#we'd also walked by the pub and some of them were already in there at like 1pm which I've been assured is an important part of the traditio

[regicidal-defenestration]

I think it's not proper folk if you don't nearly crash into someone

[helloalycia]

the king’s ward [one] // morgana pendragon

summary: when you and your brother travel to Camelot to compete in a fighting competition, there's one problem: women can't fight. So, naturally, you convince him to switch places with you whilst you have your chance to fight. And impressing the King's Ward is merely a bonus.

warning/s: mentions of fighting and violence.

author's note: hello! so this was impulse written not long ago when i rewatched merlin bc who doesn't love katie mcgrath? it's inspired by that merlin ep where arthur uses a decoy in his jousting (?) match! and it's kind of like she's the man if you think about it haha, so do enjoy! it's a multi-part imagine :)

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"This is gonna be amazing, Y/B/N," I said with a grin, trying to contain my excitement as we approached the tournament grounds.

"Reign it in," he said lightheartedly, though I knew he was right. I wasn't supposed to be competing, he was, so I had to play the part.

Every year, Camelot held a fighting tournament that anybody could compete in, even those who weren't knights. There were no rules and it was an open competition, however despite nothing explicitly saying women couldn't compete, it was a given. And so every year, I only dreamt of competing so that I could see if I was as good as I hoped. Finally, I came up with the genius idea for my brother, Y/B/N, to pretend to compete whilst I actually did the fighting. It wasn't foolproof, but I was desperate, and he agreed after much convincing.

We'd arrived in Camelot last night, our first ever visit to the kingdom, and were staying in the full to-the-brim tavern in a room above the pub. It wasn't ideal, but it would do the job. The real reason I was here was right before me and I couldn't be more excited.

"Y/B/N Y/L/N?" a voice called, and my brother and I both spun around to see a servant boy approaching. "You're up first. You can use the tent over there to get into your armour, if you have any."

"Thank you," Y/B/N said with a nod before we both headed over to his – AKA mine – tent.

"This is perfect for making the switch," I said with a contained grin, looking around the enclosed space.

"You heard the boy, you're up first," Y/B/N said with a smile, before dropping our bag on the bench. "Let's get you suited up."

He helped me pull my armour over the top of my clothes, a bulky-looking but lightweight set that fit us both and was easy enough for me to manoeuvre in whilst also hiding any distinguishable feminine body parts that could give me away. After that, he handed me my sword and gave me a supportive nod.

"Good luck out there," he said, my helmet in his hand. "You're gonna smash it, sis."

I grinned. "I will indeed. They aren't going to know what's hit them."

He laughed and helped me put on my helmet, the metal covering my whole head except for some slits in the eyes to let me see.

"You ready?" he asked once more, and I gave him a thumbs up, already committing to staying quiet. He patted my back. "Go and win!"

Taking a deep breath, I left the tent and headed to the grounds, the sight of all those people watching only exciting me more. All I'd ever dreamt of was showing people my skills, for them to take me seriously. Not as a woman or a man, but a fighter. And this was my chance, finally. I wasn't going to let it slip by.

"I'm sure you're all excited about the tournament, as am I," the King began to speak, silencing everyone in seconds. "It's going to be a magnificent week of fighting, skill and talent. We shall see who the best fighters of Albion truly are. Starting with our first match of the tournament – Y/B/N Y/L/N versus Henry Wright!"

The crowd erupted into cheers as my opponent and I walked in the centre, our chosen weapons at our side. The King looked down at us both with anticipation, waiting for quiet. And then when he was ready, he raised his hand.

"You may begin," was all he said, and I barely had chance to take a breath before my opponent, Henry, swung first.

His mace, spiked and heavy, almost took my head off if I didn't move in time. The crowd 'ooh'd' as it did and I tried to tune them out, focusing on the fight. I couldn't afford distractions.

As Henry kept moving forward, slashing his mace at me and trying to touch my armour, I dodged effortlessly. Henry may have been strong, but he was slow, and his weapon of choice was particularly terrible. Once he'd worn himself out, it was my turn to take a swing at him, my sword coming down on his gauntlets in a wide arc. Contact was made and he grunted loudly, grossly, and stepped back. I slashed a few more times, to which he was now on the defensive, using his clunky weapon as a barrier. But it didn't faze me as I kept on slashing, trying to back him into the side.

Once he was trapped, I let him take a shot at me, only to roll to the side at the last second and swipe his legs out from beneath him. He hit the ground as quickly as I directed my sword at his neck. Lifting his hands in defeat, I couldn't fight the grin from my lips.

The crowd erupted into cheers, yelling my brother's name, and I lowered my sword before offering out my hand. Henry let me pull him up before letting go bitterly, walking off the grounds. I laughed to myself before looking around me at the crowd, waving a little too cockily. I couldn't help it – I'd won! My first match!

When I turned to face the King, I saw he was clapping in his chair, impressed at my handiwork. Seated beside him was his ward, Morgana, and I'd heard so much of her but never seen her before. I wasn't prepared for her beauty, nor the vibrancy of her green eyes in the sun, even from a distance. And once again, I couldn't help but let my cockiness get the better of me. Between waving, I blew her a kiss, facing her directly in a way that I hoped she knew it was for her. Judging from the way she immediately turned pink in the face, I knew I'd succeeded.

After soaking in the glory a moment longer, I left to return to Y/B/N who was waiting for me in the tent. As soon as he saw me, a grin was on his face.

"Sounds like you gave them a good show," he commented as I rushed to remove my helmet and armour.

"Y/B/N, it was like nothing I've ever experienced," I admitted, still buzzing with adrenaline and excitement. "It was perfect. And you should've seen the way I got the other guy on his butt!"

He chuckled as I helped pull the armour onto him. "I'm sure it was something special. It's a shame I can't watch."

"We can't risk you being caught," I reminded him, before handing my sword and helmet. "Go on. Do your final waves. Don't forget to rub it in their face that I won, yeah?"

He rolled his eyes playfully. "I'm not doing that."

I laughed as he left the tent. My smile was permanent as I stood alone. One round down, several more to go.

"The other guys are pretty rough," Y/B/N said as we hung back to watch the other matches and get a better feel for the competition. "You sure you're up for it?"

"Don't even joke," I said to him with a knowing look. "You know it's all I want. They don't scare me."

He raised his eyebrows. "Hey, I was thinking more about them. They're gonna get smothered and not even know it. You don't wanna give them a chance?"

A smile grew on my lips as I shoved him in the side. "You're so stupid."

He mirrored my smile before paying attention to the fights. We stayed there until the last fight before chatting about what we'd seen by the tents. The crowd was dispersing and the other fighters were talking about getting a drink at the tavern, even inviting my brother to join them. He found it strange, the attention, especially since he knew it wasn't for him. I assured him he had to be a team player and not raise suspicion, but he wasn't impressed.

As we were chatting, I couldn't help but notice a blur of black hair in my peripheral vision, and when I looked, I saw the Lady Morgana walking by with her handmaiden. She spotted my brother and I and, naturally, her attention was on my brother. She flashed him a smile, to which he awkwardly returned, and then began to approach us.

"Er, why is the Lady Morgana coming to talk to us?" Y/B/N asked nervously.

"No idea," I said, though my own smile was tempting to break out as my eyes wandered over her figure. She was seriously stunning.

"Hello there," Morgana spoke when she stopped before us. "It's Y/B/N, right?"

He nodded slowly, before clearing his throat and bowing. "A pleasure to meet you, my lady."

"Please, no need for the formalities," she said with a slight laugh, one that I knew I'd be dreaming of for days. "I just came to say that you put up a good fight this morning. I look forward to seeing your performance throughout the week."

"Thank you, my lady," was all he said, and I almost rolled my eyes at his dense self. Couldn't he see she was interested him?

"And who is this pretty lady?" she continued, and I realised she was speaking to me.

"I'm Y/N, my lady," I introduced myself with a smile. "Y/B/N's twin sister. Not identical, thankfully."

Y/B/N rolled his eyes as Morgana laughed at my joke.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you, Y/N," she said, eyes lingering on mine. "Might I say, you have a very talented brother."

I hummed in agreement, biting my tongue and trying not to laugh. Talented... I'd take it.

"I should be going, but have a good evening, both of you," Morgana finished, glancing between us before leaving.

"Y/N, what did you do? Why is she suddenly interested?" Y/B/N asked as I watched her walk away, entranced.

"Nothing," I reassured him, before tearing my gaze from Morgana and looking to Y/B/N. "What? I didn't do anything!"

He rolled his eyes and shoved me before walking away. I bit my lip to contain a grin and skipped after him. I was beginning to like it here.

The next fight was soon upon me and it was safe to say that I was nailing it. My opponent was supposed to be a challenge, but I could swear it was only getting easier. He was over six feet tall and towering over me. Compared to me AKA Y/B/N, he was huge. Luckily for me, height wasn't an issue as my brother and I were close enough in height, a solid five foot eight and nine respectively, so it wouldn't give us away.

The fight was over in minutes, with me landing a winning blow to my clown of an opponent, right in the gut. As soon as he was down, the crowd were up and out of their seats, cheering me on. The intensity of their cheering surprised me at first, as I didn't realise they loved me so much. It took them longer to calm down, and a few flowers were thrown from the stands, making me grin as I waved at them. When I looked to the King, he was surprisingly smiling as he clapped his leather-gloved hands heavily. Morgana was stood up beside him, clapping with the crowd, and I couldn't stop myself.

Without thinking, I picked up a flower from the ground, dusted it off on my armour and threw it up to her. I was relieved when it landed at her feet, worried I'd missed, and she seemed surprised as she picked it up. When she looked at me, I bowed respectfully, making the crowd cheer even louder, and I tried to pretend I couldn't see King Uther losing his smile as he looked at me with suspicion. Oops?

I jogged back to the tent, feeling lightweight and overwhelmingly happy. Y/B/N clapped me on the back in congratulations before we exchanged gear and he headed back out to reveal his face, waving once more.

After he soaked in the glory for a little longer, I packed up our things and we left the tent to get some water. A few knights, to our surprise, approached us and began chatting to Y/B/N about his technique. He played along perfectly, since he was a decent fighter himself, and I merely watched as they spoke of my moves and skill, grinning to myself. Clearly I was doing better than I thought if the knights of Camelot were complimenting me.

"Hey, Y/B/N," a voice called from behind, and we both turned to see a flirtatiously-smiling Morgana walking past. She nodded at my brother, saying, "The flower was cute."

Poor Y/B/N was clueless. "The flower?"

Morgana laughed, thinking he was joking, and left. I suppressed a smile as we both turned to the knights. One of them gave Y/B/N a knowing look.

"Bold move giving the King's ward a flower right in front of the King himself," they said with a snicker, before leaving.

Y/B/N blinked and began to turn to me. "I did what?"

I smiled sheepishly. "What? She was impressed by my skill! How could I resist?"

"Y/N!"

"Look, she's pretty and she deserved it, okay?" I said nonchalantly. "It's no biggie."

He facepalmed and I could tell he was already regretting changing places with me.

Later that same evening, Y/B/N and I were making the most of the training grounds that Prince Arthur was letting the contestants use for the week. To everyone else, I was merely practicing with him, but to us, he was actually helping me practice. 

For the third time in five minutes, I knocked Y/B/N on his butt and laughed at the expression on his face.

"C'mon, at least give me some sort of challenge," I teased, holding out my hand for him.

He let me help him up as he gave me a knowing look. "Don't be too good or people will suspect."

I scoffed. "Nobody will think twice about me."

"Oh yeah, because you're so inconspicuous dressed like that," he said sarcastically.

I ignored him, though I knew he was only looking out for me. Ladies wore frocks and dresses, not pants and shirts. But I didn't like to be restricted – why was that such a bad thing? I hated that I had to put myself in a box just to make others feel comfortable. It wasn't fair.

"Are you ready?" I asked, readying my sword.

He nodded and did the same before coming at me without warning. I held my own well enough, even with him giving his all, and with the utmost satisfaction, I managed to land him on his butt yet again. He narrowed his eyes at me and I began to laugh before pissing him off that little bit more by twiddling the hilt of my sword on my forefinger in the air, watching it spin before catching it. It was a silly little celebratory move I liked to do, one that Y/B/N hated because it usually meant I had beaten him.

Grumbling to himself, Y/B/N helped himself stand up as I watched on with amusement.

"Impressive."

Surprised, I turned around and definitely didn't expect to see the Lady Morgana approaching us.

"You're almost as good as your brother," she commented, looking at me.

Smile fading slightly, I tried not to draw anymore attention to myself. "Something like that."

She lifted a brow curiously. "It's a shame you couldn't compete. You're better than half the men in this competition."

"It's just how it is, my lady. The King's rules," I said, though I was secretly smiling because she thought I was good. As me, the real me, not my brother.

"If it were up to me, I'd have loved to watch you fight," she said, making me smile to myself. I risked glancing at her and saw she was watching me with her own smile, before looking to my brother.

"Good luck tomorrow," she said to him considerately.

"Thank you, my lady," Y/B/N said, bowing.

She nodded her head at him before catching my staring, offering a smile, then leaving.

"Gosh, she's so pretty," I said, unable to look away from her.

"Not here, not now," Y/B/N said in a warning tone before slapping me on the back.

"I'm gonna win just to see her smile," I decided, finally looking away from her retreating figure.

Y/B/N rolled his eyes, shaking his head with disbelief. I raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"Another round?"

"No way," he said immediately, making me laugh as I watched him walk away.

"Like you always do," I whispered to myself as I stood face to face with my next opponent. "Come on."

My opponent carried a sword and shield and was very good with both, as I'd seen him using it these past few days. Probably the first real challenge I had, I was a little nervous, but one look at my sword reminded me why I was here and what I was capable of. I wasn't going to let this man throw me off.

As we fought, I quickly realised he wasn't going to tire out easily. As quick as he was skilful, he dodged all of my slashes, blocked all of my stabs and avoided all of my feigned shots. He was too good, keeping me on my toes. I was growing tired as the minutes dragged on and he knew this, using it as his opportunity to slam his shield against me, knocking me back. I tuned out the audience's reactions, shaking my head to get back into it.

I let him believe he was going in for a strike before rolling out the way and slashing the back of his legs. He groaned as he spun around, blocking my next hit. This seemed to piss him off as he came at me quick and hard, striking every second and driving me further and further backwards. One sturdy hit with his shield and I was on my back. Just as he tried to strike me, I rolled out the way and stood up, putting some distance between us.

Collecting myself, I saw that he pulled his shield over him once more and knew I needed to use that to my advantage. He wasn't going to let it go, no matter how hard I hit it. And I was already growing tired, my body battered and bruised, my energy depleting. If he kept going like this, he'd surely win. And I couldn't let him.

A stupid idea came to my head and I figured it was worth a shot if I was already losing. Why not?

Running directly at my opponent, I watched as he tucked in, shield up and ready to block my hit. Just when he was about to shove it towards me, I used the momentum to jump on it, over his head and hitting the ground, just about. I was so shocked it worked that I almost forgot to use his own surprise to my advantage. Without wasting a second, I spun around and smacked the hilt of my sword at the back of his head, knocking him to the ground. Worried I'd hit him too hard, I kneeled down to listen in.

When he let out a breath, I sighed with relief and stood up, eyes closing for a moment. Then the stands shook as everyone stood up, cheering and yelling and clapping, and I opened my eyes with a smile. As I waved my sword hand in the air, bowing, the cheering only intensified and I couldn't stop grinning. Admittedly, the thrill of it all got to my head and I began to show off, waving to the crowd on all sides. Just because I could, I twiddled my sword on the tip of my gloved forefinger in the air and threw it up before catching it by the hilt. The crowd seemed to love it and a grin was permanently fixed on my face as I left the grounds to return to my tent.

"That's the loudest I've ever heard them," Y/B/N said as soon as he saw me. "What did you do?"

"Whatever I could," I said between a laugh, before pulling off my helmet. "Get me out of this, I'm so hot."

He chuckled and helped me out of it, and I helped him into it as usual. Giving him his sword and helmet, I sent him off before taking a deep breath and drinking lots of water. My body was aching and there were definitely bruises all along my legs and chest, but I didn't care because that was insane. How the hell did I manage that?! Whatever it was, it was incredible and I couldn't wait to do it again in my next fight.

Y/B/N returned after soaking in the glory, pulling off the armour and ready to help me pack it all away, but to both of our surprises, Prince Arthur walked in the tent.

"Hello," he greeted awkwardly, before looking to Y/B/N. "You fought excellently today. I wanted to ask if you'd have a word with me outside."

I hid my smile as my brother nodded, exchanging glances with me before following after the prince. Prince Arthur was impressed by me? No way. There was no way! I'd have to fight him soon enough, since he was also competing, but who cared? He was impressed!

I tried to contain my excitement as I went about packing away my armour, stuck in my own daydream land. So much, in fact, that I didn't hear anybody enter the tent behind me.

"It's you!"

I nearly jumped out of my skin when a familiar voice came out of nowhere. Spinning around, I was surprised to see the Lady Morgana standing there with a shocked smile on her face.

"Huh?"

She licked her lips, stepping fully inside the tent and glancing behind her, before looking to me. Lowering her voice, she said, "It's you. The fighting out there. It's not your brother, it's you."

When I finally managed to stop getting distracted by her pretty smile and listened to what she was saying, my own smile faded.

Swallowing hard, I played dumb. "What? That's crazy."

I tried to busy myself with packing my bag whilst also panicking inside, but she kept going with it.

"The sword trick at the end," she stated with confidence. "Where you twirl it on your finger. You did the same thing when you beat your brother yesterday. It's you, isn't?"

I closed my eyes, cursing myself at my stupidity. The damned sword trick. Why did I have to let my cockiness get the better of me?

"Maybe," I admitted, turning to face her, and she smiled to herself.

"I bloody knew it! Well– okay, maybe I didn't, but it makes sense," she said. "Your brother acts like a completely different person out on the grounds compared to when he's literally anywhere else. Because it's not him."

I stayed quiet, both embarrassed that I'd been caught out and nervous to what it meant for me.

"Wait," she realised, pausing, and I could practically see her brain working everything out. Green eyes met mine as she asked, "The flower. Blowing me the kiss. That was... that was you?"

If only the earth could swallow me up there and then.

"I was committing to the role...?" I said dumbly, making me her chuckle. Beginning to panic even more now, I said, "Look, if I'm in trouble, please don't punish Y/B/N. He didn't even want to do this, but I made him. It was the only way I could compete. I just wanted to see how far I could get."

She furrowed her brows, a confused smile on her face. "Y/N, you're not in trouble."

I blinked, taken aback. "I'm not in... huh?"

"I won't tell a soul," she promised, expression softening. "Keep doing what you're doing. You've single-handedly impressed every member of the court, all the knights, the prince and the King himself. You're amazing, Y/N."

At her words, I began to smile, feeling a sense of pride take over. "Why are you doing this?"

She shrugged, playing coy. "Maybe it's women sticking together. Maybe it's because I enjoy watching you fight. Or maybe I don't want to see you getting punished for being such a good fighter."

I sighed quietly, a sense of relief spreading through me. "Whatever it is, thank you, my lady. Truly."

"It's Morgana," she corrected, eyes flickering between mine.

I pursed my lips to stop my smile from widening, and then she stepped forward and kissed my cheek, making me freeze at the contact.

"And thank you for the flower," she whispered in my ear, before stepping back.

My mouth went dry as I watched her red lips curled into a smile before she left the tent. I was certain I was as red as her lipstick, my heart racing in my chest. A grin soon formed on my lips and I couldn't stop.

Moments later, Y/B/N returned and seemed surprised with his chat with Prince Arthur, but I was too distracted thinking about Morgana, my cheek still tingling from her touch.

"The prince wanted to personally congratulate me on my progress thus far," Y/B/N shared. "He hopes to see me make it to the finals so he can see what I'm all about up close."

His words went in one ear and out the other. Did Morgana always smell of jasmine, I wondered?

"Seriously? I thought you'd be dying to know more," Y/B/N said with suspicion.

"What?" I finally tuned back in, kind of. "Yeah, that's great, Y/B/N."

He studied me curiously. "I just saw the Lady Morgana leave here. What did she want?"

"Huh?" I asked, half listening.

"Y/N!" he said, startling me.

Finally, his words settled and I answered, "She just wanted to compliment how great you did today."

"How kind," he said, not believing me.

I couldn't tell him that she actually knew the truth – he'd get cold feet and back out of the competition, and then I'd never get to prove myself. Besides, Morgana said she wouldn't tell anyone, so we were still good to go. What Y/B/N didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Wait," I said, finally acknowledging what he said earlier. "What did Prince Arthur say about me?"

Y/B/N groaned dramatically and grabbed the bag of armour, ignoring me. I was forced to chase after him, doing his head in about everything the prince said.

[alarrytale]

No disrespect but how was Haylor worse than Holivia? Haylor only lasted two months; Holivia was two long years of hell and making out in public.

Hi anon!

It's okay! It's apparent to me you weren't here during Haylor since your're asking this, so let me explain.

I guess it depends on WHO haylor was worse for than holivia. But to me haylor was worse for both fans, harry and louis than holivia ever was. So it's not even a competition. Haylor was way worse.

Haylor was an uneven playing field. She was the bigger star, she had agency and she was the main driving force of making the stunt happen. She had plenty of high publicity pr relationships behind her (she was already a veteran). Harry less so. Holivia was more an even playing field in all ways.

Harry was only 18 and she was 22. That's a big age difference at that age. Holiva had age difference too but Harry was older and more experienced with pr relationships.

Haylor couldn’t stand each other from day one (for several reasons). Holivia got along fine (until she starting airing dirty laundry and harry soured).

Harry looked dead, tired and pale, sad and very uncomfortable at every haylor outing. T looked smug, smiling to the cameras and was awful to him bts for his lack of participation (just read the blinds and fan stories about it, it's not good...) Harry looked fine during holivia (until the last outings).

Harry had to kiss her at midnight at new years eve, smack dab in the middle of the crowds at times square. Watching the video she drags him, and sternly tells him what to do. Harry looked so sad and like he was just finished with a round of crying minutes before. Holivia kissed, but at least they pretended to be private about it. And harry wasn't crying.

Harry got physically hurt during stunting (snowmobile accident). He's still got the scar from it. Us fans were furious, and he'll always have that 'battle scar' from it. Holivia didn’t cause anyone any physical harm.

Harry had to do a 'walk of shame' from her hotel with a toilet bag. They really flaunted it in a way that the fandom didn’t accept at all. It enforced his womaniser image that the fandom so actively tried to dispel for him. The image rehab the fandom tried to do on his behalf was all for nothing.

Haylor had his family actively participating (not just on social media). Like 'meet the parents', joining them at the pub, hugging her etc. They had to help him sell it and be a comfort goat to him on dates. She visited him at home (feeding ducks in Warrington). Holivia never did interfere with his private life like that.

Louis. He looked devastated during the entire time. He looked sad, depressed and constantly on the verge of crying. He had to stunt himself, and even E looked worried about him. Just look at the pics of him at the time (where he is carrying the giant lion) and his sassy 'they're good friends (if that...)' comment. Compare that to the pap pics of him when they 'broke up'. It was the first smile we'd seen on Louis face in a month. It was a really dark time for him. Holivia, i'm sure, didn’t bother Louis. (except for him saying ted lasso is shit lol).

T played the victim (again) when they broke up and got an entire album out of it. Harry took the brunt of it of course. He got attention (as did 1D in extention), and people are still talking about the stunt till this very day, so we still have to suffer through it. Give it some time and holivia will be soon be forgotten (as the public did with DWD lol).

And last but not least, the fans. We were so upset looking at the absolute misery of H and L during haylor, while having to deal with T's smug face, empathyless and manipulative ways. I will never ever forget that time. We were genuinely concerned for their wellbeing. It was fandoms first 'big' stunt (first cut is the deepest). I will never forget how powerless we felt and how horrible the haylors were towards larries. Remember this was also just months after Louis's BS tweet so the fandom was unstable and fractioning. The larrie hate (from every corner) exploded. Haylor exacerbated everything and made fandom so much worse off. Holivia didn’t change fandom dynamics at all. It was just a source of irritation and insulting to our intelligence. Yes, it lasted longer than haylor did, but the impact on fandom and H and L was wayyy less than Haylor.

Tldr; Haylor was way worse than Holivia ever was.

[penwieldingdreamer]

Falling for you

The second installment of my drabble series. Let me know what you think about it. A big thank you again to @fortheloveoffanfic for being my beta 💗 Happy reading everyone

Also here are the songs played at the pub:

Bean Pháidín , Tell me Ma-Gaelic Storm , Galway Girl - Fiddler's Green

Summary: A few weeks later finds the reader in all kinds of embarrassing situations - mostly tripping over stuff or falling over people - right in front of Lee

Warnings: none, besides fluff, clumsiness and a little tinge of jealousy

Words: 2231

Another day on the set of the second installment of the Hobbit series and already you felt like the clumsiest of all people on set. Either you’d slip, trip or let stuff fall to the ground. But it wasn’t random, it only happened whenever you were around Lee or in his close proximity.

James and Martin had made fun of the fact that it would only happen with the tall actor, but you waved them off and of course Benedict chimed into the scheme.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re falling for the King, luv.” he said one time while the four of you had been granted a break from filming. “You make a fool out of yourself because there’s that one person that makes your heart skip a beat.”

Angrily shuffling your food around the plate, you glared at the British actor. “Well thank you for the vote of confidence. If you hadn’t said it I wouldn’t have known I was such a joke on set.”

“What Ben means to say, dear,” James started, putting his hand on your arm. “is, that when you feel something for another person you get clumsy, do crazy things or fall all over yourself because you can’t concentrate around them. All three of us went through that when we met the women we knew would one day be our wives. It has nothing to do with you being bad at your work, the opposite, actually.”

Reluctantly you nodded your head, feeling like you just made a fool out of yourself again in front of those that were your friends. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’ve never been like that before and I fear if this happens more Pete will get tired of me messing up. I don’t want to lose this job.”

“You won’t,” Martin said with so much conviction, you couldn’t help but give him a small, teary smile. “Peter isn’t like that. He values your work as part of the crew and how you bring up new ideas or possible changes. Now if you were to set the whole place on fire that would be another case.”

Ben and James laughed softly and you couldn’t help the giggle escaping your lips when you listened to him. You were very lucky to have friends like them or you’d probably would have resigned after the first incident. “Thank you, you have no idea how much I needed this.” you said sending them a grateful smile. "But now I got to head back to work. The king on his throne is waiting for me."

All three laughed before Martin called after you. "Be careful up there and if you fall, fall in his lap, that's a lot more comfortable than the ground." he joked when you had turned back to the three actors but waved him off with your own middle finger. You knew he had a knack for putting his fingers up for the camera when he shouldn't and you were sure there were some scenes he snuck his middle finger in, just like he always did.

A chorus of laughter followed as you righted your work bag and made your way back to the set with Thranduil's throne.

Orlando stood underneath it, grinning up at Lee dressed up as the Elvenking and waited his turn. "Looking good, dad." he called with a chuckle and you could see the tall actor grin.

"Thank you, son. I feel very good up here." he answered leaning back on the chair, trying to fix his robes and wig as best as he could while a few strands were hanging in the branches of his crown.

Peter saw you emerging from the mass and called you over. "Ah, Y/N, good that you're here. Lee's just had a bit of a stumble up the stairs but we'll be doing a few headshots of him and well, you see the mess."

"Sure, I'll get right on it." you told him, taking a deep breath and steeling yourself so you'd be as relaxed as possible while working on fixing the actor. When he saw you approaching, Lee stood up and made to walk down, but you halted him with a motion of your hand. "Stay, I'm coming up so there's no repeat of that."

He stayed standing, watching you make your way up the stairs. Thank God there were handrails just in case. "If you insist

I could have come down, didn't want you to fall to your doom, dear mortal."

"Charms get you everywhere, huh?" you asked him with a grin as you ascended to the Weta built throne, pointing to the seat so he would sit back down again, keeping his long legs tugged to chair so you could start your work on his hair.

"So far it worked out rather well, I think." He told you, smiling as you gently pulled a strand away from the branch of his crown.

You couldn't help the small smile forming on your face as you listened to his jokes while you freed the last of his hair and righted his crown. A final touch of powder over his nose and you were finished. "Now, you're all done and you're looking regal again." You packed up your bag and turned to descend the stairs when you lost your footing and if it hadn't been for Lee's swift reaction, you would have tumbled down.

Short puffs of breath were leaving your mouth when you held on tightly to his shoulders, his arms circling your waist as you had fallen into his lap with that move. "Hello there." he whispered, watching your shocked face, eyes blown wide with fear. "You okay?"

Biting your lip, you couldn't help but enjoy the feel of his hands on your hip, the warmth spreading through your clothes. "I-I'm sorry, I, the stairs…I guess…missed steps." you brokenly mumbled, apparently having forgotten how to talk when you looked into his blue eyes. The contact lenses only intensified his gaze.

"Yeah, they're dangerous." Lee agreed, his head leaning closer, the rest of the world around you forgotten.

Yet before he could close the gap, Peter interrupted you with a loud whistle. "If you two turtledoves are ready, we'd like to continue." he called out to you with a chuckle. Of course everyone had seen that and you already felt the heat of your blush rising all over your body.

Carefully, yet hastily you scrambled off of Lee's lap and made your way down the stairs and to the back of the set. You would have loved for the ground to swallow you up when Benedict had come over and grinned at you.

"So, I don’t think you will tell me what that up there was.” he said matter of fact, knowing you wouldn’t even be able to describe it.

“Nope,” you said, eyeing the actor and PJ going over the next scenes with a dummy. “I’d rather leave it like it is. This is just too embarrassing."

He put his arm around your shoulders pulling you close. Martin was just walking around the corner having seen the whole thing and he instantly knew you'd be shutting down, only doing your work and nothing more, keeping your distance from Lee. The Brit found the eyes of his friend and co-Sherlock-actor, nodding once, then twice. They were your friends and could see that the sparks between their fellow actor and you were there, now they only needed to kindle the fire.

"Oh, this is wonderful." you gushed, looking around the Irish pub everyone decided to visit at the eve of their day off. "It's been too long since I had so much fun besides being on set."

Already the ciders and beers and whisky were flowing and everyone was laughing and singing with the band that played that night. James had decided to take a row of tables next to the musicians so the cast and crew that wanted to go there would fit into the seats.

"You all deserve a time off after the amazing work you did." Peter said, raising his pint of Guinness for a toast. You all followed suit, calling out a shout of "Hear, hear."

Laughing and listening to all the stories everyone was telling about their time on set, you enjoyed the feeling of warmth that spread through you. Not because of the alcohol but because of your family away from home.

"Are you enjoying the music?" James asked after a short while, himself listening to the tunes and words from his home country.

Nodding your head, you clapped your hands to the rhythm and smiled as a few people started to dance to the songs you couldn't understand the lyrics to. “What is she singing about?” you asked him, leaning in so he could understand the words with the louder music.

"It’s a really old Irish song, dating back hundreds of years in Ireland. This is one of the funny old Irish songs that is sung by a woman, and she sings about another woman." the Irish actor tried to explain over the loud music. "Back in the day women would get together and sing this song about the woman in town that was married to the man that they all wanted to be married to. ‘It’s a pity that I’m not Phaidin’s wife,’ and this woman who’s married to him, they hate her, and as the verses go on, they talk about what they’d like to do to her, like they want to break her legs and get rid of her and do anything to be this man’s wife. It’s a fun song. Irish music is like that. When you translate the words, sometimes it’s like gruesome and dark, but they’re meant in a lighthearted way."

You were always blown away by the way such a story could be shown in a nice tune. "The music is so lively, you'd never guess it's such a sad and dark story behind it."

"That's just the way the Irish are." James grinned at you before another song was starting.

"For our next song we'd love for you guys to get up, dance some more and just have fun." the female singer announced and waved to all patrons in the pub. The violin, banjo and drum began to play the first chords before the singer joined in. "Tell me ma when I go home, the boys won't leave the girls alone."

Benedict and James smiled at you, holding their hand out and pulled you from your seat and onto the provided dance floor where others had already started twirling around. "Let's dance and have some fun." the Brit said, giving you a twirl.

You couldn't help the smile that found its way on your lips as you danced around with the two actors, unbeknownst of the dark blue eyes following your moves. The dance was exhilarating and both James and Ben led you through the steps, jumping and twirling with other patrons until you were out of breath and another song was over.

When you came back to get something to drink you saw one of the seats being vacant. Lee was missing from the group of merry friends and you leaned over to Orlando, who had been sitting besides him. "Where did your dad disappear to?" you asked him, mirth coloring your words as you took a large sip of your drink.

He turned to you and smiled, patting the seat next to him, so you didn't have to stand. You were grateful for that with your feet aching from all the dancing you did with his fellow actors. "He said he needed to get back to the hotel, his flight back to the States is taking off early." Orlando said and your face must have shown your confusion as you didn't know Lee was needed back in America. "Shooting for Guardians of the Galaxy is starting in a few days and he wanted to get back earlier so he arranged it in the last few days. Peter knew about it, I'm surprised he didn't tell you."

"Oh, no, I really didn't know and Lee hadn't mentioned anything before." the disappointment colored your words and you sank back down in your seat. You couldn't help the feeling that it was something that recently happened and especially something you did or he would have been open enough to talk to you.

The British actor patted your leg and grinned. "Don't worry, he'll be back before you know it. Once he's done with that movie Lee's going to annoy us again with his dad jokes."

Nodding your head, you tried to feel confident, but still you didn't know why he didn't at least wait until you were back at the table to say his goodbyes. No he just left without so much as a word. Of course you were only there doing his make - up and hair but you had hoped that in the time you worked together you at least had become friends. Giving the dark haired actor a small smile you made your way back to your corner seat, staring off into space and trying not to get too drunk on your cider while thinking about why not even Peter had bothered to tell you his Elvenking was leaving the set sooner than planned.

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roy keeley anon again ! howdy ! i was curious how you think roy would really put on weight and how he’d react to gaining any in the first place ? i think there’s honestly a good variety of ways he could respond and it’s an interesting thought to explore :]

ah yes!! before s2 i would have said he might ease into it? or it might happen accidentally? and maybe that's the case for like, during s2. he starts letting himself have things he couldn't eat much of while he was playing -- fish and chips at the pub, a regular non-lite beer with dinner. he learns to cook by watching Nigella* and starts eating more of what he makes because fuck it, it's good. sometimes he makes something with the intention of sharing it with Keeley when she gets home and but it comes out so good that he eats it all himself and needs to come up with a plan b for dinner. (Keeley like "i thought you said we were having some kind of linguine thing, babe?" and Roy like "... change of plans, didn't want to deal with fucking clams, we're having takeaway" as he subtly palms his full belly.)

i feel like in that case, he'd start gaining a little belly first, his abs softening into fat and laying a nice little foundation for a starter gut as he lets himself enjoy more and more non-diet foods. it would prob be an adjustment at first, because he's had to be hyperaware of his body for his entire career and it's a bit of a shock to find that he's ... softening. it's new and frustrating that his pants won't button or that it's a little harder to zip his leather jacket than it used to be. but he's clearly embracing new foods and an APPRECIATION of food, so i don't think he would get super angsty about it in the long run? like maybe for a little, but i think he'd warm up to it soon, especially if Keeley's into it! like her kink for him being emotionally open and vulnerable -- initially he's not comfortable being seen that way but when she reassures him that that awareness and openness is super hot, he can reframe it for himself and embrace it. and i think something similar would happen here, where at first he's uncomfy because his body is different than what he's always needed it to be and he doesn't want people to think that he's getting lazy or letting himself go, they already thought he was slow when he was in shape for christ's sake! but I think having Keeley there to provide a positive perspective and encouragement would really help him get comfy with it and start defending it if anyone got on him about it. he EARNED this belly, damn it!!

but also, by the end of s2 he's apparently ready to just GORGE HIMSELF ON TAPAS, so maybe he's more ready for it or into it than we'd think. maybe Roy has enough confidence in his body and himself not to be super bothered by what other people think and damn it, he's ready to enjoy himself. treating himself to whatever he wants whenever he wants and getting his new clothes tailored to fit him well. delighting in ordering a bigger ice cream when he takes Phoebe out and not doing the mental calculations of how many drills it'll take to work it off. letting Keeley take him out to posh restaurants and even though the menus are fucking stupid and the portions are criminally small, he lets her buy him a ton of small plates and gluts himself on overpriced boutique food for her. (well -- for them both, honestly. it's not like he doesn't enjoy it, too. he likes feeling overfull and totally sated as much as he likes feeling lithe and pantherlike in the way he moves. they get a table in the back because Roy doesn't like being ogled, he prefers his privacy thank you very much, but Keeley does get off a liiiiiiittle on how that table in the back allows them to walk past the whole restaurant on their way out, her arm braced around Roy's round, bloated belly, and lets everyone see how well she's keeping him fed. she doesn't necessarily share that turn-on with Roy but that back table does work for both of them. Roy in the back of a cab, popping the button on his jeans and stifling burps while Keeley tries to rub his belly discreetly enough that they don't end up on the front page of the The Sun bc she knows Roy will haaaaate that.)

(* have we all read If Nigella Lawson Was Your Girlfriend from the Toast [RIP]? if not, feast your eyes, it's incredible.)

thank you anon!! 😎

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Oh daddy.

Summary: You discover something new about John...and he likes it.

Warnings: SMUT! SMUT! There's a lot happening here sonill cover the basics- daddy kink, spanking, dirty talk, some Dom!Deacon, oral, swearing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) there's fluff though and some humour. Please do not read if you're under 18!

A/N: a request from the lovely @princessleiaqueen (sorry it's a bit late!) I tried to make it funny too as well as smutty and I hope it's what you wanted! Enjoy! 💖

John tiredly groaned into your shoulder when he stirred awake one morning. In his eyes, you were always the sweetest sight to see first thing in the morning and the best thing to look at before he shut his eyes last thing at night. "Morning," you sleepily groaned and pressed your back into his chest.

"Morning, lovely," John kissed the exposed skin on the back of your neck before moving down your shoulders, trying to manoeuvre around your pyjamas. He was in a very good mood. You turned around with a sleepy smile. "You're gorgeous," he let his lips mould perfectly against yours. He was starting something he didn't want to stop.

That was until you both heard hysterical screaming "Give me back my hairbrush!"

"Then admit you took the toy from the cereal box!"

You both deeply sighed "They're up."

You chuckled and tapped his slightly stubbly cheek "Well that's what you get for becoming a daddy." You went to move but John kept his arm wrapped around you.

"What?"

You raised a brow "I said that's what you get for becoming a daddy."

John's brow furrowed ever so slightly, his lips quirking into a curious smile. "They don't call me that." He said. "They never have...only you've called me that. Right now." His tone suddenly changed and he slowly got on top of you. "Say it again."

"Daddy...?" John feverishly kissed you, his hands roaming the length of your body before landing on your ass and giving it a harsh squeeze. "Christ, John," you breathily murmured when his lips traveled down your neck. "Don't tell me after all these years you've been hiding a daddy kink from me."

John groaned and slowly began grind his hips, you could feel his hard length brush against your thigh. "Just keep calling me that." His hands moved and cupped your face as you brought your leg up and wrapped it around John's lower waist.

The door to your room suddenly burst open and you and John broke apart. Your two youngest children came in and threw themselves on the bed and on top of you and John, earning a pained groan from both of you. They laughed as the both of you lifted them up and off the bed. "Oh morning! Morning! Morning!" You cooed and sat up in bed. You could hear the other three scampering around getting ready for school.

"Mum what's wrong?" Your youngest daughter asked.

"Oh nothing, sweetie! Nothing!" You assured and got up, leaving John in bed.

"But you look-"

You abruptly cut them off. "I'm fine!" You began pushing them out the bedroom and tried to not look so flustered by fanning your red cheeks. "Let's get breakfast sorted and I'll organise your lunches." John lazily grinned, he was lucky to have you. From the moment he saw you singing in the crowd back when he had first joined Queen, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. You got married a few years later and right before he went on tour, you surprised him with the news that you were expecting your first child together. Then, before either of you knew it, there were five kids running ragged around you. Creating 'art' on the walls with crayons and John being subject to makeovers with bright blue eyeshadow and permanent marker eyebrows when the pen was mistaken for a brow pencil. John had those 'eyebrows' for a week. You both slid into domestic life effortlessly- but that also meant that the two of you focused most of your time on the children and less on yourselves.

The spontaneous date nights slowly came to a stop, so did the steamy shagging sessions that often came with them. But you both knew you loved each other unconditionally, but John wanted more time to show you. Especially now that he had found a newfound fire within him when you called him...that.

He got up and got changed and made his way into the kitchen, the kids were making a mess with jammy toast and cereal- three different types of cereal because the five of them were so indecisive and picky. They didn't like the cereal you and John ate- they called it old people's cereal. When they did, you had never seen John get so defensive about cornflakes before. No, they preferred the types that were more sugar than cereal. John popped in and out of the kitchen, grabbing a piece of toast on the way before going to the door to get the paper that was always crammed into the letterbox each morning. "Okay, dad's going to take you to school, gran is picking you up afterwards for a sleepover- be good!" You warned with a small grin and they all sneakily grinned back at you. "Don't!" You warned, pointing a finger just before they started a food fight in the kitchen. Again. John returned and sat down at the breakfast bar, downing a mouthful of tea that was sitting waiting for him. "John, watch your time," you squeezed his shoulder as you walked passed to go to the bedroom and get ready. "Kids- teeth!" You yelled out and they all groaned, brushing their teeth was a chore to them. John silently chuckled seeing them all drag themselves to the bathroom while he sat and finished off his breakfast. You returned to the kitchen and began to clear away some of the dishes- that was until John grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him.

"We'd have five minutes if we're quick," he winked with a boyish grin on his face.

You let out a loud laugh "Tempting, Mr Deacon, tempting." You pecked his lips "But we have about five seconds before-" you were cut off by a stampede of feet coming down the stairs. "Told you." You smugly smirked and pulled away to give everyone their lunches and give them pecks on their temples. "Remember- Kids are going their grans for a movie night and a sleepover today so you won't need to pick them up." You told John who nodded. You turned to all the kids "Bye bye, have a good day! Learn lots!" You cooed and John stood up grabbing his car keys "Bye, love."

John lovingly and longingly kissed you "Bye sexy," he purred and you playfully rolled your eyes. You quietly laughed hearing John loudly groan in the hall "Get off my leg! No- No! Don't throw that! Just get in the car!" You waved at them through the window. The house seemed so empty without them all.

You were thankful you and John were going to get some time alone tonight. Especially after finding out about his little secret. You grinned to yourself and bit down on your lip before heading upstairs to your office. You were a columnist for a magazine and when you had the kids, you found that it was easier working from home. You spent most of the day cooped up in your office typing away, John would be at the studio most of the day and you'd make a nice dinner for the two of you before he got home. Your lips twitched upwards when your eyes caught on to the photo frames on your desk. One was of the seven of you on holiday- you remembered how hectic it was trying to wrangle all the kids through the airport. It was so bad you and John convinced yourselves that you wouldn't do it again...until you all decided to go to Disneyland a year later.

There was another frame, it was pretty old and the photo inside was starting to fade ever so slightly. It was a picture of you and John after he had just finished a set at a pub. Freddie had taken the photo of the two of you laughing at something John had said. Your wide smiles and loving gazes captured forever. You picked it up and traced your finger over the glass before realising what the time was so you put it back and made a start on dinner. John was hit with a mix of amazing smells coming from the kitchen when he stepped through the door. For a moment he wondered if he was in the right house- it was rare having none of the kids running up and down the hall or screaming at one another.

He walked through to the kitchen and smiled to himself seeing you stir a pot and take a sip of tea while you did. "There's my favourite milf."

You spat out your tea into the sink beside you and began violently choking on the remains in your throat. You did not expect John to come in and greet you like that. "What?!" You started laughing and wiped the tea off your mouth. "Did Roger teach you that word? Because you shouldn't listen if Roger is trying to teach you something." You were still in a state of shock but managed to smile. "In fact- 'Roger' and 'teach' shouldn't even be in the same sentence now that I think about it."

John shook his head and sauntered towards you "He didn't teach me, I knew it."

You blinked and shook your head a little, turning back to stir the pot. "Why are you calling me that? Do you know what that means, sweetie?" You glanced over your shoulder and raised a brow before returning your attention to the pot in front of you.

John placed his hands on your hips to steady you while he kissed your cheek from behind. You jumped a little at the contact, his lips were dangerously close to your ear and you could almost feel his mouth touch your skin, his breath was giving you goosebumps. "Can I fuck you?" He roughly asked and bit down on your earlobe.

You swallowed tightly, not quite being subdued by him yet. "I'm making dinner."

"Can I fuck you while you make dinner?"

You smirked and let out a small snort of laughter out. "I think that would be hard."

John rolled his hips against you "Not as hard as me." You let out a small gasp and gripped onto the work surface feeling his already hard length.

You let out a breath of a laugh "You better be careful or you're end up with another one..." you warned.

"We could have six..." he started kissing your neck and your head fell back so John took the opportunity to move his hands forward and cup your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Not a chance," you couldn't help but moan out. "My vagina is retired from that."

John stopped kissing you and turned you round to face him. "Retired from having me?"

You playfully narrowed your eyes "Never you, John."

He ran his hands up and down your sides, making your top rise a little "Could never get enough of my favourite milf."

You burst out laughing in his face and he giggled "Please stop calling me that because if you say it again I might just pee myself laughing!"

John grinned and pecked your lips a few times before pulling back ever so slightly, his nose pressed against yours and his eyes were darker than the night sky. "Well would I rather call you...baby girl?" His voice was so low he was practically growling. His eyes flickered down to your thighs, he noticed you squeeze them together to relieve some tension that had built up. "I can help you with that," he sinfully smirked and licked his lips.

"Not yet, dinner is almost ready." Despite you saying this, you couldn't help but kiss him. John knew what did it for you. He knew where to touch you that would turn you on in an instant. He knew all your sweet spots. He knew you better than he knew himself most days. John reached his hand out and turned off the oven. You turned it back on. "I've spent ages cooking- you're eating it."

John roughly cupped his hand over your heat and you yelped. "You bet I'm going to be eating it." Your cheeks turned a bright shade of red. You had never seen this side of John- not for a long time at least. The pair of you were like raging rabbits at the start of your relationship- getting it wherever and whenever you could. But time changed that and the raging horny ravaging stopped- you were both to blame really. Your time was taken up by other factors.

John gently rubbed you through your jeans before pulling back with a shit-eating grin on his face. He loved those little breathy whines he could pull from you. You finished up making dinner, John was sitting watching you, palming himself through his jeans- you almost dropped the plates at the sight when you turned around. His teeth were sunk into his bottom lip to muffle his moans "Someone's...eager..." you placed down the plates and sat beside him at the table.

"Can't help myself...you're just so fucking stunning. I can't believe I married you." You bashfully grinned and took a bite of your dinner. "I can't believe I get to fuck you."

You choked on your food and took a gulp of water "Are you trying to kill me today?!" John laughed hearing your squeaky voice. "What's up with you talking all dirty?"

A few moments of silence passed "Do you want me to stop?" John suddenly spoke up, his voice getting dark and his eyes clouding with lust and love. "Or do you want me to keep telling you that I want to fuck your pussy until your crying out my name- begging to cum on my cock." He was acting so nonchalantly, casually eating away at his dinner while you were sitting with a gaping mouth. John looked up to you and smirked "Do you want me to tell you how pretty your mouth is while I shove my cock inside it and make sure I don't pull out until I've came and you've swallowed it all?" His voice was dangerously low as he placed down his cutlery and then put a finger under your chin and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "Do you want to make daddy happy?"

"Y-yes." You stuttered out.

"Yes what?" John asked, standing up and taking you with him.

"Yes...y-yes I want to make you h-happy," your voice trebled. John tightened his grip ever so slightly- you knew what he wanted you to say. "Daddy."

"Good girl," he crooned "Let's go to the bedroom," he pecked your lips but you were hungry for more. He pushed you back slightly "Ah ah!" He warned "Let's not rush..." he winked and tapped your behind. You both practically dragged each other up the stairs, tripping on toys on the way up.

When you reached the bedroom you crashed your mouths together, John's hands trailing up your sides while you sunk your nails into his back and dragged them down his skin. He moaned into your mouth and let you kiss down his neck, nipping the sensitive skin between his neck and collarbone. "I've missed having you." You panted out.

"God, I've missed you too," John groaned out. He placed his hands on your cheeks "On the bed." He softly commanded and you lay down on it, shedding your shirt- John helped you with your jeans. He moaned seeing you sprawled out on the sheets. "I want to be inside you right now but I need to take my time with you baby girl...do you understand?"

"I do," you purred and let your fingers wander across your skin.

John grinned "Play with yourself for daddy, I want to watch while I take off my clothes." You were virtually on the point of cumming right there just hearing him talk to you like that. You did as he asked though and slipped your hand into your underwear just as he started to unbutton his shirt.

"Oh John..." you moaned and pressed your shoulders into the bed, making you rise up a little. You sunk your fingers deep between your folds, you wished it was John touching you but you knew he'd be doing that soon. You then focused solely on your clit while burning your eyes into his.

"Does that feel good baby girl?" You moaned and nodded your head. "Tell daddy how good it feels."

"Feels so fucking good, daddy," the name flew flawlessly off your tongue now. "I wish it was you!" You whined in a high pitch. "John please touch me."

He kneeled down in front of the bed now wearing only his boxers and peeled off your underwear before he spread your legs with his strong hands. All those years of playing bass certainly gave him very strong and fast fingers. He had seen the sight before him countless of times before but each time was better than the last. "Where do you want me to touch you, baby?" John hummed. "Here?" He ran a finger up the length of your slit.

You let out a small shudder of a moan "Right there," you tangled your fingers in his hair.

"Fingers or mouth?" He asked, peppering kisses on your inner thighs.

"Both."

John grinned "Such a greedy girl," he stuck his tongue out and barely brushed it against your heat. You whined and squirmed under him. "But you're my greedy girl." John harshly flicked his tongue against your clit and plunged two fingers deep inside you.

"Oh fuck! John! Fuck!" You gripped his hair and pushed him even closer to you.

He groaned hearing the slick noises and from tasting you on his lips "Your pussy is so delicious- fuck!" He moaned and devoured you again. The vibrations from his soft moans sent bolts of pleasure through your body. Your limbs writhed and wriggled under him- it amazed you that his mouth could be so powerful. You let out a loud moan and gripped onto his shoulder when his free hand reached up and slipped under your bra, squeezing and gently pinching your nipple earning yet more moans and elated groans from you.

"Shit, John! It's so good! So good!" You cried out, sweat building up above your brow.

John hummed and pulled his mouth away but continued pumping his fingers in and out of you. "I love how your mouth makes the sweetest noises but says the filthiest things..." he hoarsely spoke "You want to cum, don't you? Let me hear what you want, baby girl."

"I want to cum, I want you to make me cum so many times, John!" You yelped when you felt his hand smack against your thigh. "Daddy!" You groaned and gasped for air "Please...fuck! Please!" You begged feeling something bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

"Okay, baby. Cum on my fingers and in my mouth and then later I'll make you cum on my cock- you hear me?" You nodded and John spanked you. "I said did you hear me?!" He yelled.

"Yes! Yes daddy! Oh god," your eyes rolled to the back of your head feeling his tongue pressing against your clit once more. "Oh shit! Shit!" You screamed, it burned your throat. Your whole body was shaking under John as he continued to eat you through your orgasm. He pulled back, the bedroom filled with the sound of heavy breathing and you laughing with glee. You placed a hand on your head "That was phenomenal!"

"You're phenomenal, Y/N." John crawled over you, the skin around his lips was all glossy from all the wetness down there. He tenderly brushed a strand of hair behind your ear and his fingers continued tracing down to your bra. "Let's get this off." He helped you up and removed it for you, your limbs were still wobbly. He sweetly smiled at you and you returned one to him. "I love you more than anything," he gently kissed you and softly lowered you to the bed again.

"I love you too," you grinned and cupped his cheek, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone "You've given me everything I've ever wanted."

"I could say the same to you," he slowly, almost teasingly began to kiss down your neck and then down to your chest. He brushed his tongue over your sensitive nipples and you let out a broken moan. "But now, baby girl, I'll give you everything you want." He devilishly smirked and buried himself deep inside you.

"Fuck!" You cried out, still hypersensitive from your orgasm. John loudly moaned, almost a whine as he felt your tight heat around him. He'd never get tired of that sensation.

"I'm going to cum inside you and you're going to be dripping for days," he growled and nipped at your lips.

"Yes! John! Holy fuck! Yes!" You moaned out and gripped onto his hips as he kept up his fast, rhythmic pace.

He groaned, neither of you were going to last much longer...but that didn't mean there would be other rounds. "I need you to call me it again, Y/N- Fucking hell I need you to!" He groaned as his rutting hips jolted and his thrusts started to get a little sloppy. "Say it- scream it!" He demanded.

"Oh John!" You moaned "Oh fuck!"

"Say it, baby girl...shout it at the top of your lungs!" He cried.

"D-"

•••

"-addy!"

You and John froze and then slowly looked at one another. You were both at the recording studio with all the boys. The kids were at school...all except one. Number six.

"What did you say?" Roger cooed while bouncing the one and a half year old baby on his knee. "John! Y/N! I think we just heard your kids first word!" Roger proudly grinned but you were still looking at John. "Say it again, angel! What did you say?"

"Daddy!"

You grabbed onto John's arm and the pair of you burst out laughing hearing the word loud and clear. Freddie, Brian and Roger all sent each other a strange look. "What's so funny?" Brian asked "Your child just said their first word."

You had slid off the couch by this point you were laughing so hard, John was still holding onto you while clutching his stomach with tears rolling down his face. "Oh! Oh! I can't breathe!" You held your chest and then fanned your face "Oh that's funny!"

"I can't believe that!" John was roaring with laughter.

"Uhh...lets give them a moment," Roger took your baby and walked into the recording booth with Brian and Freddie. "Probably the lack of sleep with this one." Roger bobbed his nose against the baby in his arms.

Your laughter had slowly died down and you looked at John. "What are the bloody chances of that?"

"Five kids and not one of them ever said-" he started laughing again. "Oh we'll need something else now!" He laughed whereas your laughter hitched.

"Something else?" You asked and John's giggling died down. "Like what?"

"Well..." John pulled you up and you fell into his lap, he was biting down on his lip. "We're going to have to try a few things and figure it out, baby girl."

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Rio & Buster

Rio: [Showing up at ur function like 'sup] Rio: You look good Buster: Yeah Buster: You look better Rio: Naturally Rio: 😜 Buster: Competitively more like Buster: & You win, I can't top the outfit Buster: There's everything else still to play for though Rio: Be very impressed if you had a sheer sparkle look Rio: even in your wardrobe Rio: Very true Rio: how many drinks are you in, how hard am I catching up Buster: I do but I was saving it to show the Yanks that not every Brit is a boring fucker Buster: You never sent me the memo that you wanted to couple co-ord Buster: Been a pretty dry night so far Rio: 😂 I'll allow it Rio: got a lot of stereotypes to combat there, specially 'cos you sound like a Hugh Grant character Rio: Need to fix that asap or I'll win again Rio: basically did a whole 🍾 getting ready Rio: what you want? Buster: Better than sounding like one the hookers he gets caught with, I guess Buster: Well when you basically don't wear anything there's loads of time to drink instead, yeah? Buster: Didn't wake up or just walk out like this Buster: I'll have to neck a 🍾 too then, my resolution ain't to start losing, like Rio: Nah, he was pretty cute back in the day, sis got her 💰 and got to tap that Rio: Oi fuck right off Rio: you know this takes time and you know I look good Rio: You really gonna ask for bottle service, yeah Rio: ain't made of money and sure the 🍾 grandda stocks ain't gonna be up to your standards  😏 Buster: I already told you how good you look Buster: & You already know I'm gonna be asking a lot of you tonight, babe Buster: But alright, surprise me then Rio: Yeah Rio: I know, don't I look good to go too? Rio: [getting that drank, gonna take forever] Buster: Yeah Buster: When you wanna borrow my jacket so you don't need to let the pub know all our secrets, let me know Rio: Such a gentleman Rio: see how long that lasts Buster: Less time than it'll take for you to bring me a drink Rio: it's new years, what did you expect Rio: be patient, babe Buster: My expectations ain't centred around the bar Buster: Neither's my impatience Rio: Know that too Rio: I want you as frustrated as possible Buster: As frustrated as you are Buster: So competitive, babe Rio: Maybe Rio: like you said, ain't no hiding in this dress so you'll find out soon enough Buster: Not soon enough Buster: But I'll try and be patient like you want Rio: it is packed in here Rio: good excuse to get pretty close behind me Buster: & A gentleman would never let you carry all those drinks yourself so I have to be close by, however long it takes Buster: [shamelessly does stand there because it is a good idea & excuse] Rio: [when you don't even try to talk 'cos loud and a mood to just be enjoying this] Buster: [they never get to be physical let them have it for as long as they can] Rio: [just lowkey 'dancing' alright we see you] Buster: [such a mood] Rio: [getting drinks finally] Rio: You are no gentleman Buster: [when you don't even want the drink lowkey cos having a moment] Buster: I said it wouldn't last Rio: I don't care Rio: 'long as you make something else happen Buster: I can make that last as long as you want Buster: We've got all night Rio: Got 'til 12 anyway Rio: Cinderella rules Buster: Fuck that Buster: We've established I'm no Prince Charming Buster: We've got til I have to go to the airport Buster: & I want every second Rio: [just looking at him like WANT] Buster: You can't look at me like that & they stay where you are Buster: *then Rio: Can't I? Rio: If that were true, you'd do something about it Buster: [comes over to her & whispers what he wants to do in her ear because can't be doing any of it in front of any of y'all] Rio: ['least when she makes unholy noise in response no one hearing] Buster: [control your facial expression though boy cos its one thing to whisper to your cousin in a loud pub its another to then be giving looks when you're still standing closer than you should be] Rio: [when Grace or someone pulls you away to dance so you gotta but at least you can shamelessly put on a show] Buster: [when you're living for that but have to be subtle about the fact your eyes are glued to her the whole time, finding someone to 'talk' to so you can look over their shoulder at it etc all that bullshit] Rio: [living 'cos you know you a bad bitch] Buster: [at least he don't have to pretend to her he ain't looking anymore just gotta keep it from everyone else] Rio: [bathroom break, when the pub ones would be packed so you can go to the flat without it being like what you doing 'cos #famperks] Rio: Give it long enough they forget I'm still up here and come Buster: [let's say one of the fam brings him a drink when he's about to go so even though he downs it someone else beats him to the bathroom cos whoever gave him the drink is chatting to him about america cos he wasn't in the chatty mood at christmas we all remember] Buster: Don't take my sister's virginity Buster: [cos why not Nance for the bathroom cos then she can talk to Rio for ages too] Rio: 🙄 Yeah was close Rio: so alike Buster: Talk about your boyfriend, that turns everyone off Buster: You included Rio: 😏 Rio: Don't need to waste time with specifics Rio: just mention men in general Buster: Except me, that'd have her ranting from now until I'm back from the States Rio: So special, babe Buster: You know it, babe Rio: I'm gonna have to come down Rio: I'm not the one known for hiding in the loos Buster: Don't Buster: Find somewhere else to hide, the bathroom might the only door that locks technically but I'll make it work Rio: You wanna play hide and seek again Rio: Okay, start counting Buster: How high? Rio: Be nice, call it 60 Buster: I don't wanna be nice Rio: you don't have to Rio: I'm being nice to you Rio: knocked 40 off the standard there Buster: Make it 45 Buster: Fuck 60 Rio: If you started counting and stopped arguing, we'd be playing already Buster: If I stopped arguing you wouldn't wanna play with me Rio: Maybe Buster: Definitely Rio: Come on Rio: I want this to happen before the year is over Buster: Be patient, baby Buster: Just like you told me Rio: Don't wanna Buster: I know what you want Buster: I'm coming Rio: Give it to me Rio: only you can Buster: Say please Rio: Buster Rio: Please Buster: Alright Rio: Better than that Rio: you'll see Buster: We both will Buster: I do have some interest in playing fair Rio: Good to know Rio: I'm not gonna let it be anything but what we been waiting for Buster: Me either Buster: Gotta make you want me to come back Rio: You want me to miss you Buster: Yeah Rio: Do my best, like always Buster: You won't need to after I've done mine Buster: You'll miss me Buster: When I've left the room never mind the country Rio: I would anyway Rio: and you promised every second Rio: don't be going nowhere Buster: I said I want every second Buster: I don't wanna make promises I have to break Buster: Not with our fucking track record Rio: It's stupid Rio: need to stop seeing you only when everyone else is around Rio: but bit of a giveaway Buster: All that matters is that this fam are as stupid Rio: 😂 Rio: Where's the lie Rio: willful or otherwise Rio: sudden urge to have lots of sleepovers with your sister Rio: inconvenient you ain't in the same house most the time tbh Buster: Probably don't phrase it like that to her Buster: Unless you want a coming out party Rio: Haven't been checking who's into it 'fore getting to you, like Buster: I'd hope you weren't whoring around as a kid, that's a red flag for some really dark shit Rio: Not that messed up Rio: the rest is up for debate Buster: You can't be flawless & fucked up Buster: & I ain't ever wrong Rio: If you say so Buster: I just did Buster: I never said you look it, I said you are it Buster: You can't be flawless & flawed Rio: You've said lots of things Rio: but I don't care Buster: & this is the most up to date version Buster: Take it or don't Rio: Come take me Rio: sick of talking Buster: [Appears because same] Rio: [wasting no time here lads] Buster: [make sure you do take a second to block the door though, lesson learned] Rio: [when you're behind him on your knees like] Buster: [jesus if we thought baze had a lot of pent up shit, these two are another level damn] Rio: [when you're taking off his belt like 'use this on me later' and unbuttoning and your phone keeps going off with texts but you think its just Ryan still so you throw it to oneside like] Buster: [when you have a new & more persistent cockblock though soz kids also try not to rip anything boy she ain't wearing much as is] Rio: [blatant losing those nip covers like soz everyone, when the phone will not stop to the point you're like fuck it and go to turn it off and notice it's Indie so you're like what even then she calls when you're midway through her sos texts] Buster: [& there would blatantly be bruises to hide from ryan when they show the next day even at that point soz babe cos manhandling her all over the place] Rio: [when you're tryna ascertain if this is an actual drama or you can lowkey leave it but sadly it is so you're like 'I'm on my way' and when you put the phone down you do the most dramatic but real sigh and put your head in your hands 'cos seriously] Buster: [when you're more angry than worried because that bitch but then her reaction so you lift her head up & its the most gentle you've been in your life & you're just like 'where are we going?' cos mum & dad life] Rio: [shake head 'cos you really wanna be angry too because getting ridiculous now but being worried would override it ultimately 'cos you that bitch, just looking at him, nuzzling into his hand, 'Indie, her dad let her have a party and fucked off, it's got too out of hand but she doesn't wanna tell an adult if she can avoid it so' shrugs 'to the rescue, you should stay, it won't be fun'] Buster: [just a look cos nobody is ever surprised at drew or indies antics at this point even him who's barely around it & a shake of his own head cos no way is he just gonna let her handle that on her own cos fuck knows what could be happening. Gives her his jacket to cover them nips and a keeps his hand held out like let's go] Buster: ['shut up & come on'] Rio: [disguise your heart eyes girl, just tryna be like yeah okay whatever, like anyone ever helps her like soz Nance and Junie but you know you ain't helpful like that, 'doubt we'll get a cab tonight so can't even fuck you on the way, sorry'] Buster: ['sorry ain't the word' when you take one of the fam's cars even though you 16 & had two drinks so you're gonna get in so much shit but quickest way to sort this & you bring the solutions always] Rio: ['don't kill me, okay'] Buster: ['trust me, okay'] Rio: ['obviously' and must 'cos in the car bitch] Buster: [when its a moment cos who trusts him & you lean it cos wanna kiss her but you pretend like you intended to fix a make up smudge all along] Rio: [just smiling like 'even a bottle and a bit in, sounds like I'll be the most put together bitch there but thanks, babe' and adjusting his collar 'cos all mussed up] Buster: [gestures at himself like excuse you that'll be me but then she touches him so he's looking at her obvs boy stop & start the car you need to go] Rio: [laughs, 'how could I forget how bad you want a crown, well I'll vote for you but I got my tits out so' shrugs; when you want this moment but you ain't got time, 'drive on, driver'] Buster: [laughing too & pretending to take off his shirt & get his out cos nerd but obvs not cos they have to go & do] Rio: ['put it away, McKenna'] Buster: ['Say it like you mean it, Cavante, maybe I'll believe you even though you were desperate for the opposite a second ago] Rio: ['This weren't my idea, I still want the opposite, blame whatever child we've got to scrape off her floor, like'] Buster: [I do but I still wanna take all my frustrations out on you & you can't blame me for that] Rio: [silently 😩🤤] Buster: [hand on the thigh cos gotta drive but make it a moment] Rio: ['so daddy'] Buster: ['behave, I'm driving' whilst touching her up more cos being a hypocrite is in his dna thanks baze] Rio: ['if you're not up to multitasking then I take it back' 'cos cheeky] Buster: [when you have to go harder to prove you can so enjoy babe] Rio: [not taking it back even remotely, when you saying more and more] Buster: [obvs living for the encouragement so does. don't crash thanks boy] Rio: [not your car, places to be lmao] Buster: [priorities though cos how would you stop if you'd finally got to start touching her after forever of not] Rio: [just promising all the ways she gonna get him back, like] Buster: [gutted you're gonna have to wait so long boy but am actually cackling evily cos you get everything else you want so serves you right tbh] Rio: ['I'm gonna be so bored when you go and you're gonna be having such a good time, so rude'] Buster: ['I won't let you be bored, nobody multitasks better than me' keeps proving it by not crashing despite being distracted af] Rio: ['not gonna argue right now'] Buster: ['what are you gonna do?'] Rio: [just laughs but it breaks 'cos it's obvious if he don't stop] Buster: [doesn't stop obviously cos determined to finish what he started before they get there. 'say it'] Rio: ['I'm gonna cum for you, shit, Buster and you're actually here, it's actually you'] Buster: [when you also have to swear with feeling about this because unbelievable at this point] Rio: ['Baby, pull over, just for a second, I need'] Buster: [shouldn't but does because always gonna give her whatever she wants that's just facts] Rio: [when you just need a moment to recover and you get in his lap] Buster: [kissing her because the noise you make is unholy but you forget you can just do that right now cos actually alone] Rio: [gasping into his neck 'cos can't handle it, 'everything you do is so hot' when you're grinding on him like earlier 'cept you're alone now and we don't have time and you say as much 'we have to go' casually sounding so 💔] Buster: [saying 'I know' and normally it'd be a cocky reply to the first bit but it's a gutted response to the second bit obvs because never been more turned on in your life] Rio: [tilting his head like he did her earlier but giving him such a slow, longing kiss as she as slowly climbs back off to her own seat, 'I swear to God, I'm making it up to you'] Buster: [full on moan into her mouth because there's no way to keep that in & your only reply to that is to hit the steering wheel in total frustration before driving again. 'If there's a god besides me, he fucking hates the competition, And me for always winning.'] Rio: [When you gotta stop looking at him 'cos so turned on by that you ain't gonna help the situation] Buster: [such a sexually charged silence in that car rn] Rio: [how don't you die lads, like gotta skip you there 'cos bye] Buster: [at least it wouldn't be as far as it feels because their flat probably is close to town for drew's work reasons] Rio: [thank god there's drama 'cos your vibe, be more blatant Buster: [& thank god Indie's literally a child or she'd work it out] Rio: [sorting these shennanigans, probably ref this after the fact, like] Buster: [he really can multitask, being this turned on but still getting shit done] Rio: [when you lowkey have to ignore each other or it's game over tho, story of their lives] Buster: [at least they've had a shit ton of practice & the chaos is real rn so] Rio: [when you know you can't call an ambulance to Drew's gaff so it's either take the stash or take the kid somewhere else so you ask Buster to go take him outside and be like 'yeah just found him' 'cos not like she can carry this drunken child lmao soz boy and you get to work clearing out the rest, being a peacekeeper, standard] Buster: [you better not ruin his outfit in any way child] Rio: I.O.U x1000000 Buster: Yeah you do Rio: I know Rio: think all the worst of them have fucked off, no one else looks like they're dying so they can walk it off Buster: This kid looks too old to be this fucked Buster: At least I was an actual kid when I almost died Rio: Can leave him there if he is Rio: why the fuck anyone over the age of 13 would be here is fucked Buster: He could be 13, that still makes him a pussy Rio: Not gonna defend him, ain't dead yet no need to saint Rio: should've gone out properly Rio: would've been too fucked to see her texts and she'd have to get someone else Buster: Tell your regrets to the other god you believe in Buster: He's so jealous of me I'm in the gutter with a dying kid Buster: Didn't need or ask for this level of humbling Rio: Well no, this isn't how anyone envisioned their night going, I know Rio: 'cept maybe Drew who I'm sure is having a lovely time, wherever the fuck he is Rio: can swap if you like Rio: least he's unconscious, know she's a kid and all but if she don't shut up in a second Buster: You're alright, I'd only say something for me to regret Buster: I'm already so hot its a sin, no need to go overboard Rio: as the devil himself, babe Rio: that's my defense Buster: I could make that hold up in court Buster: You know, that's one regret that I don't have though, that we didn't go out Buster: I don't want you to be fucked up Buster: I want you to remember Rio: I'm not gonna forget Rio: all this bullshit aside, it only matters because I wish we had more time Buster: You could if you were that gone, I can't remember loads of Christmas Rio: I'm not that gone Rio: I'll message you tomorrow with all that I remember Buster: You're not 'cause we didn't go out Buster: So like I said, no regrets about that Rio: Good Rio: don't regret any time you spend with me Buster: Other than the kiss, I haven't Rio: Why regret that Buster: You know why Rio: but don't Buster: Whatever, like Rio: 😣 Rio: Any sign? Buster: Fuck no Buster: I'm gonna be here all night Rio: You could just put him in recovery position Rio: is that evil Rio: probably Buster: I've done that Rio: yeah but you could come back in, I mean Buster: Can I? Rio: We've called the ambulance Rio: oh, I don't know Rio: I'm being selfish, someone should stay out there Buster: No, I am. I don't know if I can be around you and not alone Rio: Valid Rio: I wanna but we've gotta focus Buster: Yeah Buster: Does she know this kid? Rio: Getting any straight answers out of her is fun but lemme ask Buster: Find out Buster: It could matter Buster: If he's got a big mouth Rio: it's a kid in her class, apparently Rio: which is the worst answer to that Rio: fuck sake Buster: He looks older than her, which is what I would've hoped for if I bothered with that shit Buster: This could get fucked up fast then Rio: Who doesn't? Rio: Jesus Rio: definitely wait then Rio: should we go to the hospital with him, like Rio: you've lowkey stolen a car to get here Rio: this is bad Buster: I'll see if I can get in his phone Buster: Hold on Rio: I should get my mum Rio: there needs to be an adult there when his invaribly shows Buster: I'll go to the hospital, call mine from there Buster: Get yours here Rio: Alright Rio: oh God Rio: well Rio: thanks for helping Buster: It'll be okay Rio: At least she's not hurt Rio: this kid will be okay Buster: They'll sober him up & get his parents Buster: I've done loads worse shit than this Buster: Unless his are proper strict, like Buster: Can't be that bothered if they let him out Rio: He's 11 Rio: that's not strict that's like Rio: basic fucking requirement Buster: I've been 11 Buster: Calm down Buster: You being hysterical ain't changing or fixing anything Rio: Don't call me hysterical Rio: 'cos I ain't Rio: we don't even know if he's just drunk, for God's sake Buster: Well, he ain't in the state to play twenty questions Rio: Well, it changes how they'll have to treat him and could change how much his parents, strict or nah, give a shit Buster: You don't think I know that? Buster: Fuck's sake Rio: I'm trying to get Drew too Buster: Good fucking luck Buster: Tonight's a great earner Rio: if he near kills a kid though, he's fucked Rio: don't take too kindly to that, like Buster: Obviously Buster: Send him your ootd that'll get his attention Rio: Don't be gross Buster: You wanna get hold of him, I'm telling you the quickest way Rio: Stick to actually being helpful please Buster: Stick to being smart Rio: I'd rather not send him nudes tah Buster: I'd rather not have this kid's puke on my shoes Buster: What's your point? Rio: Don't be a dick about it Buster: That's what I do, babe Buster: Isn't the familarity comforting among all this chaos Rio: Appreciate the gesture but no need Buster: If you say so Rio: You can be out of it soon enough Rio: I didn't intend to be dragged into this, never mind drag you into it as well Buster: You didn't drag me anywhere Rio: No Rio: and I told you I.O.U and thanks Rio: so sorry, and there's the fullset Rio: I can't do anything more right now Buster: & I told you shut up Buster: How much of a cunt do you think I am Buster: Jesus Rio: I don't but you're acting like there's more I could be doing when I'm doing literally everything I can Buster: Do you want a pat on the back? Buster: I'm doing everything I can & so will our parents respectively Buster: It's an everyday requirement, like Rio: Whatever Rio: let's just get on with it then Buster: She called you to handle it 'cause she knew you could Buster: So do I & so should you Rio: Knew I would, more like Buster: Don't act like that's a bad thing either Rio: Not what you'd usually say Buster: Fuck that Buster: Come here Buster: I know what you're gonna say, but just come here for a sec Rio: [does and is just looking from him to the kid] Buster: [gives her the biggest hug ever & fuck knows when he last hugged anyone so I'm fine about it] Rio: [bit taken aback but obviously hugs him back as tight] Rio: ['you should have your jacket back, it's cold out here'] Buster: [isn't letting go because they need this. 'I don't want it back'] Rio: [just listening to his heart always 'cos height difference perk 'okay'] Buster: ['it seriously will be, keep trusting me, okay'] Rio: [nods and says quietly into his chest 'just don't break my fucking heart, okay?'] Buster: ['I'll never do anything you don't want me to'] Rio: [looks up and smiles 'don't make promises you'll have to break'] Buster: [laughs. But then 😍 bitch 'It should count for something if I don't wanna break it'] Rio: ['Never said it didn't' some intense mfing eye contact] Buster: [leading to an intense kiss because this kid ain't a witness state of him] Rio: ['I will miss you, you know'] Buster: ['I'll miss you too'] Rio: ['Feels weird to admit that..but good too'] Buster: ['Nodding cos you can't be fully in the moment cos you're listening out for sirens or thinking that cali could show up any sec] Rio: ['Sure you don't want your jacket, baby? I can grab something from inside' rubbing his arms to warm them up] Buster: ['Keep it'] Rio: [Wraps it 'round herself tighter, 'Do I look cute?'] Buster: ['Cute ain't the word'] Rio: [Tiptoes moment to get as close as possible, 'Do I look like yours?'] Buster: ['You're mine anyway, if you're wearing my clothes, any of yours or none at all'] Rio: [When you practically pleading, whining 'Don't turn me on again' 'cos that has so much] Buster: [When there's nothing you can say because there's so much you wanna do & she still hasn't ever touched you yet] Rio: [One final kiss 'fore you go back inside 'cos you can't be with him when you're 'rents show 'cos beyond blatant, 'We're not gonna get another chance before you go, are we' a statement more than a question 'cos knows] Buster: [that kiss is everything though & we all know it because can't say no because of how much he doesn't wanna] Rio: [when you're lowkey emosh and like wtf pull yourself together bitch] Buster: [just watching her go & staring the way she went forcing yourself not to go after her even though its all you want] Rio: [cali you may as well show up hoes Buster: [the ambulance too why not] Rio: [that's that on that] Buster: [not how you wanted your night to end soz lads]