in on yesterday?" Hattie purses her lips slightly as she glances at her niece from the corner of her eye. Josie places her mug down, cradling it in between her hands as she ponders her words.

"What do you want to know?" Josie asks quietly, causing Hattie to laugh, her hands lifting into the air a little as her face lifts.

"Oh, I don't know what is going on between you and Cole," it was such an obvious question and Josie didn't quite know how to answer it.

"There is nothing going on between us," Josie tells her aunt truthfully, Hattie's eyes lift in disbelief. Josie puts her hands out.

"No, I am being serious. Nothing is going on," Hattie leans back in her chair and crosses her arms.

"SERIOUSLY!" she shouted, and Josie couldn't help but groan.

"Yes, seriously."

"What is your guy's problem?" Hattie's hands untangle themselves and she places them on the edge of the table. "I mean come on, you were clearly having a moment before I interrupted," Josie scrunches her eyes up and nods her head.

"Yeah, you did. Thanks for that."

"Sorry."

"But I mean..." Josie brushes her hair back and she slides them over her head and rests them, connected, behind her neck. "He came over, we had hot cocoa, ended up having a water fight and then next thing I know, he is pulling me to him, and we are dancing in the kitchen. And it has just thrown me into a spanner, Aunt Hat. I mean what does this mean?" Josie spirals and all Hattie can do is place her hand on the younger girl's forearm.

"Hey. Listen to me, okay. I don't know what this means," Josie's face drops, and Hattie puts her free hand out. "But I think it's safe to say that there are clearly some feelings there from Cole's side. But clearly, he is not very good at expressing, verbally, what he is feeling," Josie scoffs.

"Oh, you can say that again," she takes a sip of her coffee and Hattie sighs.

"Look all I know is that there is something between you and Cole, and one of you need to grow a pair and say something, because at this rate you two are going to drive me to drink, and I already have 101 reasons to become an alcoholic as is," Hattie comments and Josie smirks at her aunt's antics, her face quickly changes as she leans back in her chair, her face becoming serious.

"It's just... my nightmares, me mentally right now, Danny. these things I take into consideration before starting a relationship. If there is a relationship to start."

"But what about what June said about being happy. Allowing yourself to be happy and that it might help the nightmares to become less severe. And I'm sure Danny isn't as blind as you think to what is going on between you and Cole," Josie snickers.

"Trust me, I love Danny, but he sometimes can be so oblivious to what is going around him, he almost deserves a medal for it, though I can't blame him. I mean when you have that big of a family and you are seeing and hearing about all the shit that is going on with them, I can't really blame him for not seeing it."

"Doesn't mean that the others haven't," Hattie comments and Josie smirks, shaking her head.

"Yeah, Alex. Guess he is the best perspective. But that is just because he watches every detail of Cole's life, waiting for him to slip up so that he can hold him to it forever. Not letting him forget the little mistake he has made. It's toxic," Hattie nods.

"Yeah. These two together have never been a good mix. Sometimes siblings are just made to argue, and that is Cole and Alex," Josie smiles.

"Where you and Mom like that," Josie asks and Hattie laughs as she reminisces.

"Oh, your mother was a pain in my ass. In a good way," Josie laughs. "She used to steal my clothes a lot when she started dating... you know," Josie smiles drops and looks down at her mug and nods understanding what her aunt was insinuating.

"And next thing I know, she was married and out of the house and moved to another state. And I would do anything to have one more day to argue with her," Hattie's voice cracks and Josie can do nothing but stand up and wrap her arms around her aunt in a hug. Hattie smiles as she wraps her arms around her niece.

"Hey, none of this now. Too early for this now. Why don't you go and get ready for the day. I'm sure the boys will be here soon to pick you up. You sure you don't want me to drive you?" Josie pulls away and shakes her head.

"No, it's your day off. Go back to bed, sleep some more and relax. I'll be fine," Josie tells her before putting her plate in the sink and running up the stairs. Hattie sat and sighed as she took a sip from coffee.

"God please let her be okay, and figure everything out. For my sake and your Aub," she speaks to nothing but herself.

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Josie hated chemistry. She really did, like how was she going to be able to use this in her life. Yeah, she might not know exactly what it is she wants to do yet but she knows one thing, chemistry is not going to help her in any case.

"Okay class, can anyone tell me the atomic structure of oxygen," Josie puts her head down, continuing to doodle at the corner of her page.

"Anyone? Josie why don't you tell us," Josie lifts her head, eyes wide.

"Umm...it has protons and electrons," she states dumbly.

"Correct and how many protons and electrons are there?" The teacher asks her and Josie was stumped. A foot hits her, under the table and she turned and Danny has written on the corner of his page the answer.

"8 protons, 8 neurons" the teacher smiled and nod.

"Correct well done Josie," they moved on and continued the lesson. Danny nudged her with his elbow and she looks at him again.

"You okay?" Her lips lift up a little and she nods.

"Fine."

"You sure, you keep zoning out," Josie nods again.

"I'm fine, just tired. And it's doesn't help that chemistry makes absolutely no sense to me," Danny nods understanding where she was coming from.

"I know she is a few grades below up, but I heard that Jackie is quite good at science. I think she's in advanced classes. Maybe you could ask her to give you some help you know," Josie sits there and thinks about it. It would be useful, with Jackie living at the Walters and all, it not like Josie isn't there herself most of the time.

"Yeah, yeah. I think I will."

"So how was yesterday," Josie chokes on her water, coughing as she tries to catch her breath.

"Wow," Danny hands her a napkin and she wipes the drops of water running down her chin.

"Thank you," Danny chuckles before shoving some food in his mouth.

"So, how are you feeling after yesterday," Danny asks again and Josie nods her head, eating her food.

"Yeah, you know. Tiring, you know what June is like she doesn't leave any stone unturned. You would think after me going to her for so long she would have less to weave through," Danny shrugs.

"I don't think therapy is ever meant to be easy," Josie snickers at the comment.

"You can say that again," the pair chuckle between themselves. Josie eyes trail behind Danny and she sees a certain blonde waltzing in. She freezes for a moment as their eyes meet, he slows for a second, taking a longer look at her before he tears his eyes away from her, his eyes now falling to the floor and walking towards his friends. He slides in next to Erin, his arm draped over her shoulders as she turns and smiles up at him. Josie bites her tongue as she takes a breathe and looks down at her food. She should have known better.

"Hey, I'm going to go and see Miss Jacobs quickly before lunch ends," Danny looks confused.

"Yeah okay, is everything okay?" Josie nods as she grabs her back.

"Yeah fine I just remembered I needed to ask her something. See you in class," and then she was out of the door before he could say anything else.

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My prerogative (Fred Weasley)

"Love?" your eyes look up towards Fred who is standing in his pyjamas in the archway to the stairs up to the boys' dorms, his hand rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. "What are you still doing awake? Its 3am," he walks closer to you and all you can do is offer him a tired smile, you had been up for hours, you hadn't even changed out of your uniform.

"Studying, its only a few weeks until our O.W.L.s Fred, if I want to move...," Fred cuts you off.

"If you want to move onto the N.E.W.T.s you have to do well," he finishes for you. Rounding the couch, he plonks himself down next to you leaning fully against the back. "You're going to do well love," you shake your head at this.

"You don't know that, Fred. I mean I have been studying for weeks and it just seems that there is not enough time to revise all of this information. I mean if I fail an Owl then I am going to be held back," your heart was racing, you could feel tears threatening to fall.

"Oh love," Fred leans forward pulling you into his arms, your head falling into the crook of his neck, your tears now free falling. His hand rubs comforting circles on your back as you cry which now had turned into full blown sobs.

"You don't need to worry love, you'll pass," you shake your head, pulling your head away you look at him.

"But you don't know that. I'm not like you and George, I'm not someone who can just trust that everything is going to work itself out. It just seems that my brain won't shut off Freddie," Fred face scrunches up before pulling you into his arms again.

"I hate seeing you like this," he whispers to you, his own tears now threatening to fall. Fred didn't know how long he lay there with you in his arms before realising that you had fallen asleep. Fred smiled at this, thankful that you were finally getting some proper sleep. Carefully he moved the both of you so that you were sprawled on top of Fred who had now moved to lie fully down on the couch. George looks over at the roaring fire and sighs as he looks back at you. He was going to help you if it was the last thing that he did.

"Wait you want to do what?" George looked at his twin like he had three heads.

"Come on Georgie, its for Y/N. She's been really stressed out with the O.W.L.s coming up and I just want to see her smile is all. I'm not asking you to do it with me just to help out," George was shocked. He and Fred had done some silly things in the past but nothing like this, this was taking the cake.

"You are really whipped," is all George says before walking off. God this better be worth it.

You were exhausted, you could feel yourself falling asleep. "Y/N," fingers clicked in your face snapping you awake. You look over at Hermione whose eyebrows are frowned. "You were falling asleep again," you give her a small smile before taking a sip of your coffee that had now gone lukewarm.

"Have you been getting any sleep. You know what Professor McGonagall said, we need to not only be studying but getting good sleep. There is no point in showing up to the O.W.L.s falling asleep," you nod your head.

"Just feels like there is not enough time is all," Hermione nods at this, knowing what the pressure felt like better than anyone. Just as you are about to speak you hear a loud bang. You and it seems everyone else in the great hall jumps, heads turning towards the source. You were shocked when you see Fred standing on top of the Gryffindor table. Your eyes meet and Fred just gives you a smile before nodding his head towards George who is standing off to the side with what looks like a speaker.

Within seconds the start of the song starts, and you instantly recognise it. My Prerogative by Bobby Brown was one of the first muggle songs that you introduced Fred too and it was one of your personal favourites.

Fred starts dancing to the song causing everyone to start laughing and cheering him on.

Everybody talking all this stuff about me.

Why don't they just let me live?

Fred dances his way down the table, making his way towards you and you couldn't help but smirk, shaking your head. God he was an idiot, but he was your idiot.

I don't need permission to make my own decisions.

That's my prerogative.

Fred comes in front of you and you both look at each other and can't help but laugh. This was one of the most ridiculous things anyone has ever done for you. Jumping off of the table Fred pulls you into his arms. "So, what did you think love?" you laugh and shake your head.

"Ridiculous but very entertaining," Fred smirks at this and nods.

"I'll take it, if it means I get to make you laugh love," and God did your heart melt and this.

"I love you Fred," you whisper to him. Fred smiles, taking your face into his hands.

"I love you too, love" he brings his lips to yours and the room burst into cheers from everyone who was soaking up the entire situation, loving it.

"MR WEASLEY," Professor McGonagall shouts as she marches towards the pair of you. Well maybe not everyone loved it.

For all of by book readers, you will get this chapters reference.

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Got to be quiet sweetheart (George Weasley)

Smut

Why did class have to be so boring, like really, really boring. Bless Professor Flitwick for trying to make it entertain but your mind was anywhere but in whatever charm he was teaching. It also did not help the fact that George was sitting next to you looking as handsome as ever.

"Is it just me or is this class going on forever," George whispers into you ear causing you to smirk.

"Oh yes, I think I have been zoning out to what he has been teaching for 20 minutes. If he asked me to answer I would not even know what to say," George chuckles at this. You try to turn your attention to the class when you feel George's hand run up your thigh. Your eyes go wide, your mouth falling open slightly. "What are you doing?" you hush to him, bending your arms, elbows leaning onto the desktop letting your fist cover your mouth ever so slightly.

"You look so good today sweetheart, I just need to have a feel is all, is that okay?" you feel heat in your core as you think about it. It was so wrong, embarrassing if you were caught but it was also hot. Really fucking hot. Making your pussy dripping wet hot. Biting down on your hand to nod him. He smirks at this, his hand starting to run up your skirt. His hand brushes over your covered pussy and you fight to keep your breathing steady.

"Soaked," you heard him mutter. His hand snakes up over the top of your tights, sinking underneath his fingers meet your wet clit, your hands come to your mouth, and you bite hard to supress the moan. You bite harder when you feel him sink one of his fingers in, he pumps one in a time or two before adding a second, it was taking everything in you not to rock against his hand. You were on fire you could feel yourself turning red, a layer of sweat covering your skin.

You try to keep your attention on the class, but you cannot feel your eyes flickering open and close, it is getting harder and harder to keep them open when you are getting closer and closer to your climax.

"Miss L/N?" you feel like you have had a bucket of ice water splashed on you. Your gaze meets that of Professor Flitwick, your heart racing. Thankfully, George takes this time to carefully slip his fingers out of you and his hand out from under your soaked panties. "Are you okay dear, you are awfully red looking," your eyes widen a little.

"I do not think she is well sir. She said she was not feeling well this morning, but she did not want to miss class," George pipes up, his hand coming up to your forehead. "She has a temperature. I think it might be best to take her to Madam Pomfrey," God you had never loved this man more in your life.

"Yes, that might be best George, why don't you escort her, make sure she gets there okay," they both grabbed their things hastily, thankful that they were at the back of the class making it a smoother get away.

Rounding the corner, George's hand grab one of your hips, the other comes to the back of your head as he shoves you into the wall, his lips attacking you. "God, I hate Flitwick for interrupting us. I could feel that you were close sweetheart," you moan against his mouth.

"God, it felt so good. I wanted to cum so badly," he smirks.

"Trust me you will baby. Am going to take you somewhere that they cannot interrupt us," you nod, breaking apart from each other, holding onto each other's hands as you run off back to the dorms.

Clothes scatter the floor as they are peeled of their bodies, completely disregarded. Their lips were back on each other as soon as they were over the threshold of the boy's dorm. George kissed his way down your neck, his hands cupping your breast causing you to roll your head back with a moan. George smirks, his hands trailing from your breast to your ass, grabbing it tightly and lifting you into his arms, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist. Bring your arm around your back you unclasp your bra letting it fall loosely between your pressed bodies.

Walking over towards his bed, George and you fall onto it, no space between yous. George's mouth leaves your neck as he lifts himself up away from you and onto his knees. You fully remove your bra letting it fall to the floor, eyes never leaving George as he stays looking at you. "You are so beautiful," is all he says before his hands come to your hips, gripping onto your tights, and ripping them off.

"George," you gasp.

"Don't worry sweetheart, we can get another pair," this causes you to moan. Moving off the bed, George gets down onto his knees, pulling you so that your ass is on the edge. His kisses start on your thighs, working up towards your core. He swipes his tongue over your soaked panties, your head falls back onto the bed, your hands gripping the bedsheets. George rips your panties off your body, chucking them away and leaning back down towards you. His mouth cups around your core causing you to gasp, your hands turning white from gripping the sheets.

You can feel Georges eyes on you as you move around being a moaning mess as he sucks onto your clit. "More," you gasp out, your back arching for him. His chuckles causing vibrations, making you cry out. George moves one of his easily from your hips, he removes his mouth and lets his fingers move over your soaked core, getting them lubricated before inserting two of them. Your bite your bottom lip, trying not to cry out. His mouth is back on your core, his two fingers thrusting into you. Grabbing a handful of his hair, you grip it causing him to moan.

"Just like that sweetheart, be a good girl for me," you moan gripping his hair tighter. Your core tightens. "Are you going to cum for me sweetheart," you rapidly nod your head. George chuckles before removing his fingers and his mouth causing you to gasp.

"What are you doing don't stop," you plead causing him to laugh more. Lifting himself up, he curls his hand around your hip, turning you over so your ass is facing him.

"Patience sweetheart, I want to feel you cum around my dick," you smile, George grabs a condom from his bedside table, rolling it on and throwing the wrapper away. "Ass up in the air for me," he instructs, causing you to push your hips up. His dick pushes slightly into your entrance, a little bit more and more each time, letting you get ready for him. Once he feels you are ready, he pushes himself fully into you causing you to moan, you hear him groaning as well. He lets you adjust to him before slowly thrusting into you. You gasp into the sheets as your hand grips the sheets.

"Yes George, just like that," George moans at this, grabbing your hair he pulls onto it, pulling your head back and thrusting harder. Tears brim in your eyes as you feel yourself nearing release.

"Are you ready to cum, you going to come with me," you moan, unable to nod your head. Just as you are ready to cum, George lets go of your hair, moving his hands around to your front, his hands cupping your breasts and pulling your back into his chest. Within seconds you are crying out as you cum, your eyes roll back into your head. George moans into your ear as he comes to his own release, the both of you falling forward.

You lie there for a minute, your panting filling the dorm room. A smile comes to your face as George moves your hair and kisses your shoulder. "You are the most amazing person that I have ever met," you laugh, looking over your shoulder at him.

"You're not too bad yourself," sighing, George lifts himself up and pulls himself out of you, walking over and discarding the used condom. You roll over onto your back and allow yourself to catch you breathe. "We should do this all the time. So much better than Flitwick's class," you say, causing George to laugh at you, sauntering over towards you, completely exposed, causing you to lose you breathe.

"I wish we could, would keep you in bed with me all day If I could but I don't think that our grades or our parent would appreciate it," you groan at this.

"When did you suddenly care about grades and what our parents say," you lift yourself off of the bed and walk towards George, your hand coming to rest on his chest.

"Well, when you want to be able to provide for someone and give them everything that they deserve, kind of motivates you to do well," a small smile comes to your lips.

"Oh yeah, and what exactly is that?"

"Well, she has always said that she wants a nice house in the country, a bit like my parents. Have a few fields so that the kids can run around in them. Maybe have a few animals as well," he smiles down are you. "Whatever she wants, I will do the best that I can to give it to her," your eyebrows scrunch up and you nod your head and smile.

"She is pretty lucky," you gaze into each other's eyes and smile, your arms wrapping around each other.

"Do you what I want right now?"

"What sweetheart?"

"I want to go to the bathroom and then for us to practice making them kids about which we were talking. You know because you can never have enough practice," George laughs, kissing your forehead.

"That I think I can do," and he did many times after that. Was better than Flitwick's class.

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So High School...

“Harriet… Harriet are you listening to me?” her eyes widened as she snapped out of her daze. “Did you hear anything that I just said?” Hermione’s eyebrows were scrunched together as she looked confusedly at her friend. Harriets eyebrows raised as she stumbled on her words.

“Uhm, no sorry, I’m still half asleep,” it was a lie, she had a cup of coffee that morning and two cups of tea so tired was the last thing she was. No, her attention had been to drawn to that of Oliver Wood, star quidditch player and literally the most attractive boy that she had ever laid on especially when he was sitting further down the Gryffindor table with that annoyingly attractive smile on his face, his head rolling back every once in a while as he laughed at whatever his friend were saying.

“I’ll get you another coffee. We have a long day ahead of us. With classes and studying for end of term exams. And we have still have the quidditch game later on,” Harriet smiles at this. It was Gryffindor vs Slytherin today, the most important game to date, it was all that everyone had been talking about for months.

“Well, we are going to crush Slytherins arses, can’t have Malfoy or any of the other sleezy snakes bragging,” Hermione rolls her eyes at the thought.

“Oh imagine. They would never let us forget it. But with Harry on the team we won’t lose,” Harriet raises an eyebrow at this.

“Alright Mione, you do know there are other players on the team,” Ron comes up behind them, planting himself next to Harriet, his plate filled to the brim with sausages.

“Thanks for the confidence Mione,” Harry thanks into Hermione’s ear as he sits down next to her. Hermione smirks shaking her head.

“I’m just saying, Harry is the seeker. It’s one of the most important positions in the game.”

“And the seeker needs help from everyone else on the team, they all have their own roles to play. I mean look at Oliver, he’s our keeper, who would defend the goals without him. And I mean Fred and George are beaters, who would attack the other team,” Ron’s rant makes Harriet laugh to herself. Ron and Hermione really did bicker like an old married couple.

“Well, my statement still stands,” Hermione’s statement ends the conversation, causing them all to fall into a silence as they eat their breakfast.

Screeching and the flapping of wings come over head as owls start flying in dropping mail. Banging comes as they hit the hard wooden tables causing Harriet to jump. “Could they do it more gently,” she grumbles. A letter falls in front of both Hermione and Ron, unsurprisingly the pair usually got letters unlike herself and Harry who never received anything.

Turning back to her food, she passes no attention to the mail falling around her until a large, wrapped gift falls in front of her. Hermione looks up from her own letter, confusion on her own face.

“Who is that for?” she asks, standing up and leaning across to lift the tab on it. A smile paints her friend face.

“Harriet, its for you,” shock washes over her. Who on earth sent her something. Standing up herself, she takes the tab out of Hermione hand, seeing her name written plain as day, HARRIET MATTHEWS.

“Well go on then open it,” Harry tells her, both he and Ron were now standing. Hesitantly, she pulls at the lilac, fabric ribbon that was tied around the thin, white rectangular box. As the ribbon falls, she curls her fingers under the lid, pulling it upwards. Her heart jumps as she investigates the box, wrapped carefully was a bouquet of flowers.

“Wow, they’re…” she cuts off Hermione.

“Hyacinths. My favourite flower,” Ron raises his eyebrows and laughs.

“Well, you clearly have caught the eye of someone,” Harry nods.

“Yeah, but who?” carefully Harriet lifts the bouquet out, Harry and Hermione looking between the box and the ribbon that was tied around the stems of the flowers.

“Doesn’t say,” Hermione says as she leans up, looking at the flowers. “Do you have any idea who it could have been?” Harriet lost for words, shakes her head.

“No… no idea.”

“Well, he has to tell you soon, I mean he must like you enough to give you a big gesture like this,” Ron says as she sits down next to him, flowers still gripped in her hands.

“Yeah, maybe…” her voice trails off.

Harriet loved the quiet of the hallways as she strolled down them, rarely were they empty, no loud, chatting teens filling them, now it was just the occasional echo of frantic footsteps as students run because they are late to class. As she walks towards the girl’s bathroom a hand wraps around her forearm pulling her into a nook in the wall causing her to yelp in surprise.

“Shhh… its just me,” her body relaxes when she hears his voice.

“Oliver,” she groans in frustration, causing Oliver to smirk at her.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” she huffs, looking up him with a pout on her face. Oliver sighs leaning forward. “God, I’ve missed you,” before his lips are on hers. Harriet smiles into the kiss, wrapping her arms around her neck, his hands trailing down to her waist, gripping slightly. He pushes her further into the wall, causing her to groan, her hands moving to grab a handful of his hair giving it a slight tug, his mouth leaving hers as he groans at the sensation. “You are perfect,” he whispers. Harriet smirks, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr anonymous,” Oliver huffs at the nickname before moving his head into the crook of her neck, his lips meeting the skin. A gasp leaves her mouth as he sucks. “Hyacinths? How did you know they were my favourite,” he pulls back looking at her with a smirk.

“You took a few back with you after our date a while back. Have been meaning to get you a bunch sooner just haven’t had time,” she smiles at this, a hand falls from his neck to caress one of his cheeks.

“And having them delivered in the mail? I thought we were keeping this between us for now,” Olivers hold on her loosens as he takes a step back from her, his eyebrows knitted together.

“I know that’s what we agreed on, its just…” he trails on, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck. “I want people to know about us,” that statement causes her to freeze.

“Oh,” is all she can say, her head falling to look at her feet. Oliver looks at the girl before him and he sighs.

“I’m sorry, I know you wanted to keep things private because of everything that happened with that ex of yours but…” leaning forward he takes her chin in between his fingers, pulling it so that her eyes meet his. “Sometimes when I am with you, I can’t believe how lucky I am to call you mine and I just… want to shout it from the rooftops,” Harriet giggles at this, a smile painting her face. “You are the most amazing person Harriet Matthews, I’m not like Peter, whatever that arses last name is,” Harriets head falls back as she laughs, her arms wrapping around his neck once again. “Unlike him, I don’t want to hide this, and as long as you are okay, I want to be able to hold your hand as we walk down the hallways, and kiss you whenever I want without the fear of someone catching us,” Harriet lifts an eyebrow, her smile turning into a smirk.

“Well… we might have to practice more PG type kissing, I don’t think everyone is going to want to see a lot of the stuff we do,” Oliver chuckles.

“So… are we done hiding?” Harriet looks into his eyes and her heart can’t help but melt. Oliver wasn’t ashamed of her, not like Peter, and it causes her to feel giddy.

“Yeah, we’re done hiding,” his lips meet her frantically, giggles leaving both of them as they move their hands around each other.

“You know, I would say that I have about 10 more minutes until McGonagall really starts to question where I am,” he chuckles.

“10 minutes… I can do a lot in that time,” his hands run up her thighs, trailing under her skirt causing her to moan.

“I know you can, so do it. Fuck me,” and who was he to argue with her.

“Look at them, its like they have already won,” Hermione looks over across at the Slytherins who all are standing, grinning like they have just found a pot of gold.

“Hermione they are Slytherins, what else do you expect,” Hermione nods her head.

“True. Well, I just mean that it will be all the more satisfying when we beat, they’re arses,” Harriet and Hermione look at each other and laugh.

“God, I love quidditch,” just then the trumpets start, and everyone starts standing up cheering. Hermione and Harriet grin standing up and cheering alongside them. One by one the teams start flying out, the cheers getting louder and louder.

“Also where were you earlier?” Hermione asks causing Harriet to lift her eyebrows.

“When?”

“Earlier on, you asked professor McGonagall to go to the loo, you must have been gone for 15 minutes,” Harriets heart stops as she remembers, Oliver saying that he wants to tell people, his fingers trailing down her, being inside of her and then his penis, how they used their mouth to muffle their cries of pleasure. Harriet feels herself warm up.

“Are you alright, you’ve gone really red,” Harriet clears her throat, loosening her scarf.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just got really hot there for second, think its just with everyone being around.”

“Do you need a minute, we can leave if you want,” Harriet shakes her head.

“No, I’ll be fine,” with that they’re attention turned to the game.

 They crushed them, absolutely crushed them, the Gryffindor’s were going absolutely mad, drowning out the boos of the Slytherins who all were giving out, being the sore losers that they were. Hermione and Harriet had massive grins on their faces as they run down to the teams changing room. “Oh, that was amazing, did you see the Slytherins faces. Oh, they were so mad,” Harriet bursts out laughing.

“Hermione I’m starting to think you are a bit of an evil minx,” they reach the Gryffindor tent, members pilling out, their faces euphoric. Harry and Ron come barrelling out spotting the girl, walking over.

“That was some game,” Ron says, taking off his hat.

“You can say that again, I didn’t know if they were trying to win or go for our blood that time,” Harry says shaking his head.

“They are Slytherins. They are always going out for our blood,” Harriet says causing the trio to nod, chuckling to themselves.

“Did you see how Oliver defended that goal, it was insane.”

“If he hadn’t stopped that from scoring, we would have lost.” Harry replies causing Ron to nod.

“Thank you, Oliver Wood,” Harriet smiles at that. Over Rons shoulder she sees Oliver coming out of the tent, they’re eyes meet. Oliver smiles at her, picking up pace and jogging towards her. Harriet grins, pushing past Ron. Harriet walks forward meeting Oliver who lifts her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as they hold onto each other, laughter coming from both of them.

“You did so good. That was the most amazing thing that I have ever seen,” Oliver laughs at that, bring her face before his.

“That I know is not true,” Harriet shakes her head, grinning.

“Top five,” she offers.

“Top ten,” Oliver offers causing Harriet to sigh.

“God you are insufferable,” she brings his lips to hers, wrapping her arms around his neck tightly bringing him as close as possible.

“Do you know…” Oliver mutters as they pull back. “I love you Harriet Matthews,” her heart explodes.

“And I love you Oliver Wood,” they couple kiss again. Letting the world around them fade away.

“What the bloody hell is happening?” well almost fade away.

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Blood Ties Chapter 34

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Postpartum depression; allusions to child abuse; perceived child abuse - read with care

A/N: I am so sorry it has taken me this long! The move has really done a number on my mental health and I've been struggling to write anything substantial. I've taken some serious liberties with Georgia weather. If you noticed, no you didn't. Lol I don't hate Rick. His mindset isn't the greatest at this point. We know that. Just making sure everyone is aware that I love our deputy. Post partum depression is a real thing and it sucks. This chapter has some really angsty, dark tones, and should be read with care, especially toward the end (beginning at “Oh,hey.” She greeted, patting the ground next to her). I did lots of research and sadly, what transpires is a real thing that people do for reasons that aren't necessary. Please try to give Carol and reader some grace given the circumstances. But if you're sensitive to anything dealing with making a child uncomfortable, you might want to skip this. It gets a little heavy. I would be happy to give you a summary of what is happening if you would rather skip the last few paragraphs (see above where to stop reading). Just message me.

I love you all! Thank you for your patience with me.

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You weren’t sure when it happened, when the switch flipped or the dial turned. All you knew is that every single time your daughter cried, you wanted to break down and sob with her. When you held her to your breast, you couldn’t look at her. You left her with Lori or Carol more and more, the looks they gave you annoyingly understanding. When you would hand her off to Daryl and walk away, you couldn’t bear to see that expression of befuddled dismalness. 

“Postpartum depression.” Carol finally said one bitterly cold morning. She was changing Birdie with swift movements, eager to shield her from the drafty atmosphere of the warehouse. 

You had your back to her—your face in your hands—while you silently cried, two small bottles of breast milk sitting at your feet, still attached to the manual pumps. Sniffling, you glanced over your shoulder just as she placed the shifting blanketed bundle against her shoulder. “I hate my baby, Carol.” You whimpered. “That’s more than depression.”

The silver-haired lady shook her head. “Honey, I promise you don’t hate her.” 

“I don’t want anything to do with her.” You bit back with more vexation than you had intended. “I can’t stand it when she cries. I just want Daryl to keep her away from me.” When she tilted her lips with that gentle smile, it took all you had not to chuck one of the bottles at her. What was wrong with you? Could she be right? Were you depressed?

“I went through this, sweetheart. It will pass.” When she offered you little Birdie, you reeled. “You can’t keep avoiding her.” She was right and you hated it. With a huffing breath, you accepted your daughter, distributing her small weight across your arm for her head to rest in the crook of your elbow. “I have an idea.”

You heaved a sigh, not really interested in whatever it was that Carol was going to suggest. You had to stop taking your frustrations out on the woman. And Lori. And Daryl. And especially little Birdie. She was perfect and you knew in your heart of hearts that you could never truly harbor anything other than unrelenting love for her. Yes. Carol was right. You were definitely depressed. 

“What?” You finally queried. 

“What’re you two doin’ in here?” You heard Daryl’s boots crossing the concrete floor until they stopped just behind you. His lips pressed gently against the crown of your head. “Hey.” You said nothing. So much for not taking things out on your fiancé. 

“Daryl, right on time.” Carol beamed. 

“For what?” The confusion was evident in his tone.

“Y/N pumped some milk for the baby. It won’t keep unless we get more snow and can store it in the drifts.” She informed. “Why don’t you feed the baby?”

“Feed ‘er? Like with a bottle?”

“Unless you’re miraculously lactating, yes. With a bottle.” There was a hint of jocularity in her tone. You could almost feel his glare without turning. 

“I mean—yeah, okay.” Annoyance momentarily forgotten, you focused on the uncertainty in your partner’s voice. You didn’t miss the tremble. Neither did Carol. 

“You’re gonna be fine, Daryl.” She said encouragingly. 

“Ain’t me m’worried ‘bout.” The archer mumbled as he circled around you. He was hesitant in reaching for Birdie, but took her into his arms immediately when you sat up straighter and shifted her. The movement must have upset your daughter, her little limbs flailing as Daryl positioned her in the bend of his arm. “Ain’t no need for all that fussin’, lil Bird. You’re gonna get fed.” His throat worked as he swallowed. “By somebody. May not be me after I screw this up.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re better with her than you give yourself credit for.” It came out flat and harsh, your default setting as of late. Still, one look at the expression that decorated Daryl’s features, you found yourself ashamed. “You’re a great father.” You added, softer and with sincerity. 

Daryl held your gaze and, for a moment,—for the first time in a long time—it was uncomfortable. When he nodded and turned to Carol, you were able to exhale, though your stomach remained in knots. 

“Gimme the thing, I guess.” He held out a hand and looked down at his daughter, her little face reddening. Her mouth opened with the slightest squeak. She was two seconds from shrieking. “Keep your diaper on, lil’ girl. It’s comin’.” Daryl gingerly bounced his arm, Birdie’s features smoothing out for a moment, just long enough for Carol to hand over the bottle. 

You found yourself leaning forward, biting your lip as if ready to spring into applause when he accomplished the “impossible” task. When you caught his gaze, both of you looking up at the same time, you sat back and cleared your throat. When had things become so awkward between the two of you? It was almost unbearable. 

“Tilt her up just a little.” Carol instructed. “Touch the nipple to her lip, she’ll—there you go.”

You heard the soft snort of Daryl’s laugh and let your eyes travel from Birdie—now happily suckling away at the bottle—to your fiance. His eyes were soft but excited, sparkling in a way you’d never before seen. His lips were tilted upward, only the slightest fraction. Smiling suited him. You wished he’d do it more often. 

“Told ya that ya wasn’t gonna starve. Slow down. Ain’t no one gonna take it away.” He babbled, scrunching his nose with that smile still adorned. Was he even aware that he was lowering himself to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of you? You didn’t think so. At that moment, no one else existed to him; just a father and his little bird. 

You only felt the smile on your own face when you looked over to find Carol watching not Daryl and Birdie but you. With a soft, knowing expression, she mouthed see? And see, you did. You nodded, tears stinging behind your eyes. The room was silent aside from Birdie’s gulps and breaths and squeaks, and for moment, you thought:

Everything’s gonna be just fine.

If only you knew just how wrong you were.

“We can’t have her crying like this!” Rick was swiping a hand roughly over his tired face, looking haggard. Things between him and Lori were not improving. They seemed to only be worsening. Even Daryl had called out the deputy’s behavior once or twice in the last two weeks. The archer was currently glaring daggers while he rubbed a fingerless-gloved hand over Birdie’s back through the sling that held her to your chest. 

The loss of the warehouse had been tough on everyone, but you and your baby were affected the most. Your mood swings were only growing worse, though less and less toward the little one in your arms and more toward the adults that were only trying to help you. In turn, Birdie remained in a constant state of inconsolable. Hershel had thrown around words like colic and had Daryl dosing out gas drops to the little one but nothing seemed to soothe her.

The cars had run out of gas, as well as Daryl’s bike. The archer had pushed the motorcycle along for a time before he declared that he couldn’t protect Birdie if he was too busy hauling a damn bike. He had hidden it under some brush, easy to be tracked back to later. It was Merle’s bike and you knew what it meant to him. However, Birdie meant more. Much, much more and he would crawl into hell and back for the little girl strapped to your front.

“She’s a baby, man. How else she s’posed to let us know she’s needin’ something?” Daryl snapped, his voice intentionally higher to be heard over your daughter’s cries. 

“Daryl, you know this isn’t safe! She’s gonna bring every walker for miles down on us!” Rick threw out an arm, gesturing broadly. “Or—or the living! You saw what they would do!”

“Ain’t much we can do! She ain’t hungry! She ain’t needin’ changed! She’s just pissed off an’ I ain’t far away from bein’ right there with ‘er!”

“Boys.” Lori admonished, squeezing your shoulder. When had you started to tremble? “All this negative energy isn’t helping.”

“She’s right.” Hershel agreed, adjusting his gloves. “Babies are incredibly intuitive.”

“We just need to find fuel—cars.” Rick sniffed, hands on his hips. “We’re sitting ducks like this.” His eyes met Daryl’s in a heated challenge.

After an intense staredown, it was surprisingly Daryl who backed down first but not without a menacing growl. Turning to place his body between you and Rick, he brushed his bare fingertips over Birdie’s hooded head and then across your jaw. “Y’want me to take ‘er for a bit?”

You shook your head even as the temptation beckoned you to acquiesce. “I don’t think jostling her would help right now.” A single tear trailed down your cheek. As much as it pained you to admit, Rick was right, but how could you coax your baby to stop her noises of discomfort when you had no idea what was ailing her? Daryl used his thumb to swipe away the moisture, his expression equal parts distress and sadness. He clearly felt as helpless as you did.

“S’take a break.” He said suddenly, ushering you to a nearby log. Lori was immediately lowering herself beside you with a great deal of difficulty given her round belly. You could sympathize with her struggle, having been there not so long ago yourself. Her hand came to rest on the back of your head with loving strokes meant to soothe your nerves.

“I think that’s a great idea.” She agreed, offering you a gentle smile when you searched out her gaze. After a moment, you nodded and began to remove Birdie from her sling. Carol appeared with an extra blanket to cover you and shield the baby from the cold as you tried to nurse her. Daryl was hovering, shifting from foot to foot with his fingers digging into the strap of his crossbow. As much as you loved the man, his nervous energy wasn’t helping things in the slightest. 

“Why don’t you go hunting?” You suggested, reveling in the relief when Birdie quickly latched and her wailing ceased. Her little hiccups around enthusiastic gulps remained heartbreaking. The past few days had seen you begin to settle though the fraying of your nerves lingered. At least you were now aware of how much you loved your daughter and that you wouldn’t change a single moment that brought her barreling into your life. 

Daryl quickly shook his head in refusal, his already white-knuckled grip on that strap growing impossibly tighter. “Can’t leave ya here like this.”

You bit back the urge to yell at him, make the demand that he go. He meant well. “Please?” He wrestled with indecision, his expression damn near crumbling before he skillfully schooled it with a sigh.

“Fine.” He huffed at the same time that he took a single step toward you. He seemed to think better of it and turned on a heel while stripping his weapon from his back. “Be back in a hour an’ we can move on.” You knew as well as he did that there was little to no game to satisfy the group’s hunger. He was only trying to placate you. The two of you needed time alone, needed to talk and work through the tension between you. 

With an inward sigh, you watched him disappear into the trees and shushed Birdie when she released your nipple and began to squirm and fuss. 

“So,” Lori began, “am I looking at the future Mrs. Dixon?” Her question caught you off guard, your eyes shooting wide even as you stared straight ahead. Only when she tapped the back of her hand against your arm did you acknowledge her and her request to take Birdie. Passing the baby off, you adjust your clothing and draped the extra blanket over your daughter.

“How did you—”

“He asked my advice.” Lori carefully arranged Birdie against the front of her shoulder, alternating between patting and rubbing the little one’s back. Tiny grunts and squeaks sounded from beneath the blanket, an audible passing of gas following close behind. The experienced mother turned toward where Hershel had sat to rest as well. “Maybe a touch of colic?” There was that word again. 

The older man hummed. “Could be. I’ll fetch the drops.” You felt bad watching him struggle to his feet from the forest floor, but couldn’t be persuaded to do so yourself. You were just too damn tired.

“What is colic?” You asked, your brow drawing inward. It was obviously not a danger to your baby, given Hershel’s lack of serious concern, but if something was hurting her, it was hurting you. The very thought of her pain had tears springing to your eyes.

“It just means that she’s uncomfortable. It might be the lack of protein in your diet. It could be gas. There’s no real explanation. She’s just—not feeling well. It’s nothing to worry about except she won’t be easily soothed for a while.” Her lips thinned into a sad smile. “It’s nothing and a lot all at once.”

“I’ll take her.” Carol offered whilst petting your hair as Lori had just a few moments prior. Extricating Birdie from Lori’s arms, she bounced the infant tenderly against her chest. “Y/N, will you come find me once you’ve finished up here?” Sporting a questioning look, you still nodded and watched her walk away after returning the gesture.

“He asked your advice?” You stared toward the empty space of Carol’s retreat for a moment longer before turning your attention to Lori. This time, her smile was genuine if not cheeky. 

“He did.”

“Hey—Hey, uh, can I ask ya somethin’?” 

She hadn’t really noticed Daryl approaching but that wasn’t surprising. He was a hunter and stealth was something in which he excelled. Lori paused in her stirring and tapped the spoon on the side of the kettle. The beans had yet to even begin to heat over the small fire inside the house, so she had a few minutes to spare.

“Of course.”

Daryl had changed so much over the course of the months he had been with the group, and she had you to thank for such a large part of that. And now, she had little Birdie to thank as well. The man was going to make an excellent father, despite his lack of confidence.Though she knew so little, she was aware he wrestled with unnamed demons, but you were there to help see him through it. He would be just fine. All three of you would.

“I, uh—well—” The archer rubbed at the back of his neck, something she noticed he did when he was uncomfortable. “Ain’t good at any’a this shit, so m’just gonna say it.” Lori raised her eyebrows when he paused to chew intently on the side of his thumb. “Wanna ask Y/N to, y’know—to marry me.” Her first instinct was to cheer, to celebrate his commitment, but thoughts of Rick—of Shane—trampled any immediate joy and ushered in skepticism. “You’re sure?”

Daryl scoffed. “Course m’sure! Lookit what she went through—what she just did for me. Why wouldn’t I wanna make ‘er my wife?” The confusion—the utter exasperation—on his face gave her pause but she continued.

“But do you love her?” She asked. Daryl wiped a hand down his face, ending with running the length of his index finger across his bottom lip. “It’s not a hard question, Daryl. Do you love her?” She didn’t realize—or maybe she did—how difficult it was for the man to admit something that deep to anyone but you. She wasn’t aware that he had said it before, had said it in the van, in the presence of the Greene’s and Carol, but whether or not they had heard was not something he had bothered to care about during that pivotal moment. 

Finally, Daryl sighed, his voice quiet. “I love ‘er. Yeah.”

Lori felt something in her chest release, a strong sense of relief and—if she were being honest—jealousy overwhelming her senses, making it impossible to speak for a moment. Gathering her bearings, she nodded and turned back to the pot, picking up the spoon to begin stirring. “Then you just ask her.” She sniffed, tilting her head just so in order to hide her tears from him. She was happy for you, compellingly so, but there was no denying the sadness that weighed on her own heart. Still, this wasn’t about her. This was about you—her friend. “Don’t rehearse lines or try to make it perfect. You just ask her. On the spot and from the heart.”

She heard the quiet hum from the side. It was the most straightforward form of acceptance toward her answer that she was bound to get from him. As his bootfalls receded into whispers on far away hardwood, she smiled.

Try or not, he was going to make it something that would mean the world to you.

You wiped away a tear and sniffled, consumed with a fresh wave of guilt for how you had been treating him as of late. He was handling your mood swings with grace, never lashing out, even if you did see him bite his tongue on more than one occasion. He had every right. Hormones or not, he deserved better than what you had been giving him.

“Thanks.” You whispered.

“So?”

You sniffled a second time, wiping at both of your eyes. “So what?”

Lori chuckled, her hands on either side of her belly. “Did you say yes?” 

You smiled and shook your head, recalling the moment to the forefront of your mind—hearing his tone, summoning the myriad of emotions you had experienced. It really was a Daryl Dixon proposal and it couldn’t have been more perfect. “I said yes.” You gave an indignant oomf as you were pulled against Lori, her arms squeezing as tightly as they could manage. “Wait, wait, wait.” You laughed, patting her back in an effort to coerce her into releasing her hold. When she let go, you sat back, expression light. “We’re keeping it quiet for now, making it official later.”

“Why?”

You shrugged. “A lot can happen in a short amount of time. He could change his mind.” Especially with these fucking mood changes. 

“You’re right.” She agreed. You shot her a look, almost as if you had been expecting her to disagree with you. “ A lot can change. We don’t know what’s going to happen even in the next few minutes.” She paused. “Who we might lose.” Leaning forward, she cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Think about it.” You studied her for a moment, the sadness and apprehension radiating from your friend and forming a veil over you that was almost smothering. You nodded. “Good. Now go see what Carol wants. I think I need a nap.” She gave you an encouraging smile and didn’t move as you stood, looking over your shoulder at her before you disappeared to find the other woman and your daughter.

It wasn’t hard to do. Not at all. You just followed the loud exclamations of a disgruntled infant. As you approached, you could tell your daughter had just been given a fresh diaper and was in the process of being swaddled. The cold, flat ground beneath her couldn’t have been helping things. The weather was warming but at a slow rate Regardless, you had no idea what was coming next: what Carol would share with you and the disaster that would follow.

“Oh, hey.” She greeted, patting the ground next to her. The lack of her usual gentle tone and welcoming smile were your first clues that something was amiss. She sighed heavily, not meeting your eyes once you were cross-legged at her side. Her hand was splayed over the top of the blanket, gently rubbing circles over Birdie’s belly. “There’s something I want to tell you—advice, if I can even call it that.” She said solemnly. You weren’t sure where her thoughts were at that moment but it was somewhere dark, somewhere in a place she had deserted since the deaths of Ed and Sophia.

“What is it?” You needlessly adjusted the knit hat on Birdie’s head; pulled the hood of the tiny jumpsuit more snug around her little round face.

“Babies cry, Y/N. It’s how they tell us when they need something. It’s the only way they can tell us.” Why was she schooling you on something you had already learned? And in such a monotonous fashion? “I don’t want Rick to be right but there are dangers and few options if a herd follows the noise.” She sighed heavily, her shoulders held slumped under an invisible weight. “I don’t like it but it’s fact.”

“I know that, Carol.” 

“It’s just—” When you looked away from the baby, your gaze was immediately drawn to the lone tear straying from her closed eyes. “When Sophia was born, she was—she was such a quiet baby.” Her words came so softly, so full of melancholic nostalgia that you felt your own heart clench. Then, when her eyes opened, they were hard, her expression stern and twisted. “He gave me a break. Ed.” She didn’t even need to say his name. You knew. “A couple of weeks before the—old habits came back. The bruises, the screaming.” She was trembling, her hand leaving Birdie to curl into a fist on top of her knee.

“Carol, we don’t have to—”

“Sophia felt it.” She nodded, staring off to nowhere in particular. “That energy—she began to cry, she was so unsettled. Ed didn’t like it. Shut her up or I will, he would say.” She bent forward, her face crumbling as her hand slid up to twist into the front of her jacket. “I didn’t want to do it, but I didn’t know how else to keep her safe.”

You waited her out, terrified of what she was about to tell you. When you said nothing, she inhaled deeply and released her hold on the coat, stroking the back of a knuckle over Birdie’s cheek.

“Y/N, I am going to show you something. I only ask that you please try not to think less of me.” Your mouth was moving but no sound emerging, your wide eyes watching her lean over your daughter, shushing the discontented cries. “I would never hurt your daughter, just as I would have never hurt my own.” Before you could speak, she was pinching Birdie’s little nose with one hand and covering her mouth with the other. The crying ceased but the flailing did not, her little limbs jerking.

“Carol!” You threw yourself forward and snatched her wrists, pulling them away from your daughter, throwing the other woman off balance and onto her hip. Carol caught herself, her palm shoving toward you in a desperate gesture for you to calm down. “What the fu—”

“Look!” She pleaded, her head jerking toward the now silent baby.

Birdie was still, her tiny blue eyes open and searching, stunned. She wasn’t crying, not at that moment. Your jaw was agape, your mind warring between anger and bewilderment; between betrayal and understanding.

“You only do it for a moment, not long enough to cause any harm.” Carol sat up, tears flowing down her cheeks, unchecked. “I couldn’t let Sophia cry. I did what I had to do.” She shook her head adamantly, her eyes closed tightly as if she were trying to jar the unpleasant memories loose and out of her mind. “I don’t regret it. I don’t. She was safe from him.”

“I don’t—Carol, I can’t do that.” You were crying openly now, picturing yourself denying your daughter precious breath. Even just one attempt would break you, split you open from the inside out.

“I’m not telling you that you have to, but Y/N,” she paused, gathering herself back up onto her knees at your side. She intentionally kept space between the two of you. “Rick—he’s trying to keep us safe. You saw what those monsters were going to do to her. You’ve seen what walkers can and will do. Just until we find a car. Until—”

Your face was in your hands now, Birdie’s crying having picked back up. “What if I—”

“Only a moment, Y/N. She will catch her breath. Eventually, it—it trains her.” Carol hesitantly touched your shoulder, and you broke, bowing over your little one with open sobs. Your body trembled from the force of your crying, any sound muffled by the blanket pressing into your face. “I’m so sorry. I just want her to be safe. I want her to have a chance.”

The two of you stayed that way for an uncertain amount of time, long enough for your sobs to drain away into hiccups and whimpers. Sitting up, you roughly wiped at your face, red and puffy eyes frozen on your screaming baby. How could you do what she was suggesting? How? What would Daryl think? “I need to talk to Daryl.”

Carol nodded, but her expression screamed uncertainty. “Maybe you should show him.” She suggested. “He can see that it’s not hurting her.”

“The man wouldn’t even wipe her ass because he was afraid of hurting her, Carol.”

“You’re right. Maybe this was a bad idea. I shouldn’t have—I’m so sorry.”

She felt ashamed. You could see it all over her; her face, the way she began to curl in on herself. She was ashamed of something she was forced to do to keep her baby girl safe. And then she had lost Sophia. It was clear that Carol wasn’t proud of the way she had to ensure her child’s safety. It wasn’t a hack you go around bragging about at neighborhood get-togethers. It was survival.

“Show me what to do.”

Expression grim, Carol moved closer and instructed. The actions were so simple. It was the very idea itself that was so impossibly difficult. Pinching Birdie’s little nose, the baby gasped wetly through her mouth just as your hand was coming down to cover it. Your heart was seizing, vibrating painfully in your chest. Just as your fingertips touched her cheek—

“What the fuck are you doin’?!”

Daryl.

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— ❝caught❞

pairing: ryan x f!reader word count: 1297 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], masturbation, shower sex, unprotected sex,

summary: in which ryan's not going to let you get away easily

prompt: sixty-nine / public sex / pet play

kinktober | masterlist

As Ryan exhaled he watched his breath cloud and dissipate into the cold air around him. Winter was no joke, the only thing that kept him going through the day was the promise of hot coffee and an even hotter shower at the end of the day to help thaw his body.

You arrived just before the snow stuck to the ground. You’d proven yourself useful more times than he could count, but he remembered every single instance. You hadn’t experienced a desolate winter yet, but despite that, the snow didn’t hinder you. A lot of hands had come and gone over the years, either the winter was too harsh for them to handle, or they’d been taken to the train station. Either way, you were determined to stick it out. To continue proving you were an asset to the Dutton’s.

You’d tried to fight the chemistry between you and Ryan, and at first he’d let you. He wasn’t convinced you were the real deal, that you’d stay. The connection was undeniable though, and one night drinking after a long day had seen you falter. You’d wound up kissing him, pulling him into one of the empty horse stalls in the barn. 

The kiss hadn’t happened again. You had been careful not to be alone with him. He was aware you were avoiding him. Honestly, he thought it was cute. Endearing. That you wanted him so much you didn’t trust yourself around him. 

So he continued to watch you from a distance, even if it drove him crazy. Your breath clouded around you as you helped unload hay. Technically, he was tasked with helping too, but he knew you’d find a way to get away from him. Even if his help would make the job a lot faster, he enjoyed watching you work. 

Instead, Ryan carried the bales into the barn and stacked them in the corner, sticking close but not close enough to make you skittish.

You couldn’t avoid him forever. You’d caught yourself stealing glances here or there, admiring the way his biceps and forearms flexed whenever he did a strenuous task. You’d caught him staring a time or two, but he was more obvious about it. He wanted you to know your feelings were reciprocated, but he didn’t make an effort to make the first move. The last time he had, you kissed him and ran away. You were sure he was expecting you to strike up the conversation or something, but you didn’t have the words.

The water pressure in the shower had seen better days, but the hot stream did wonders for your aching muscles and cold limbs. You heard Ryan’s laugh amidst the raucous cacophony of everyone else’s and slipped your hand between your legs to relieve some of the pressure. Fingers circling your clit as you braced your forearm on the wall, letting the water wash away the shampoo from your hair as your breath hitched.

A soft moan fell past your lips and you bit down on your arm to muffle the sound. Your ears strained to hear whatever Ryan was yelling about, imagining him instructing you to get off. 

Circle your clit. Apply pressure. Slip two fingers inside your pussy. 

His voice was like an aphrodisiac. You imagined him growling in your ear, pressed up against your back as his hands worked you over. 

You tweaked your hardened nipples, rolling your breasts in your hands. Hips jerking against nothing, thighs clenched together. 

“Fuck,” you cursed lowly, dipping your hand between your legs again. 

You were desperate for release, barely able to think of anything else. Your breath came quicker and you moaned again, biting your lip to stifle it. Your eyes were squeezed shut as you teased your nipple and rode your fingers, clit brushing against your thumb with each roll of your hips.

“Ryan,” you mewled, unable to help it. You moaned a little louder, clamping down around your fingers as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body shook and you whimpered as the shower curtain was pulled back, eyes wide as Ryan stared back at you.

His eyes hungrily drank in your body, how you still shook with the aftermath of your orgasm and did nothing to hide yourself. What was the point? You’d already been caught.

Before you knew what was happening, he’d stripped his shirt off and was working on unbuckling his belt. Your breathing was still hard, quick, and watching him strip had your body heating up once again. Slowly, you began teasing circles on your clit, watching with a heavy gaze as he continued to strip. His erection spring free, slapping against his rigid abdomen as he climbed into the stall and placed a searching kiss to your lips.

You groaned softly at the contact, his fingers replacing yours as his mouth muffled your moans. Your hands wandered to his hair, gripping onto the strands as his tongue pried your lips open and he let out a long groan.

“Tell me what you want, Angel,” he panted, forehead resting against yours as his fingers worked you over.

“You.” You breathed heavily. “Want you to fuck me.”

He groaned again as your hand slipped between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his thick cock and pumping him slowly. His other hand skirted up your body, cupping one of your breasts and tweaking your nipple. A delighted moan burst past your lips, one he didn’t care about muffling. 

He jerked his hips, hand grabbing your thigh and hitching your leg around his waist. You positioned his cock at your entrance, the thick head brushing over your clit before settling at your core.

“Take me,” you begged, angling your hips as he pushed into you and let out a string of curses.

“Fuck, Angel,” he groaned, peppering kisses along your jaw and nipping at your neck. Your hands tugged his head closer, arching your back so he could take a nipple in his mouth.

“Ryan.” 

You purred as his hips ground against your own. You dug your heel into his ass, his grip on your thigh punishing as he set a quick pace. The sound of your moans and slick skin slapping filled the communal bathroom. 

Your fingers tugged his hair, his teeth grazing your nipple. You gasped as he moved to your other breast, slipping his hand between your legs to circle your clit. His fingers were rough but nimble, working you over with expert precision.

You clenched down around his cock and he groaned heavily.

“Come on my cock, Angel,” he spurred you on, thrusts becoming harder and more frantic as he delayed his own climax. “Need to feel you come for me.”

“Ryan!” You shrieked, biting down on his shoulder to muffle your moans as your orgasm built and built and built until it came crashing down around him.

His hips were unrelenting as you rode out your orgasm, body shuddering and tightening around him. He grunted as his cock twitched, gripping his shaft by the base as he pulled out and coated your stomach with his arousal. 

You watched with heavy eyes as he continued to stroke himself, milking every last drop of his orgasm as his body shuddered. His next kiss was soft against your lips. It didn’t last long as someone started clapping, both of your heads peeking past the half opened shower curtain to see who the culprit was.

“Dang, that was hot!” Teeter hollered. 

“If you don’t want an audience, at least shut the bathroom door,” Colby said with a laugh.

Ryan flipped them both off and tugged the shower curtain across. “Sorry,” he apologised. “Heard you moanin’ my name and got a little excited.”

You barked out a laugh, pulling his head towards you for another kiss. 

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I wrote most of this in one sitting while on the phone with my ex’s little brother because he’s been making some truly awful fashion choices and we needed to Discuss because WHAT THE HELL, MAN. Anyway. I wish I could explain to you what’s been happening in my life because it’s been quite a lot (in a mostly fun way) but I’m kind of just tired all the time. I do enjoy my job (therapy) but everyone’s traumatized rn and it’s making me cry when I get home. Today was my first real day off in a few months and I was feeling creative and also ovulating, so like…

But anyway I hope you all are well!!!!!! I miss being on here regularly and if I don’t message you ever, I’m sorry! I am just tired in my bones. But I see all ya’ll who comment and reblog and I love you for it.

chapter 1 - bedroom eyes

chapter 2 - i would die for you in secret

chapter 3 - tell me something awful

chapter 4 - we know the steps anyway

chapter 5 - at least i’m trying

chapter 6 - i love you still

chapter 7 - found god at ur ex’s house

chapter 8

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It hits different cause it's you

summer sleepover masterlist

jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary : “passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall.” Requested by anon.

contebt warning: one use of yn, throw up, Jamie being insanely jealous, Roy being a big brother figure, angst In the form of Jamie being self deprecating to fluff, allusions to smut but non written.

There was not a square inch of the Crown and Anchor that wasn't buzzing with life; the whole Richmond team, players and otherwise, were crammed into the tiny, town centre pub.

"Hey, who's that?" Jamie didn't recognise the tall blonde that had his arm around your shoulders, prompting him to sharply nudge Sam in his side, attempting to gain some insight as to who he was. Obviously, he wasn't a member of the team or the staff, he knew that much, but if someone had brought him as their plus one, it was rude of him to try and make moves on his friends friend. Jamie nearly spat his drink out at Sam's words. "They have a boyfriend?"

"Well, boyfriend is a strong word really, they've just seen each other a few times." Roy added, now suddenly beside Jamie and Sam with a frown firmly on his face. Even though it was a familiar sight, it had an even darker twinge to it then usual.

"And how would you know that?" Jamie scoffed, arms folding tighter across his chest as he watched the guy pull you over to the bar, his arm wrapped around you, guiding you through the crowd.

"They told me." Roy answered shortly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Though they also told me the guys a fucking prick." Now that had caught Jamie's attention. With each word that slipped past Roy's lips, Jamie could recognise the look of disproval more and more. "Forgot to show up for one of their dates and they had to run home in the fucking rain."

"Fucking prick." Jamie half expected some comment from Roy about how he, himself, was a prick, but it never came, him so focused on burning a hole into the head of the blonde who had his best friend - though Roy would never admit to you being his best friend - entranced.

"You should go and save them Jamie." Sam suggested, a smile pulling at his lips as he nudged Jamie's side teasingly. "They deserve better than him."

"What? And they deserve me? Right." Jamie scoffed, taking a swig of his drink as he continued to stare at the scene before him, unease filling his stomach as he dwelled on the way your smile filled your face and the way your shirt defined everything perfectly.

"Cut that shit out." Surprisingly, that came from Roy. "You're...well...you're a fucking half decent guy, Tartt. Y/n would be lucky to have you."

"Aw, Roy." Jamie cooed, reaching up to pinch at Roy's cheeks like you would a cute baby. Though before he could make contact, Roy had slapped his hand away, a scowl settling on his lips "You're so kind."

"Fuck off." Roy left at that, walking across the room to meet you and your date for the night at the bar.

"Hey, Angel." Roy saddled up next to you at the bar, slipping a hand around your waist and pulling you into a side hug. When you pulled him into a proper one, he took the opportunity to glare daggers at your date, who, in great shock to Roy, just glared right back. There was no way he was letting you date this guy.

"Roy, you know Jake." When you pulled away from the hug, Jake was quick to put his arm around your waist in a way that screamed controlling to Roy.

Jake. Jamie. Jamie. Jake. There was no way you'd picked the blonde on coincidence; and though Roy would rather bubble wrap you up and put you in a cupboard so no one and nothing could ever get to you, if you were going to be with anyone, he'd rather you be with Jamie. The thought knocked him sick. "Yeah. I do."

"I can't fucking believe this shit man." Jamie couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene before him. Roy seemed to be being more amicable with this random guy you were seeing then he'd ever been with him, and he'd just quite loudly proclaimed how much of a dickhead he thought he was. He just couldn't wrap his head around it.

What was there to this guy that Jamie didn't have? Why couldn’t you like Jamie the way he liked you? Why did you have to look so good in that shirt? Why hadn’t you told him but had seemed to tell Sam and Roy? Too many unanswered questions were swarming around his head. Roy clearly approved more of this stranger then he did of Jamie - and even though he'd blatantly told him otherwise seconds ago, the fact he was even entertaining a conversation with him made Jamie quickly forget it. Never once did it cross his mind that maybe Roy was entertaining the conversation because he cared about you.

Jamie felt like he couldn't breath more and more with each second that passed that he watched the three of you converse. It was all too much for one night. Roy liked him less then the dick who didn't show up for your date and made you walk home in the rain, he'd confirmed you didn't feel the same way about him that he felt about you, Mae had put up some disco lights that were stopping him from seeing straight, and the vanilla vodka he'd consumed was making his stomach churn. "I'm gonna be sick."

Jamie didn't hear Sam call after him when he sprinted from his side in the direction of the pubs door, he didn't hear Roy call after him when he barged past the three of you to get out of the pub, and he didn't see your concerned gaze that followed him until he'd disappeared from your vision.

Roy made a promise to be right back, taking a step away from you and Jake after calling down Mae for a glass of water. When you pieced together where he was going, you took the glass from his hand, appreciating the way the condensation cooled the palm of your hand. "No, it's okay Roy. I'll go check on him."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, course. Be right back Jake." You didn't wait for his response, turning for the door almost instantly. Thankfully, Jamie's actions and your want to see him had given Roy the opportunity that he'd been waiting for.

"Let's have a chat Jake, yeah?"

"Jamie!" You called out when you stepped outside of the pub. When you didn't immediately see him, you went to call out his name again, only stopping at a loud wrenching sound that was coming from the side of the building. "Holy shit, are you okay?"

Jamie pulled his shirt sleeve over his hand, wiping at his mouth then retuning it to his side. His other arm rested above his head, allowing him to balance himself against the wall as he hunched over. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine babe, go back inside."

Taking steps closer to Jamie's side, you made sure to avoid the mess he'd made on the floor, rubbing one hand in circles against his back. When his heaving had finally stopped, you wrapped an arm around him, slowly guiding him to sit on the step of the door that led into the kitchens. "C'mon."

Silently, you handed him the glass of water, letting him drink it before speaking. “What's wrong Jamie?"

"What do you meant what's wrong I'm-" Jamie's words fell short as he looked at you. Clearly, you didn't plan on taking any bullshit from him tonight. At his failure to provide a response fast enough, you nudged your knee against his, keeping the side of your leg pressed tightly against his after. Jamie let out a sigh, running a hand down his face. "I just got in my own head. That's all. And then with the vanilla vodka, and the lights, and so many people talking, it went to shit."

Jamie's heart nearly stopped as you threaded your fingers into his hair, pushing it back for him and readjusting his headband. Even when you'd fixed his hair for him, your hand remained in it, resting against the back of his neck and scratching at the hair there. "What did you get in your head about Jay?"

This wasn't real. The vodka had clearly got to him and he was experiencing some kind of deluded, fever ridden, dream. A too hard tug on his hair ground him back in the moment; this was definitely real and you were definitely playing with his hair. He was so fucking in love with you. "Nothing important, don't worry about it, go have a good night with your boyfriend."

"It's important to you, so it's important to me." Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. How you had no idea what you were doing to him, he was clueless. Jamie could've sworn up and down that right then his heart was beating a metre out of his chest - how could you not see it too? "And, also, he's not my boyfriend."

"He's not?"

"No." A weight had been lifted from Jamie's shoulders that he hadn't realised was there. For the first time since he'd noticed you under the arm of whoever it had been, he felt like he could breathe. "We've been out a few times but, honestly, I'm not really feeling it, he's a bit of a dick."

"I know. Roy told me."

"Oh did he?” You asked, your head titling in a way that made the dim street light accentuate all your features. It made your eyes glimmer and Jamie had to resist the urge to kiss you. “Fucker doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut."

A laugh rumbled through Jamie’s chest and he was certain your presence alone had made everything better. God, if you’d let him, he’d never leave your side. "I’m all good now, if you want to go back in, I think im just gonna head home."

"Let's go." Your hand moved down from his hair and slotted into his hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing. Jamie took your action as a sign, allowing you to lead him to your car without a thought spared as to how your date would get home, what Roy was doing to him right now, or what anyone would think of your shared absence. All he cared about was the fact his hand was in yours and that it remained that way the whole ride to his house.

He opened the door for you and then made a bee line for the bathroom with you hot on his heels. As he brushed his teeth several times over, forcing the taste of vomit out of his mouth, you took a seat on his counter. When Jamie spat out his final lot of toothpaste, he turned to you with a minty fresh smile. “So, your ‘not boyfriend,’ that’s definitely not going anywhere?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely not.” You answered honestly, jumping down from the counter and walking in step with Jamie down his hallway. “Besides, I kind of have a thing for someone else. He was the BTEC version, if I’m honest.”

“Really?” Jamie asked casually, as though his heart hadn’t been crushed for a second time tonight, this time in what should’ve been the safety of his own home. “So, what was he like? Aside from being a huge dick, obviously.”

“Obviously.” You confirmed, a laugh slipping past your lips as your lingered in Jamie’s doorway, not quite ready to go home yourself yet. “Oh, well, you know. He plays a lot of football, not too bad at it too, he’s from somewhere up north so he’s got this sexy twinge of an accent.” If Jamie didn’t know better, he’d think you were describing him. “And get this. His name? Jake Heart.”

Jamie had never been sure if heaven was real, but if must’ve been, because he knew if it was, this would be his idea of it. When you said you were going out with the worse version of who you really liked, he never in a million years would’ve thought you really wanted to be with him - even as much as he hoped it. It was like all of his dreams were coming true and his life was finally, fully, piecing together.

“Me.” Jamie gasped, taking a step closer to you. “You like me. I’m the one you like.”

“Yeah, doofus.” You took a step closer to him, sliding your arms up his chest and over his shoulder, placing your hands in his hair like they had been on the doorstep of the pub. He was still fully convinced this was one of those good dreams that make you regret setting an alarm the night before. “Was kind of hoping you’d have caught on by now, but, it is what it is.”

Jamie slipped his arms around your waist, connecting his hands over the small of your back. “So, if you like me, does that mean we can, like, be a couple and stuff?”

“Depends what you have in mind when you say ‘and stuff.’” The coy smile on your lips had a smirk pulling on Jamie’s. God, he couldn’t fucking contain himself around you, and he hoped he would never have to again after today.

Jamie pulled you flush against him, pressing his lips firmly to yours, and squeezing your hips, slipping his tongue into your mouth at the gasp that he pulled out of you. Carefully, he manoeuvred you away from his doorway, kicking it closed behind you, and pushing you against his hallway wall. One of his hands quickly moved to cup the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair to keep you from knocking against the cold plaster and to kiss you even more firmly. He didn’t hold back on his actions, squeezing and rubbing and nipping and sucking on every bit of skin he could reach as he pulled himself away from your lips and made his way down your neck.

As he pulled away for air, his forehead resting against your own and his chest heaving, he suddenly became nervous again. “Something like that, I don’t know, only if you’d like it.”

You pressed a fervent kiss to his lips, knocking the air from his lungs before he’d even had the chance to regain it. “I’d like that very much, Jay.” Jamie stared at you dreamily, so in love with you and you didn’t even know it yet. He couldn’t wait for the day that’d come when he’d finally, fully, tell you. “Couldn’t help but notice you closed the door though Jay, you wanting to figure out what more of that ‘stuff’ looks like, yeah?”

“Yeah, I’d like that very much.” Jamie used your position against the wall to his benefit, moving his hands to hold your waist as he dropped to his knees before you, ready to sing praises between your legs. “Think you’ll like it very much too.”

While the walls of Jamie’s hallway were permanently scarred by the whimpers from your lips and the scratches of your nails against the wall, Roy and Jake sat in the crown and anchor.

“- and you’re not fucking good enough for them. So, you’re going to disappear from their phone, and from the face of the fucking earth for all I care, and not be a fucking duck about it either, yeah.”

Jake was shaking in his seat, and even though Sam had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to butt in the conversation for the past 30 minutes, he never got the chance to. Jake had stood from his seat and left the pub without so much as a goodbye or a sip from his drink taken.

“Roy, do you really think all that was necessary?” Sam asked, sliding into Jakes now empty seat and sliding his untouched beer over to Roy.

“Abso-fucking-lutley.”

Hope you enjoyed this Jamie fic!!! Let me know what you think <33 more to come as I get up to date on the summer sleepover prompts x

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Dirty Laundry

Summary: Life with two toddlers has taken a toll on your sex life for the past few weeks, but after a surprisingly calm morning, you and Javi find a creative solution to solve your problem.

Word Count: 2.8K

Pairing: Husband!Javier Peña x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also, who am I to say?) vaginal fingering, paise kink, a breeding kink so dangerous that you may get pregnant just from reading, creampie, cum play, a loud washer and dryer, no actual laundry accomplished, domestic girl dad Javi, you'll always be famous

A/N: idk who unlocked my cell while I was ovulating, but once again I have escaped, and once again, we're makin' babies. I think I've convinced myself I don't know how to write anything else, and for that, I am genuinely sorry. If wanting to give Javier Peña a football team worth of kids is a crime, then lock me up and throw away the goddamn key 🤠

Can be read as a standalone or as a part of the Never Too Late Series!

For as much as you loved your daughters, it was safe to say that for the past two weeks, your pair of rambunctious toddlers had been doing very little for your sex life. 

Your 4 year old Lucy had been going through a phase of having nightmares every night, and somehow ending up in you and Javi’s bed no matter what you tried. That, combined with trying to potty train your 2 year old, Elliot, (who was nowhere close to being the breeze her older sister it was when it came to the matter), on top of preschool, work, and life in general, you and Javi had barely gotten so much as a kiss in, let alone some quality time together. 

It had been your hope to start trying for baby number three, but after 2 months of negative pregnancy tests and another month of complete chaos, despite your best intentions, “trying” had very much taken a backseat in your mental to-do list.  

But this morning when you woke up, it was almost as if a wave of calm had washed over your house to reset the state of disarray you had been in the past few weeks- Both girls had slept through the night in their own beds, had woken up in good spirits, Elliot asked to use the bathroom multiple times, and both had been happy to play in the living room together quietly as you worked on catching up on some much needed laundry. 

So calm, in fact, that Javi was almost worried when he came downstairs for work to hear near silence, apart from the occasional giggles from the girls as they arranged their Fisher Price Little People in their Play Barn and the washer running in the background. 

“Hi Daddy!” Lucy cooed, toddling over to her dad, wrapping her arms around his waist as Elliot quickly followed behind, perching on his leg like a koala. 

“Buenos días, niñas. (Good morning, girls).” Javi grinned, squatting down to kiss the wild, sleepy curls of his daughters’ heads, still slightly confused by the tranquil state of the house. “Where’s Momma?” 

“Washing stinky socks.” Lucy giggled, pinching her nose and scrunching her face, pretending to have smelled something bad. 

“Yeah, stinky socks.” Elliot echoed, sticking out her tongue. 

“Oh yeah? Is it because my pollitas (little chickens) have stinky, smelly feet?” Javi teased, wrapping his arms around the girls, pulling them close to his chest as he tickled their sides, the three erupting in laughter and giggles. 

“What’s goin’ on out here, huh?” You grinned, stepping out of the laundry room with your arms playfully crossed against your chest to see your husband and daughters in a tickle tackle pile on the living room floor. 

“Daddy said we have stinky feet! Daddy’s got stinky feet, not me and Elliot.” Lucy protested. 

“I think you and Daddy both have stinky feet, Lucy Lu, and your dirty laundry proves it.” You smiled, watching Javi give one last big kiss to each of the girls before pushing up off the floor with a grunt, making his way over to you. “Good morning, Mr. Stinky Feet.” 

“Hey, c’mon now. I can’t have you all gangin’ up on me.” Javi pouted through his smirk, wrapping his arm around your waist as his lips softly met yours, his words sweet and low as they danced against your skin. “Good morning, Hermosa.” 

His kiss lingered just long enough to send butterflies swirling through your stomach, biting down on your lip to try and keep your heart beating any faster than it already was. You stood there for another moment, eyes locking with his as the grip around your waist tightened just subtly enough to hint his mind was in the same place as yours. 

You were finding a way to finally have sex this morning. 

You could feel the arousal already beginning to pool in your core, swallowing hard as Javi tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at you while his hand slid further down your waist towards your ass, trying to devise a plan for the two of you to be alone long enough to do what you had both been so desperately craving these past few weeks. 

As you turned your head back over your shoulder in search of ideas, a devilish grin spread across your face, looking back to Javi to gently tug on the maroon tie dangling from his neck, twisting the end through your fingers. 

“I think I really need help with the laundry before you leave for work.” You mewled, leaning in to press another kiss to his plush lips, followed by another on his cheek and neck, Javi letting a soft groan rumble in his chest. 

“Oh Fuck, baby. What do we do about the girls?” He asked quietly, trying his best to keep his composure as the dark brown of his eyes grew hungrier with want. 

“Snack and a movie? There’s already a baby monitor out in the living room, and if we put on “The Little Mermaid”, it should buy us enough time.” You nodded in reassurance of your own idea, already growing antsy with anticipation. 

“God, I love you.” Javi smirked, giving you one more kiss and a firm squeeze of your ass before breaking away towards the kitchen so you could execute your plan. 

“Hey girls?” you called, making your way towards the living room where they were back to playing, “Daddy needs to help Mommy with some, um- laundry. So if we put on “The Little Mermaid”, can you show us what big girls you are and let you watch the movie all by yourselves?” You asked, doing your best to play up your request. 

“Yes, yes, yes!” Elliot squealed, clapping and stomping her feet. “Wittle Mermaid!” 

“Okay, go get your blankets and sit on the couch and Daddy’s gonna bring you a snack to watch the movie with.” 

“Yay! Movie time, movie time!” Lucy shrieked as the girls ran to go grab their things, plopping themselves on to the respective corners of the couch. While you searched for the VHS in the entertainment center, Javi returned from the kitchen with two much bigger than needed bowls of Teddy Grahams, turning on the TV as you pushed the tape into the receiver and pressed play. 

With the bright blue Disney logo appearing across the screen and your daughters both happily snuggled with their snacks on the sofa, you and Javi gave each other the silent nod of approval, slowly backing away towards the laundry room while the girls sat in content and entranced silence. 

After one last peek, you carefully closed and locked the laundry room door behind you, quickly followed by turning on both the washing machine and the dryer, trying to do yourself any favors you could by drowning out any suspicious sounds.  

“Good?” Javi asked once more for reassurance, feeling his slacks get tighter and tighter around his crotch by the second as he waited for your response. 

Without a single word, your lips were crashing into his, a messy dance of tongues and teeth ensuing between you as your bodies bumped against the laundry room counter, limbs tangled together in a frantic race to remove clothes. 

“Fuck, I missed you. Missed this.” Javi groaned, helping you slide your top over your head and unclip your bra as he nipped at your neck, pushing your back against the dryer and caging your body under him. 

“I know, baby, me t-too.” You whimpered, reaching out to undo Javi’s belt buckle, shoving his pants down to his thighs, followed by his boxers, freeing his cock as it slapped against the dark hairs on the happy trail of his stomach. “Missed having your big dick inside me.” 

“Fuck.” Javi swore under his breath as you reached out to stroke him, swiping your thumb over his weeping tip to rub the precum up and down his shaft as he shoved your the waistband of your pants and underwear down your hips just far enough to let them fall to the floor around your ankles. 

As much as you both desperately wanted to take your time, worshiping every inch of each other’s bodies until you had nothing left to give, you knew time was not on your side. After a few more strokes, you pulled back, letting Javi snake his hand against your body to slide between your legs, the slightest graze of his fingertips already making you shutter with need. 

At this point, even after the few weeks it had been without Javi inside you, you were wet enough that you could have taken him without any warm up, your core dripping with your arousal to the point it was smearing the inside of your thighs with its shiny coating. But even with your cunt soaking wet and time working against you, Javi couldn’t help but drag his fingers through your folds, curling to push up into your tight hole and prod against your g-spot. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so wet. This all for me, Momma? Missed me fillin’ you up with my cock? Missed me fucking you full of my cum, huh baby?” Javi growled, his words shooting straight to your cunt, making you clamp down tighter around his fingers and your clit throb with intensity.  

It had been a minute since baby making had been at the forefront of your mind, but his question set off something animalistic in the both of you, knowing that right now could give you a chance at baby number three that you had been wishing for. 

“Y-yes, Javi, fuck- want you to fill me up, baby. Want you to fill me up until you fuck a baby into me.” 

It was then that Javi couldn’t have been more thankful that you had turned on the washer and dryer to try and drown out your noise, because the groan he let escape from his parted lips was much louder than he intended. 

But then again, there were few things in this world that turned him on more than you begging him to knock you up, so what did he expect? 

Scooping his arms under your thighs, Javi hoisted you on top of the dryer, your ass hitting the cold, vibrating metal with a thud as your lips collided again with desperate ferocity, muffled moans escaping from your mouths. 

“Dirty fuckin’ girl. Want me to knock you up again, Momma? Give you another baby?” Javi smirked, reaching to line his cock up with your entrance, swiping his tip through your folds to collect your slick and coat it along his length before he pushed inside you, sinking deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, hips flush with yours. 

Words couldn’t describe how much you had missed the sweet stretch and sting of Javi’s fullness, each inch of him feeling better than the last, sobbing out as his tip kissed your cervix, all inhibitions of self-composure completely tossed out the window. Still sunk deep in your cunt, Javi’s hand shot over your mouth, stifling your cries in his palm. 

“Shhhhhh, I know, Osita. You gotta keep quiet though, baby.” 

You nodded frantically in compliance, Javi’s hand dropping to grip around your waist as you tried to catch your breath. “M-move, Javi, please.” Your whimpering request borderlining pathetic with how badly you needed him. 

“You promise you’re gonna be a good girl and keep quiet?” 

“Mhmmmm. I promise, baby, please.” 

With that, Javi’s hips began to snap, dragging his cock in and out of you at a dangerous pace, coating the walls with the sounds of the wet sounds of your cunt and slapping skin, muffled by the washer and dryer. 

“Oh my God, Javi. Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good.” You whined, locking your legs behind the small of Javi’s back, keeping him as close to you as possible as he fucked in and out of you. You draped your arms around his shoulders, fingers burying themselves in the dark curls at the nape of his neck. 

The closeness had the hairs at the base of his cock rubbing deliciously against your clit, adding to the tension beginning to build at the base of your spine, both of you knowing it wouldn’t take long to get where you needed to go after weeks without being able to have each other like this. 

Javi could feel it too, his balls beginning to tense with each pump, using every ounce of self control to keep from preemptively spilling into you, his hands digging into the soft flesh of your hips and thighs, holding on to you like his life depended on it. 

“Jesus, Fuck- Fuck, I missed this tight little pussy so much. Gonna cum so deep inside you. So deep it’s gotta fucking take. God, you’re so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant. I swear I’ll give you as many babies as you want, Hermosa.” Javi babbled, biting down on his lip as he pounded into you, reaching one of his hands down to circle at your wet, puffy clit, aching to be relieved from all the built up tension. 

At this point, you were so drunk on pleasure that you could barely remember your own name, feeling your orgasm begin to build through every inch of your body in a way that had you seeing stars, digging your fingernails into Javi’s shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck to keep from crying out his name, forcing yourself to whisper incoherent sweet nothings against his skin. 

“P-please, Javi. F-fill me up. Oh shit- Fuck, baby, I’m so close.” 

Javi’s thrusts became sloppier and more erratic, fingers rubbing your clit with the perfect amount of pressure to coax your orgasm out of you before he followed suit, gritting his teeth and furrowing his brow in intense concentration. 

“That’s it, baby. Cum all over me. Soak my fucking cock before I fuck you full of me and knock you up. C’mon, Momma.” 

Suddenly, your orgasm crashed through you, lighting your body up like a goddamn Christmas tree, every inch of your body radiating with bliss as you clamped down around Javi’s cock, biting down on his shoulder as you came to try and stifle your cries. 

Javi was only moments behind you, letting out a low grunt with the final sutter of his hips as he came, coating your walls with his warm spend, fucking it into with every ounce he had left until he had milked himself dry. 

Your bodies collapsed into each other, rising and falling in sync with heavy breaths like you had just finished the last mile of a marathon and collapsed at the finish line, damp and sticky with your sweat. 

As much as Javi didn’t want to pull out, he could feel his cock beginning to soften and the mixture of your spend leaking from your hole. Refusing to let a drop go to waste, he pulled out of you, a groan rumbling low in his chest as he wrapped his hand around his length, dragging his tip up through your folds and collecting the cum that had been dripping out. Taking the wet mess he had gathered with his cock, he pushed himself back into you, slowly thrusting in and out of you, a devilish smirk spreading across his face at the absolutely obscene sound coming from between your legs. 

“Promise me,” Javi gulped between pants, finally pulling out of you again, “Promise we never go this long without having sex again. Holy Fuck.” 

“Promise.” You couldn’t help but giggle in agreement, coming down from your blissed out high. “God, that was the longest two weeks ever. Don’t know why we didn’t think of this sooner.” 

“Because we’ve been sleep deprived and exhausted, and our little monstros (monsters) have been giving us a run for our money.” Javi chuckled, reaching behind you to grab a towel from the cabinet above the dryer, quickly rinsing it in the sink before wiping you up and helping you find all of your clothes. 

“Are we crazy for wanting another one?” You asked, looking down at your stomach, thinking about the ramifications of what you had just done. 

“Maybe. But you drive me so fucking crazy, we may end up with 10 before you know it.” 

“Javi! Dear lord, we are not having 10 kids, you psycho.” You laughed, playfully slapping your husband on the shoulder. 

“Stop being so hot and I’ll stop knockin’ you up.” Javi smirked, raising his eyebrows at you as you rolled your eyes at him knowing damn well you’d have a whole army of his kids if he really wanted. 

“You’re ridiculous, I hope you know that. Alright, you need to get your ass to work and I need to feed the gremlins before I drop Lucy off at preschool. Let’s go, cowboy.” You grinned, playfully smacking Javi on the ass, giving him a quick kiss as you made your way towards the door. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Osita. I gotta remember to call my dad on the way into work.” 

“Call your dad? Why?” 

“To see if Abuelo can take the girls this weekend so you and I can catch up on a lot of laundry.” 

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Hi it’s me again 🥹

Could I also pleeeeeease request my grump baby daddy Javier Peña with “should we make it official” ? 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Javier Peña. 3,017 words. "Should we make it official?" Co-written with @absurdthirst

Established relationship. Pregnancy. Lying to friends to hide a relationship. Revelations. Talk of marriage. Committed with a capital 'c'. Alcohol/food. Cursing.

“Are we sure we’re doing this?”

Javier turns to look at you just outside the Murphy’s apartment door, eyebrow raised at the slight panic in your tone. You are normally the calm one of the two of you. This….this has you rattled and Javi surprisingly calm. He glances back at the unopened door and then shrugs. “We can always blow off the dinner Connie has spent hours making.” He tells you, knowing you would feel guilty if that happened.

“Noooo.” Your face scrunches into a sulking pout for a second, knowing that you would never do that to your friend. But there is still enough fear in your system to wonder if you’re making yourself sick with anxiety or if the morning sickness is coming in the evening now. “People are going to start to notice pretty soon…they really should be the first people we tell.”

“They should.” He’s thought that for some time, but it’s honestly more fun to fuck with Steve this way. “Should we make it official?” He asks, hand raised and ready to knock.

“It’s probably about time,” you admit with a laugh. It’s been sneaking and secrets and bickering at each other at the office for almost as long as you’ve worked together, but it’s time to come clean.

“Make sure to look annoyed at me.” Javi shoots you a wink before he raps on the door. “You know what that does to me.”

“That’s how I ended up like this in the first place,” you tease, smothering a laugh as he knocks on the Murphy’s door.

Javi’s grin is quick to drop into a scowl when he hears the footsteps come towards the door. It’s been interesting, fun, convincing Murphy that he couldn’t stand you. The entire office believed that Javier Peña had finally met a woman he didn’t want to fuck – obviously not the truth – and that would be revealed tonight.

Steve pulls open the front door to the apartment he shares with his wife and their adopted little girl with a bright smile on his face and Olivia in this arms. “Nice of you two to not kill each other on the doorstep,” he jokes, surveying your scowling faces.

Javi scoffs slightly, rolling his eyes. “Just let us in, asshole.” He grumbles. “Or you’ll have to witness it.”

“Connie Murphy, love of my life.” Nudging past Steve, you find Connie bustling happily in her kitchen and wrap your arms around the other woman for a tight hug.

Javi greets Steve, chucking Olivia on the chin and suppressing his grin when she squeals happily at him. He hadn't encouraged the Murphy's to adopt her, but she was a cute kid, growing on him and the guilt of her mom's death is slowly ebbing. "So dinner, huh? You can't get enough of us at the office?"

“Connie thought it would be a nice thing to do,” he shrugs, glancing back over his shoulder toward the kitchen before he and Javi start to stroll back into the apartment. “Me? I get enough of the bitching on a daily basis.”

"How would you know we are still alive if we weren't bitching?" He snorts, winking at Olivia as she watches him from over her father's shoulder. She gives him a slobbery grin and he chuckles when she flutters her lashes at him. She's not even one and she's already a flirt.

“You might try being nice to another human once in a while,” Steve points out, though he knows better than to think Javi will take the suggestion seriously.

“I’m nice.” Javi grunts, frowning slightly. Walking into the kitchen, he spots you and his frown deepens, wondering why you are looking a little green.

“If you’re nice then I’m Princess Di,” you drawl, shifting past the boys carefully so you don’t brush Steve with your bump. Connie had offered you a beer and opened one for herself, and you need to get away from the smell. “I’m going to go powder my nose.”

There’s a beer in your hand and he’s instantly aware of why you look sick. Reaching out, he plucks the beer from your hand. “Thanks.” He chuckles. “Don’t think you should be drinking tonight.” He huffs. “You get all pissy.”

Not feeling well enough too banter with him, you just throw Javi a characteristic scowl and continue on to the bathroom. You’ll thank him for grabbing the bottle later.

Steve shakes his head and throws a pout towards his wife. “Why do I have to put up with this shit tonight?” He whines, making Javi smirk as he tilts the bottle back and drains it quickly. “How about some whiskey?” He asks, knowing the smell of that doesn’t affect you.

“Always after the good stuff.” Steve chuckles but grabs down three glasses. Connie isn’t partial to whiskey so he knows she’ll stick to beer. “You have a good weekend, Jav? Considering we actually had one this time?”

“It’s good.” It’s dealing with a sick lady and working through the very real anxiety that has gripped both of you, but that can be admitted to later on. “Don’t pour that pain in the ass a drink.” Javi snorts. “Otherwise she’ll be busting on my ass all night.”

“What if you deserve it?” Steve counters, lips curved in a smirk.

He shoots Steve a sour look and watches as he pours three drinks, knowing he will be downing the third as well.

“Did you guys piss her off already?” Connie huffs playfully at both men when she moves through from the kitchen to the dining room table with a large pot in her hands. “Steve honey, will you put Olivia in her highchair and grab the plates?”

“She’s just naturally pissy.” Javi snorts, taking the drinks from Steve when he’s distracted and drinking one, setting the glass down and bringing the other two into the dining area.

“So what’s for dinner?” Thankfully, your morning sickness — a misnomer since you usually get it in the middle of the night and now in the evening — and other food related sickness seems to dissipate quickly after you’ve actually thrown up. You can stroll back into the dining room with no one any the wiser now that you’ve started stashing a toothbrush and toothpaste in your purse.

Steve missed the way you nod at Javi, assuring him you’re alright and he frowns to cover up his worry. Scoffing, he sets the whiskeys down on the table. “Anything should be better than your cooking.” He huffs. The one time you had him and Murphy over to your apartment, you had burned the store-bought lasagna.

“I never claimed to be a chef.” He will never let you live that lasagna down. Although now the two of you laugh about it. “That’s Connie’s realm.”

“Can you two stop clawing at each other for one damn night?” Steve shakes his head and huffs as he pulls the cigarette from behind his ear.

“I mean…” Glancing over at Javi with mischief in your eyes, you shrug at Steve. “If you’re gonna be cranky about it, I guess we might manage to be a little friendlier.”

Javi chuckles as Steve narrows his eyes in confusion. “You two better not start shit tonight.” He warns, pointing between the two of you. “I’m ready to turn you over to Escobar myself for the reward.”

“Come on, Peña.” Rolling your eyes for show, you beckon Javi toward you and hold out your hand for a performative truce. “Murphy doesn’t want any trouble tonight.” When Javi steps forward to make a grand show of shaking your hand you tug him in, practically grinning when you lean forward and press your lips to his.

The groan of your lover covers the choked sound of surprise from Murphy, one that Javi would ignore anyway as he curls you closer into his arms and deepens the kiss.

“What the hell?” Connie had walked back into the room with forks in her hand, but promptly drops them on the floor in a clattering shock.

Javier smiles against your mouth, taking his time to kiss you and his hand cups your cheek tenderly before he pulls back and gives you another soft kiss before turning back to Steve. “Is that better?” He asks with a smirk. “All friends now.”

“What the fuck was that?!” A gob smacked pair of Murphys is just standing there staring at you, and the nonchalant expressions on your and Javier’s faces isn’t helping at all.

“You said you wanted us to be friendlier to each other.” Friendliness had nothing to do with the way Javi’s arm stays around your back, protective as it rests on your body.

“We’re just trying to be good friends,” you reason, leaning in and putting your head on Javi’s shoulder.

Connie stares at you two, her mouth open and she shakes her head. “Oh shit.” She gasps out. “You two are sleeping together!”

“What a shocking thing to say.” Even with your voice completely deadpan, you still can’t help but crack a grin. “That’s a mighty big accusation, Mrs. Murphy.”

“Sleep with her?” Javi sneers, even as he jostles you against him slightly. “Why would I do that?”

“Gross.” You agree, nodding once like you’re punctuating a sentence. “Definitely haven’t been doing that at all.”

“Never.” Javi hums, his fingers caressing your back and he twists the shirt you are wearing around his fingers to pull it tight against your stomach.

You can’t really blame Connie for squawking in surprise. It is surprising. Especially because you’ve been religious about your birth control. But things happen, and having made the decision to have this baby has made you and Javi both anxious and giddy in alternation. “Surprise?” You offer, surveying your friend’s pale expression of shock.

Steve’s jaw is on the floor and Javi casually reaches over and taps his chin. “Never seen a pregnant woman before?” He asks, amused by the reactions.

Once Steve swallows, he goes from just surprised to being giddy and surprised. “I have so many questions.”

“Can we eat first?” Javi asks, turning back to you and frowning slightly. “How is your stomach, now?” He questions softly, worry shining in his eyes.

“It’s fine.” The smile you offer him is grateful, and you soothe one hand over your bump in relief. “Beer isn’t going back on the acceptable smells list any time soon.”

He nods and shrugs apologetically. "I'm sorry, cariño." He reaches down to stroke your stomach affectionately. "He'll like beer later."

Once he manages to put his eyes back in their sockets, Steve hustles you over to the table to sit and starts to serve. “I don’t understand,” he admits easily, shaking his head at the two of you. “How long has it been?”

Javi sits down easily beside you and gives you the glass of water he had poured when he had brought the whiskey to the table. "Do you want to answer, or me?"

"It's been about a year and a half." The actual start of things is a little fuzzy, since you and Javi had started out in a friends-with-benefits casual sex to blow off steam scenario, and the feelings had developed over time.

“A fucking year and a half!” Steve sits down rather abruptly and shakes his head. “How the fuck have you been fucking for a year and a half and I didn’t know?”

"Because it's really fun to mess with you," you admit and Javi grins. "It's pretty much our second favorite pastime."

“But you two fight all the time!” He looks over at Connie as if to confirm he’s not crazy. He bitches about the two of you to her often enough and she’s been around you both.

"Aww, c'mon, Murph." When Connie passes you a plate you inhale cautiously, but everything seems to be okay as far as scents go. "You've never heard of couples who bicker as flirting?"

His eyes widen in horror and his nose curls in disgust. “Oh fuck! You two have been flirting and fucking all around me. Where the hell have you— no, I don’t want to know.” He points at the two of you seriously. “You better not have fucked on my desk.”

Now that he mentions it, you actually can't recall whether or not you've ever had sex on Steve's desk. Tilting your head in curiosity at Javi, he reads the question in your furrowed brow and shakes his head, though he does end up laughing. "Apparently not," you assure Steve. "Though we have definitely fucked on my desk."

Steve slumps back into the chair and covers his eyes with his hand. "I can't— fuck, I don't believe it. I just— fuck...."

"Everything's okay, Murph ." If you tried to reassure him that nothing is going to change that would be a complete lie, but at least you can tell him that nothing bad is going to happen. "If anything, I thought you'd be thrilled. Once this is out, less bitching to deal with on a daily basis."

“Not if it’s foreplay for you two assholes.” He grumbles, sliding his hand down his face before looking at the two of you again.

That makes both you and Javi snicker, and even Connie chuckles a little behind a bite of her dinner. “It is, a little,” you admit with a shit-eating grin. “But we promise to leave your desk alone.”

“You better.” He huffs and tilts his head. “How far along are you?”

“Nineteen weeks.” Whatever this crazy pasta dish is that Connie made, it’s seriously hitting the spot, and you fork up another bite. “It’s going to start getting hard to hide soon, so we figured we should start telling people.”

“Next you’re going to tell us you got married.” Connie snorts, shooting you a grin. She’s absolutely thrilled for you, even if it makes her sad that she is not pregnant yet after years of trying.

“Let’s not be crazy.” It isn’t as though the thought hadn’t crossed your mind in the last few months, but you’ve kept it to yourself. The baby is plenty enough change in both of your lives.

“That comes after the baby is born.” Javi tosses out causally as he forks up another bite of his plate and groans in pleasure. It’s been a long time since he’s had pasta this good. Since you’ve been having food aversions, it’s been a lot of eggs and toast.

When the other three of you all stop and stare at him simultaneously, Connie is the first to break. The disbelief on your face says absolutely not before she can even ask her question, but she still poses: “You’ve talked about it?” With only polite and mild surprise.

“Not exactly.” Javi looks up at Connie’s shocked face and shrugs. “But she’s having my kid.” He stresses. “Figured she wouldn’t want to be pregnant getting married.”

“I figured you wouldn’t want to get married.” As painful as it is to admit, you really hadn’t expected it. Hope? Sure. But that isn’t the same thing at all.

Javi straightens up from his plate and narrows his eyes slightly. “What made you think that?” He asks, confused to why you would believe that. Sure, there had been many conversations about what to do when you found out you were pregnant, but he had told you he was all in.

“I just…” This really isn’t the time or place you imagined having a full conversation about it, but you swallow and try not to let the enhanced emotions of pregnancy bubble to the surface. “Mainly because we’ve never really talked about it. We’ve barely talked about how we’re going to raise the baby after we catch Escobar and we get reassigned.”

“If we are married, the DEA works to assign agents to the same station.” He knows that you should know this as well. “I just wanted you to focus on your health.” He admits. “You’ve been getting sick a lot. Didn’t want to add more stress to you.”

You’re touched that he’s been trying to keep your stress level down, but you put your hand on his arm and squeeze gently. “You can always talk to me about the important things. Even if I’m not feeling great. That’s the partnership angle of this whole thing. And wanting to get married definitely qualifies as important.”

Javi glances as Connie and Steve, both of them trying not to appear as if they aren’t soaking this up like the newest Telenova. “It won’t change between us, cariño.” He murmurs his eyes turning to you and softening. “We will be like we have been, just two agent Peña’s instead of one.”

“The time we’re changing things is right now.” Your hand inches down his arm, tangling your fingers together and nudging in Connie and Steve’s direction as if he might have forgotten they’re there when he was just looking at them. “We’re not a secret anymore. That’s going to change things. But that’s okay.”

Javi nods and straightens back up, looking towards the other couple again. “Dinner is good, Con.” He compliments, eyes sliding over to Steve. Watching to see what Murphy will bust his balls over.

“If you guys need help with anything, you let us know.” Steve says instead. It isn’t a question, or even an invitation. It’s an expectation from one friend and colleague to another. The three of you have been stuck in this battle together for a long goddamn time now and he’s not about to let a plot twist change the team you’ve formed — even if he’s still completely shocked at the twist to begin with. “Baby. Wedding. Whatever. Just say the word.”

Javi nods and takes your hand, knowing that this is a lot of change in a very different way. Most would never consider that Javi was capable of loving you, staying with you and creating a family. He was a lot more than people gave him credit for, and that was fine. As long as you knew where he stood – and that is right beside you.

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But daddy I love him (Ryan, Yellowstone)

“Come on, it’ll only be for a few hours. I can get you back before you dad even knows that you left,” his lips peppering her neck, making her head roll back and moan. “Please baby, I just want a few hours with you,” she scrunches her face up and she sighs at his pleas.

“I wish I could, you know I do. But you know what he is like.” Adeline Dutton loved her father, she really did; but if he were to find out that she was dating one of the ranch hands, he would lose his shit. Being the youngest had its perk, she always got what she wanted, always had her dad full attention, which was more than what she could say for her 4 other siblings. But as she got older, she wanted to do what every other teenager and young adult was doing, partying, drinking, sleeping around, dating; the attention she once ate up as a child was now a pain in her ass.

“Would it be the worst thing in the world if he found out,” his eyes now met her and her heart broke a little bit. Growing up, Adeline only really had one rule, do not ever be anything more than professional with the ranch hands or anyone who works with the Yellowstone. It had been easy enough for a long time, most of the ranch hands were old timers, like Lloyd or young assholes who knew nothing about how to be a cowboy. But let’s just say when Ryan showed up on the ranch just over a year ago, she said fuck you to that rule. For months they would look at each other from afar, never daring to do anything. It became a boring dance very quickly, so Adeline took the bull by the horns and took what she wanted, which was him. Ryan didn’t put up much of an argument, sick of the same old song and dance, so being the new guy on the ranch he took the late shift, putting tack away in the stables, which Adeline helped with so that they could spend more time together, stealing moments when they could. It was enough at the start, sleeping together in the small room in the stables, but as the months went by and their relationship progressed and intensified, they were now wanting more, especially Ryan who now wanted to show off his woman.

“Ryan, you know that he would kick you off of the ranch and then what,” he leans back on he knees giving her room to sit up and lean back on her elbows. Ryan shrugs, his gaze looking at his hands which were rubbing her legs.

“You could come with me,” his gaze meets hers and god those eyes did things to her. She hated this.

“Ryan,” she sat up fully, coming to her knees and taking his head in her hands, rubbing her petite fingers over his stubbled cheeks. “I love you, and you know what I would go anywhere with you, but what about my dad, he doesn’t have anyone, not really. Lee’s gone, his relationship with Kayce is still rocky, Beth is away doing whatever the fuck she does and let’s be honest Jamie is a massive pain in the ass. Without me he doesn’t really have anyone, and god I can’t stand the thought of him having this entire place and all these people but still being truly alone. It scares the shit out of me, Ryan. Really scares the shit out of me,” her voice breaks and Ryan shakes his head whiping the tears coming down her face.

“Hey baby, shh. It’s okay. I get it, it’s fine. I have you and as long as you love me, you have me, and I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” he lifts her head so he can look into her eyes. “You have me baby, in so many ways,” Adeline nods, wiping a tear away.

“God I feel like you are giving everything and I’m giving nothing in this relationship,” Ryan shakes his head, a smile painting his face.

“Trust me you give me enough, just in a different way,” Adeline gasps and shoves her hands into his chest pushing him back as he laughs.

“You are such a pig,” a smirk now playing on her lips as she looks at him. Grabbing her hand, she laughs as Ryan pulls her to him, her knees bending on either side of his thighs, sitting in his lap. She leans forwards, their noses meeting each other, her arms wrapping around his neck.

“I love you,” Ryan smiles.

“I love you too,” Adeline smirks at this, her hands running down his body finding the buckle on his trousers. She leans down to whisper in his ear.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” Ryan groans as she pushes him on his back and pulls her top over her head.

“ADELINE!,” her eyes shoot open, her mind groggy from a lack of sleep. Ryan moans next to her, a hand running over his eyes.

“ADELINE, ARE YOU IN HERE?” her eyes widen as realises the voice, her dad and Rip.

“Shit,” she shoot’s up grabbing some clothes.

“She’s not in here sir,” she hears Rip tell her dad.

“Well where else could she be,” her dad stresses, her heartbreaks a little. Ryan stumbles as he puts on his pants causing a noise. Adeline and Ryan look at each other, fear in both of their eyes.

“What was that?” A voice asks, Lloyd.

“Addie,” her dad voice is closer this time, footsteps coming closer to them. The door flies open revealing the two of them, thank god both of them had some clothing on, Ryan in his boxers, jeans on but not closed and she had Ryan’s shirt on and her panties.

Her dad face goes from shock to anger real quick.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER!,” her dad grabs Ryan and shoves him into the wall.

“DAD!”

“JOHN!”

“SIR,” Rip and Lloyd move into the small room pulling at the older man away.

“DAD!” this time Adeline moves and pushes at her dad.

“John calm down,” Lloyd tells her father. Her hands move and takes Ryan’s face in her hands, looking him over.

“Are you okay,” she asks him, assessing him with her eyes.

“I’m fine baby,” he assures her, her relief is short lived when she hears Lloyd and Rip struggling to pull her dad back.

“YOU KEEP AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER, YOU HEAR. YOU ARE DONE, YOU HEAR, DONE.”

“Dad no.”

“Sir why don’t we all calm down,” Rip reasons.

“CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN. HOW AM I MEANT TO CALM DOWN WHEN MY DAUGHTER IS SLEEPING WITH ONE OF MY WORKERS,” Adeline shakes her head, stepping forward.

“Dad listen to me. I know you have always told me to keep it professional, to never do anything with the ranch hands but,” she looks over at Ryan who is looking at her with intrigue.

“This is more than just sleeping together and having some fun… I love him,” she looks at Ryan and smiles, he walks towards her and takes her hand.

“And I love her, Mr Dutton,” Rip and Lloyd drop their holds on him and watch the man carefully, not knowing what he was going to do next. John looks at the pair and sighs running his hand over his face.

“How much do you love her,” his gaze lands on Ryan, looking for an answer.

“More than anything.”

“And this is serious, you’re not doing this so you can say you have been with the bosses daughter,” Ryan shakes his head.

“No… I love her, I’ll love her till the day that I die,” Adeline looks at him with tears in her eyes, Ryan rubs his finger over her hand, smiling at her.

“And I promise that I will spend the rest of my life proving that I am good enough for her,” Adeline shakes her head and moves towards him taking his face in her hands.

“You are good enough for me,” she whispers before resting her head in the crook of his neck, causing Ryan to kiss her forehead.

John stares at the pair all not knowing what to say. Lloyd stand behind him a small smile on his lips as he looks at them, young love. Rip just looks at John not being able to anticipate what he was going to do next. Shaking his head John lets out a sigh.

“Well alright then,” before walking out the door. Adeline and Ryan look at Rip and Lloyd who were both shocked.

Untangling herself from Ryan she runs after her dad.

“Dad,” she comes to stand behind him just outside of the stable doors. Her dad stops, his back still to her.

“What does this mean?” John turns to her and looks at his baby, god when had she become so grown up.

“He’s a good man,” Adeline scoffs.

“Really, he’s a good man. 5 minutes ago you had him pinned up against a wall,” John nods, his head turned downwards.

“Yeah not my proudest moment, I will admit honey,” Adeline’s heart melts as the nickname, regret fills her.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him. But I knew how you were going to react and I just… really wanted you to like him,” John nods.

“I do like him honey. He’s good for you,” John stands closer to her and puts his hands on her arms. “It’s just hard for me sometimes, to admit that you are grown up. But, he loves you, I can see that now and I just want you to be happy,” Adeline smiles at her dad.

“He makes me very happy,” John smiles at that.

“Then that’s all I could ask for,” Adeline pulls her dad into a hug, resting her head in his chest. John smiles, resting his cheek on the top of her head, just like he did when she was a little girl.

“Thank you dad,” pulling back John looks at her and nods.

Walking around the corner Colby and Jimmy stop as they take in the sight, the bosses daughter standing in nothing but panties and a shirt.

“Oh shit,” jimmy exclaims, causing colby to hit him in the arm. Adeline tenses realising what she was wearing. John shakes his head taking off him coat and wrapping it around his daughter.

“Go and put some clothes on, alright,” Adeline nods running back into the barn. Colby and Jimmy look at John, both shitting themselves.

“Morning, Mr Dutton,” Colby says awkwardly, his gaze on the floor as he lifts his hand towards his boss.

“You saw nothing, ya hear,” Colby and Jimmy nod.

“Saw absolutely nothing sir,” Jimmy tells him, his gaze off towards the mountains. John simply nods at the pair before walking off causing the men to let out a sigh of relief.

“What the hell was that?” Jimmy looks towards Colby who just raises his eyebrows and shakes his head.

“Absolutely, no idea.”

Jogging back into the stables, Adeline pulls her dad’s coat tighter, she was really starting to feel the cold. Lloyd, Rip and Ryan gaze turns to her as she walks towards them, Ryan immediately moving towards her, grabbing her and pulling her towards him. Adeline sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck and cozying her face into the crook.

“Are you okay?” He mutters into the side of her head as he pulls back to look at her. Adeline’s lips lift up as she nods.

“Yeah, I’m fine. A little cold though,” ryan chuckles taking in her attire.

“Well besides the coat, I think your outfit is perfect,” Adeline’s head falls back as she laughs.

“Well of course you would,” Ryan smirks pulling her closer again.

“Would someone please tell me, what the fuck is going on?” Rip explains from behind them causing the couple to turn and look at the two men. Lloyd smirks putting his hand of the younger man’s shoulder and looks towards Ryan and Adeline.

“Well you see Rip, it appears that these two love birds have been keeping their relationship a secret,” Rip shakes his head.

“I got that much Lloyd but I mean how long has this been going on for?” Adeline shrugs.

“A couple of months give or take, probably would have been longer if someone would have just made a move,” Ryan scoffs.

“I was trying to figure out how you felt, and hey I have no complaints about you pouncing on me,” Adeline raises her eyebrows.

“I did not pounce of you,” Ryan laughs.

“I vividly remember that it was you who pushed me against the wall,” Lloyd burst out laughing walking towards Adeline giving her a pat on the shoulder.

“Good woman, showing these boys up,” Adeline giggles putting her head on Ryan’s shoulder who is just shaking his head. The couples gaze falls to rip who is just staring at them. Adeline sighs.

“Rip, are you going to say anything?” A few moments pass before Rip simply walks fowards.

“Ryan I want you ready for work in 5 minutes, you’re already late. Adeline, please put some clothes on I don’t want any of them ranch hands looking at you, your father might actually murder someone today,” Adeline just shakes her head, silently laughing at Rip just being Rip.

“And Ryan,” the couple turn and look at him.

“Don’t break her heart, because it won’t be only her dad that would kill you,” and then he is gone. Ryan groans and his head falls back.

“I second that,” Adeline smiles at the older man who puts his hands on her shoulders and kiss her cheek.

“You really know how to bring some entertainment to this place, darling,” Adeline giggles, a smile on her face. Lloyd puts his hand on Ryan’s shoulder and just smirks.

“Good luck,” before walking out.

Letting out a massive sigh, Ryan yanks Adeline to himself, wrapping his arms around her, placing his head into her shoulder. Giggling, Adeline places her hand on his head and kisses it.

“You were shitting it, weren’t you,” Ryan groans.

“You have no idea, I actually thought your dad was going to kill me. My life flashed before my eyes,” Adeline cackles, kissing his shoulder.

“Well I think that you are off of my dad’s radar. I’m pretty sure you have won him over as well,” Ryan removes his head off of her shoulder and looks her in the eyes.

“Really?” She laughs at him, nodding and taking his face in her hands.

“He sees how much you love me, and how happy you make me. And that… that is all that he has ever wanted for me,” Ryan nods, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I promise Addie, that I am going to love you till the day that I die,” she smirks.

“That sound like something you would have in your vows,” Ryan laughs.

“Well someday I am going to make you my wife, but doesn’t mean that I can’t start making those promises now,” Adeline feels tears burning her eyes, one falling down her cheek. Ryan wipes the tears off of her cheeks and smiles at her.

“I love you,” smirking, ryan leans forward and gives her a peck on the lips .

“I love you too,” the two wrap their arms around each other and their lips meet. Ryan’s rough hands move down her body, running over her ass and to her thighs, hoisting her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed them again the wall causing them to both moan. Adeline wraps her fingers into his hair, giving them a slight tug causing him to groan, his head falling back.

“What the hell,” Adeline’s head snaps towards the doors of the stables seeing Colby and Jimmy now standing there.

“Oh for god sakes,” let’s just say, that this was just the start.