#Four Monkeys of Chaos

[journeytothewestresearch]

One question is if the six-eared macaque is a negative aspect of Sun Wukong's personality, that means that the other two mystical monkeys are also aspects of the personality except that unlike the Macaque, they are both positive aspects or simply part of Sun's personality. and the reason why they do not appear directly or are agonistic in jttw is because they do not go against the path of Buddhist enlightenment

Sorry if you don't understand, I don't speak English and I'm using a translator.

I've also speculated that the other two cestial primates are aspects of Sun Wukong's mind. An update to my Six Ears article reads:

I'm not really sure why the other two don't explicitly appear in the narrative. But I do know that, including Sun Wukong, the four celestial primates mirror the four kinds of monkeys and apes living on Flower-Fruit Mountain. As I write here, chapter one reads:

The Handsome Monkey King thus led a flock of gibbons [yuanhou, 猿猴], macaques [mihou, 獼猴], and horse-monkeys [mahou, 馬猴], some of whom were appointed by him as his officers and ministers (based on Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 1, p. 106). 美猴王領一群猿猴、獼猴、馬猴等，分派了君臣佐使。

The gibbons are also called "long-armed gibbons" (tongbei yuanhou, 通背猿猴; lit: "(arms)-through-the-back gibbons"). [1] (This refers to the belief that the long, agile arms of the gibbon were somehow connected (i.e. tongbi, 通臂), passing through the back (i.e. tongbei, 通背) (Gulik, 1967, p. 92-93).) The horse-monkeys are also called "red-buttocked horse-monkeys" (chikao mahou, 赤尻馬猴). [2] These terms are important to remember.

Here is the list of the four celestial primates:

Stone-Monkey of Numinous Wisdom (Lingming shihou, 靈明石猴) - i.e. Sun Wukong

Red-Buttocked Horse-Monkey (Chikao mahou, 赤尻馬猴) - The exact same kind as that mentioned above.

Long-Armed Gibbon (Tongbi yuanhou, 通臂猿猴; lit: "Connected Arms Gibbon") - As mentioned above, tongbi (通臂) and tongbei (通背) refer to the ape's long arms.

Six-Eared Macaque (Liu'er mihou, 六耳獼猴)

The apes and monkeys of Flower-Fruit Mountain and the Four Celestial Primates both include Sun Wukong (i.e. the Stone Monkey), Red-Buttocked Horse-Monkeys (Chikao mahou), Long-Armed Gibbons (Tongbei and Tongbi), and Macaques (mihou), one of which has Six Ears (Liu'er). Therefore, the two groups are practically the same.

Based on this, a person might suggest that if one celestial primate (Sun Wukong) is born on Flower-Fruit mountain, then others can be, too. This opens the door to all four of the celestial primates having been born (or at least manifesting) there. And since Six-Ears is an aspect of Monkey's mind, the missing two celestial apes could be as well.

I should note that Wukong's Four Might Commanders are two long-armed (tongbei) gibbons and two red-buttocked horse-monkeys. Someone could suggest that two of them make up the missing celestial primates. But they are never shown to have great powers, just knowledge about the world outside of Flower-Fruit Mountain.

In the end, though, the missing celestial primates may not appear simply because they are not important to the overall narrative.

Notes:

1) Yu (Wu & Yu, 2012) incorrectly translates tongbei yuanhou (通背猿猴) as "bare back monkey" (vol. 1, p. 131).

2) Yu (Wu & Yu, 2012) incorrectly translates this as "baboon" (vol. 1, p. 106). The horse-monkey was a nickname for the macaques placed in horse stables to keep away sickness (refer to here).

Sources:

Gulik, R. H. (1967). The Gibbon in China: An Essay in Chinese Animal Lore. Leiden: E.J. Brill.

Wu, C., & Yu, A. C. (2012). The Journey to the West (Vols. 1-4) (Rev. ed.). Chicago, Illinois: University of Chicago Press.

[greenorangevioletgrass]

tuesday in the park (a.d.)

pairing: divorced!art x reader

synopsis: your alone time at the park takes an interesting turn when a little girl breaks the quiet, but maybe... her dad is a good company.

warnings: language, smoking, mention of divorce, lily is an adorable lil oblivious cupid, sooo much tension tho, maybe smut in future parts? idk

notes: i am back and pathetic bitch boy art has officially given me a brainrot. this is also very self-indulgent and heavily based on my irl experience (except the fact that it's art, sadly) soooo... enjoy!

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City parks are fucking depressing. Especially the industrial type that’s square, and covered in concrete and has, like, four trees. They’re all well-manicured and hung with string lights, but there’s still barely enough greens to call it a park. And to add insult to injury, a Tiffany’s installation art currently sits at the head of the park—a giant diamond ring in a lush velvet box the size of a Range Rover. It’s gaudy as shit, and the massive Aston Martin billboard overhead is an assault to the eyes. You honestly have no idea why you’re sitting here.

Oh, right. It’s like 2PM on a Tuesday afternoon in some downtown office area, so there’s nobody else there. You can just sit and smoke and watch the water spout from the ground in pretty patterns. The steady rhythm of the fountain jets quiets the chaos in your mind.

Inhale. Exhale. As the fountain hisses and ceases, hisses and ceases…

And then suddenly… another pattern.

A pitter-patter. Like little footsteps. Quick moving, and then it stops. Right to your left.

You turn your head and see a little girl sitting right next to you. Her white sneakers look so small next to yours. She pushes a lock of dark ringlets off of her face as she watches the floor fountain in quiet curiosity and awe.

It takes you a moment to realize you still had a cigarette in your hand. You quickly stub it out as far from her as you can. “Uh… hello.” You frown at your own words, but how the fuck do you talk to kids in this situation?!

But the kid looks up and smiles at you politely. “Hello.” she nods and then returns her gaze to the water bursting in canon.

You’re even more confused. She doesn’t even seem deterred by sitting next to a stranger—willingly, at that. “Well, are you… are you alone?” 

“No. With my dad,” she answers, light as a feather.

“Oh, good. Good.” You sigh in relief and look around for any sign of a parent, adult, anyone looking for a missing child. “Where’s your—”

“Lily! There you are!” A man’s voice cuts through the dull noise of the city. You turn around to see him rushing over to the little girl, grimacing apologetically at you. “Sorry. I’m not a negligent father, I swear. I just… turned around and this little monkey’s run off.”

The little girl—Lily, apparently— giggles as her dad throws her a look, gentle but firm. “You said we could watch the water fountains, Daddy!”

“Yeah, but don’t run off like that…” He rolls his eyes, though you notice his sharp jaw twitching with a hidden smile.  And then, leaning into Lily’s ear but still loud enough within your earshot, “And you certainly weren’t supposed to invade this nice lady’s personal space—”

“It’s no trouble. I was just sitting here,” you quickly wave him off.

“Daddy, can I play over there?” Lily points at the streaming water at the center of the park.

The man pulls a face. “I don’t know, Lil—”

“Come on, Daddy…” 

“No way.”

“Just for five minutes. Please?” She bats her eyelashes, and you can immediately tell it’s her father’s Achilles heel. Because as much as you try to stay out of the conversation, you can hear the audible sigh coming from him, followed by,

“Fine. Five minutes, okay?”

The little girl bolts off to the fountains, tiny hands reaching out to the jet streams, testing out how strong it is. Figuring out the fountain pattern and stepping on each jet right as it shuts off, one foot after the other. It makes you wish it was socially acceptable for adults to do that, too. 

“You’re free to sit and watch her from here, if you want.”

He looks at you, like really looks at you for the first time. At your rolled-up button-down, the chain around your neck with a pendant he can’t see under your collar. But mostly at your kind eyes—weathered, witnessed, but somehow not judging.

He pushes his short blond hair out of his face the same way the little girl does, and the similarity almost makes you laugh… if you weren’t so worried about making a fool of yourself in front of this handsome man. “You sure? I… didn’t want to intrude.”

You shake your head softly and scoot over on the steps, allowing him just enough space to sit down.

He notices the stubbed cigarette between your forefinger and middle finger. “You got another one on you?”

It takes you a beat to realize what he’s talking about. “Oh!” You reach for your pack of Camel, and offer it to him, one cigarette stick already pushed out for easier access.

He takes it with a polite smile, but then pauses upon realizing he has no lighter either. “Um, do you mind if I borrow—”

You lean in as he puts it between his lips, one hand cupping the light from the breeze, and his heart stops at how close you are. Close enough to notice the gloss on your lips. Close enough to get a faint whiff of your floral perfume.

(And unbeknownst to him, your heart stutters a little, too, and you hope he doesn’t notice the way you fumble lighting your own cigarette.)

“Thanks, um…” he trails off. 

You tell him your name, and he repeats it almost thoughtfully. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, like he’s chasing the taste of your name as it leaves his mouth.

He nods. “I’m Art.”

He does look like it. The navy blue sweater hangs just right on his broad shoulders, understated but high-quality. The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, showing a sleek black Piguet around his wrist. A simplicity to complement his refined features. His bone structure is cut like the gods, but the permanent frown etched between his brows, casting a shadow over his deep-set eyes, tells you that he is facing the troubles of man. And the awkward way he’s holding his cigarette makes him look like a boy. Of course, you can’t say any of that to him, so you settle with,

“Nice to meet you, Art.”

He can’t remember the last time somebody said that to him and meant it. And right now, sitting in this concrete park alone, he can see no pretense coming from you. No ass-kissing, no sizing-up, just a genuine kind gesture of a stranger. And it makes him so fucking relieved. 

“So what brings you out here?”

“Work, actually. A meeting,” Art replies somewhat vaguely. He’s not really keen on divulging the details of sponsorship and endorsement deals. Not when you don’t seem to know who he is. “Lily saw the park from the window and insisted we check it out when we’re done.”

“Ah, does she normally tag along with you to work meetings?” You ask with a playful glint, although the unspoken question of his whole situation is well heard. “She should. She looks like a great negotiator. Just saying.”

He chuckles. “Maybe she should. My, uh…” Art stops himself before he could say ‘wife’ because Tashi isn’t that anymore. Not his wife because they aren’t married anymore; not his coach either, because he doesn’t play tennis anymore. “Lily’s mom and I take turns every other week.”

And there it is. Your lips pull up into a soft line, not quite a smile but a gesture of understanding. “Must be tough.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s a lot of changes. But she’s doing okay, I think…” Art pauses, “I hope.”

You follow his gaze and look at Lily, who must be playing some kind of Indiana Jones fantasy scenario with the water fountains. Not an ounce of care in the world. “She looks like a tough kid.”

“She is.” Art smiles bittersweetly. “Anyway, you didn’t come here to listen to my sob story. What brings you to this park?”

The air that pulls both of you in releases, and you lean back on your elbows against the concrete. “Oh, I just finished work and I… needed some air.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m an interpreter.”

His eyebrows shoot up in interest. “Like the Nicole Kidman movie?”

“Exactly.” You point your half-cigarette at him, and share a tentative smile with him.

“Do you do, like… high-profile, UN-related assassination investigations, too?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “It’s not nearly as cool in real life. Most of it’s pretty boring, like contract negotiations and focus group discussions…”

“But the stories you must’ve heard, right? Or do you just… zone out at some point?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes you end up shutting off your brain and go on autopilot.”

“But not today?”

You smile ruefully at him, and he knows the answer. You take a thoughtful puff of your cigarette. “It’s… a bit hard when they’re talking about… how they had to jump off of the ship and swim across the channel in the dead of night, because they would rather die in the open water—a couple of them did— than die working in the fishing vessel…”

“Fuck.”

“And I know it’s not really meant for me—they’re talking to my client sitting next to me. But when they look you in the eyes and speak to you…” you trail off, taking a long drag of your cigarette.

Art takes it as a cue for his cigarette, too, although he notices you tapping the ashes off one, two, three times. “Must be tough.”

You roll your eyes playfully at him for quoting your own words back to you. “Ah well, it pays the bills. Besides, I get to clock out at 2PM on a Tuesday and enjoy this…” you inhale through your teeth disdainfully, “beautiful, brutalist… Soviet-core park.”

He laughs, the real kind of laughter that throws his head back, and it warms your heart enough to laugh, too. “It’s bullshit, isn’t it?”

“It’s bullshit! And what the fuck is that horrendous giant ring doing here?” The two of you cackle over the installation art across the park. “And that billboard… it’s ridiculous.”

Art’s laughter dies down on his lips as he looks up at the billboard in question. The Aston Martin “Game Changers” campaign from last year. Fuck. Even when he’s completely separated from Tashi, her presence still looms over like a panopticon.

You turn to him with a smile still etched on your face, completely oblivious to the storm in his head. “What?”

But he looks ahead, too caught up in the hurricane to hear you. He just… looks up at the billboard, his face darkens.

Oh.

You feel silly for not putting two and two together—you’ve been staring at the billboard mindlessly for a good fifteen minutes, goddammit— so you tread very carefully. “That, uh… Lily’s mom?”

Art looks down on his lap, as if not daring to look at Tashi’s picture. Or at Lily, or at you. “Yeah.”

There’s no right word for it. There’s no coming back from this, nothing he can say can make this better, and he can’t help but kick himself for fucking up. What he is fucking up, he’s not entirely sure. But he’s not ready to end this conversation with you, not on such a weird note.

“I can’t imagine what it must be like…” because you can’t. Losing a spouse is hard enough, but to have it out there in the open…

“It’s tough,” he nods in confirmation, and you smile feebly at his attempt at a callback to your little inside joke. To the moment where things are fine, all things considered. 

If the air ebbed and flowed earlier, it must’ve just… froze now. You don’t even remember the cigarette in your hand until the ash falls onto your hand and you gasp at the sudden heat, putting it out on the ground.

“I’m sorry. I should get out of your hair—”

“Do you wanna get a drink some time?”

The question catches both of you off-guard, eyes blinking at each other in shock. He didn’t think he heard you right, and your mouth seems to work faster than the filter in your brain.

Your face runs hot, and you chuckle sheepishly. “Sorry. You probably don’t wanna hear that—”

“I do.” He’s not sure which question he’s answering. Maybe both? Definitely both.

“Oh! Um…”

And right in that moment, Lily comes padding over with squelching steps in her shoes, completely drenched but over the moon. “Daddy, Daddy, that was so much fun! Can we come back here? I see lights on the floor, and I think the fountain lights up at night!”

Art puts out his cigarette under his shoe, chuckling at his daughter,  “Baby, you’re soaked! Did you try to take a shower there or something?” immediately wringing water out of her hair.

“I’ll take a real shower when we get home.”

“Well, duh. But I don’t want you to catch a cold… come here.” He crosses his arm to grab the hem of his sweater and tug it over his head to put it on his daughter.

The girl looks thoroughly unamused as the clothing item falls halfway down her calves and the sleeves nearly touch the ground. “Daddy, this is ridiculous.”

You grin, and you can’t help but wonder how much of that sass came from Art. “Looks pretty chic to me.”

He nods at you, glad that you’re backing him up. “Thank you.” He then turns to Lily pointedly.

Lily half-smiles at you. “Thank you,” although she still isn’t quite convinced.

“I’m sorry, we really gotta go. But how do I, um…” he trails off. Gosh, he was hoping to do this out of Lily’s sight. Lily’s sight means Tashi’s sight, and he’s not ready for that talk just yet.

“Take my card.” You whip out a neat stainless steel case, and slides out a white-and-blue business card. Your name is printed in a sleek black font, right above ‘Interpreter’ in a smaller case. Your email and phone number follows.

His fingers brush against yours as he takes it, and he prays to God or whoever is up there that he doesn’t give anything away to you or Lily. Not a quirk, not a peep. Just two strangers connecting by chance.

“Thank you.” He nods evenly as he pockets the card, trying to contain the butterflies in his stomach—he’s always thought he was too old for that by now, but maybe… just maybe… “You have a nice day.”

“You, too.” You squint up at him under the sun, and then smile and wave at the little girl. “Bye, Lily.”

She waves at you as Art sweeps her up into his arms, and you don’t let yourself turn all the way around to watch them leave. Instead, with one final look at Art’s “Game Changers” billboard ad in the distance, you grab your pack of Camel and light another cigarette between your lips.

[jkgnggj]

YES THEY DO !!

Saiki has their notifs on mute bc they're just spamming him messages or arguing between each other loll

thinking about how the pk psychic kids almost definitely have a group chat

[itsabouttimex2]

Can I request a platonic yandere sun wukong and macaque realizing that the teen mystic monkey they've been raising is planning to leave ffm?

O Child of Unity

(I’m assuming you want Shadowpeach, then? I’m still not the best with it, but I’ll try! Also, a new bot is up!🧡💜 Also again, this fic is compliant with Deepest Hues- which I’ll expand on soon!)

There are four base colors in our world: black, white, yellow, and red. Together, these four hues represent the base components of alchemy- nigredo, albedo, citrinitas, and rubedo.

In times ancient and forgotten, a massive reservoir of these four colors existed in each corner of the earth. Like pools of chaos they surged, brimming with power and life. From each of these brightly-hued depths did an egg arise, containing a Mystic Monkey of incredible potential.

One of light. One of shadow. One of snow. One of fire.

And recently, a brand new simian, born of a union from nigredo and citrinitas, pitch black and bright yellow fusing their mystical lineage into a mottled green.

Their union blessed the world with a little virescent monkey, big eyes and soft fur-

You.

The world is such a wonderful place, you’ve learned. Geysers of boiling water and hunched spikes of snow. Sand white as bone and lakes stained pink by algae. Forests comprised of just one tree and diminutive flowers with digestive maws.

From book to book you’ve torn, indulging your curious brain in every last little wonder of the world- from glacial peaks to crystal caverns.

How many pages have you worn away by now, dreaming of wonders far beyond your reach? How many dreams has your mind spun, longing for something new? How many times have you lost the world to a lovely little daydream that took hours to shake?

A less generous eye would view this behavior as unhealthy. They might even refer to it as a ‘coping mechanism’, spending half the day locked into a foggy haze, pretending that life was more exiting, more fulfilling.

Even you had come to realize the inherent instability of your constant stupor, eventually.

All you have to do to fix this problem, then… is make those dreams a reality!

…right?

Right! No time to waste worrying!

Packing is easy! It used to be a time-killer of yours as a child, pretending to go on adventures across the world with only your trusty well-stocked backpack. All these little games were played out under the watchful eyes of your fathers, ensuring your fun never turned dangerous or led you somewhere that was off-limits.

You’d pick a locale and prepare for an ‘expedition’ with snacks and clothes, always running and asking Bába to open the pantry for you.

“A winter adventure,” Sun Wukong would lovingly coo, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Sounds like fun, bud! Don’t forget to pack your warm socks, kay?”

He’d laugh and play along, pushing sandwiches and chocolate protein bars into your hands, always with a pouch of juice to pair. Sometimes he’d go the extra mile of bagging them up, giving you a paper sack that wouldn’t be out of place on a field trip.

(How often you begged to be enrolled in school, physical or at least online. And your fathers would ‘tsk’ and shake their heads, but quickly promise you ice cream as a bandage balm for your youthful sorrow.)

And then he’d watch your little journeys with a quirked eyebrow, smiling as you pulled your plushes (given that you had no playmates outside of base simians and your often busy fathers) along and narrated your games.

You’d fill out a page in your bulky journal detailing the ‘journey’, consigning your little hours of make-believe to white pages.

And as you had grown, that many-paged journal stayed tucked under your arm, all your thoughts and hopes written away into it.

Even now, as you stare out at the endless horizon so plainly in front of you- the book is held to your chest, warmed by the excited beat of your heart.

It holds all those dreams you’ve dreamt for a full decade now, each one precious and utterly perfect to your nostalgic mind.

The grass is long and bright, glistening with morning dew. It sparkles under the rising rays of the sun, a picturesque landscape laying in front of you. Flower Fruit Mountain (Mount Huaguo, as your fathers sometimes called it) was beautiful. Is beautiful. But pretty can only satiate the mind for so long, and certainly couldn’t fulfill your wanderlust any longer.

You had explored every cave, climbed every tree, mucked every puddle, cuddled every monkey.

It had been nice. And you’d miss it, but-

The world was waiting!

And you could wait no longer.

Stuffing the oversized book into your backpack, you do the one thing you’ve wanted to do for years- and take off running.

Lush grass rips under your feet, laying in scattered half-length piles as your boots tear across the wet ground. Muddy footprints squash down flowers and weeds alike, nothing stopping your gleeful dash.

Over puddles and through tree crooks, beneath towering canopies and across deep ponds- you run. All that hampers you is the heavy bags strapped to your back and waist, full of the supplies you once only dreamed of handling during a journey.

A real, actual journey! How long had you waited?! Years and years! And it was finally coming true!

But you turn the corner of a rock too quickly, and smack head-on into something solid and warm, the figure grasping you tightly.

And all too suddenly, one of your fathers- Macaque- stares down at you, clearly displeased.

“Explain,” he sharply says, holding out the note you had left on the dining table, unfolded and excitedly penned. It had been written in such a rush of gleeful adrenaline that some parts are nigh-unintelligible.

But; even with wild pen scrawl and joyful errors, it was clearly an intended farewell.

The claw marks shredding through half of the paper is proof that he hadn’t exactly taken the notion well.

“Y/N. What the hell is this? You’re running away?”

“N-no! I’m just-“

“Do you think this is how it all works? You throw a note on the table and head out into a world you know nothing about?”

“I do know about the world! I’ve been researching it for years!”

“Your ‘research’ doesn’t mean a thing! You have no skills, no experience, nothing!”

“Because you won’t let me do anything!”

The accusation causes him to bristle in anger, lips pulled back as he snarls. His fangs, glistening and sharp, draw your attention.

(Sometimes you forget what Macaque has done. How scary he can be. Sometimes you forget that he’s never regretted his crimes. Moments like this are happy to remind you.)

Your bravado and boldness vanish startlingly quickly, shrinking under the furious gaze of the simian.

The Six-Eared simian snags your wrist, stomping over to a cavernous rift of shadows. With your arm held tight, he jumps in and drags you along.

You fall from a ceiling and into the waiting arms of your other father, Wukong. He grins and nuzzles the fur of his cheek to your own, relishing in the warmth of familial closeness. A golden brazier burns next to him, recently lit and brightly chugging the wooden fuel within.

“Someone was up to a little bit of mischief, huh?”

His reaction is the polar opposite to Macaque- where his husband blows up and seethes, the Great Sage lies to himself and pretends that everything is okay. It’s easier to think of his child as a little imp than an outright runaway.

As Wukong dotes, Macaque rips away the thick jacket and boots that you were wearing, throwing them into the nearest closet.

You didn’t need them, after all. You weren’t going anywhere.

Though a part of you is disgruntled to have some of your clothing torn away so suddenly, it’s only when he snatches the backpack that you scrabble from the Great Sage’s arms.

“Don’t mess with that!” You call, trying to wrangle the bag from his grip- but he’s got your journal before you manage to pry it free.

He holds the gargantuan journal, full of all the dreams you had through your life- to see snow penitentes, to view miscolored lakes, to visit ancient forests, to explore the world that had been kept from you for so long.

“This is what gave you those ideas? Your little baby book, kiddo?”

“It’s not-“

“Shut it! You tried to run away. You don’t get to speak right now.”

He takes a moment to breath, glaring at the offending journal. To him, the answer is clear- get rid of the book, and he’ll get rid of your silly ideations of “freedom”. If it comes undone to the very binds, then maybe you’ll give up on leaving and return to the cozy schedule your fathers adhere you to. Forehead kisses and morning cuddles, shared meals and long naps through the cold of winter.

Without it, his life will go back to being perfect, and to an obsessive villain like Macaque?

A little bit of your sorrow is worth the happiness that keeping you close brings.

“Enough of these pointless dreams.”

The Six-Eared Macaque stands to his full height, the multicolored glow on his ears fading to black as his eyes burned red. With one angry sling, he throws your book into the deepest ashes of the gilded brazier.

It catches quick, melting and warping for just a brief few milliseconds before incinerating.

You stand there for a moment in sheer disbelief, watching as a decade of heartfelt writing crumbles away in seconds.

The raw, unspeakable hurt it produces leaves you breathless and mute, incapable of summoning even a single sorrowful word.

Macaque staggers back as tears bubble up in your eyes- even the villain himself has realized that this was a step much too far. His intention; as often to the innocent and undeserving, was to inflict suffering.

Even his own family wasn’t off the table.

His sable hands are much too slow in retrieving the book from uncaring flames, snagging only an empty cover now bereft of inner pages.

Ruined. Utterly ruined and destroyed.

The slow realization that you’ll never have back your childhood journal, never read again your years of games and research, never write another word in the precious book, never finish it- never, never, never, never, all in a devastating row.

The realization sinks in slow, but clicks into place all the same.

A low whimper builds in your throat, slowly pitching up as wetness spill down your cheeks. So many tears fall that they blind your vision, pairing well with the sobs that escape you.

Wukong glares at his partner with boiling eyes, a look of outright hatred in them. “Macaque. What. The. Hell.”

“…they h-had to learn a lesson,” he weakly justifies, his cowardice bubbling up in full force.

Run from Five Phases Mountain. Run from the Brotherhood. Run from Wukong. Run from the Lady Bone Demon. Run from the Samadhi Fire. Run from consequences and run from heroes, and pray that everyone forgets how badly he deserves to be punished for his cruelty and arrogance and sins.

Still a little rat, slinking in the shadows.

“Get out,” the Great Sage snarls, fangs dripping with immeasurable hatred, and, as ever, as always-

Macaque runs.

Wukong turns to you as his pitch husband bolts, throwing off his chest-plate and wrapping his unfathomably powerful arms around your quivering form.

He’s warm, much like a spring of volcanic water, or sun-kissed wood.

Or a raging, burning fire.

You don’t really want to be warm right now.

But the ferocity with which you pound his chest and gut leave the simian utterly unfazed, shushing and hushing you all the same.

“Shh, pumpkin, shh. You know your Bába hates to see you cry. C’mon, let’s dry those tears. Y’know what? How about we get you some ice cream, bud? Something sweet and cold to make you feel better.”

Wukong doesn’t wait for a response. He rarely does. The immortal boosts you up into his arms, heading to the kitchen. He kisses your cheeks and forehead and the bridge of your nose, trying to placate your tears with an overdose of physical affection.

This was your life. Your world.

And you were starting to doubt that you’d ever leave it.

[scribblesofagoonerr]

hi guys!

so it's come to my attention that this whole few series might be a little confusing to read in a particular order so I'm just gonna try and narrow the explanation down a little bit...

so in order to probably understand monkey's personality first i would read a few bits from chaos fc which starts of as an aussie pest and an english pest who are best friends and love to cause chaos together!

these 5 fics are based around their time in melbourne and what they get up too

↪ i'm never babysittin' again! | mission: chaos fc | yer' a pair of pests! | wheres' dumb and dumber? | come get yer' kid!

from there there's a few fic's that follow on from this with monkey's different adventures in scotland and nashville, where's up to no good as usual

↪ wee' bit of haggis in scotland | yeehaw' it's cowgirl era | you can kiss my ass, cowboy!

following on from these if you want to read more about monkey's past then i suggest reading a lot of reserved feelings which kinda goes into the small details about monkey's reserved side when she first moved in with leah and jordan

there is also a bunch of head canons and blurbs that are related to this as well which will help to understand monkey's past better in monkey's background and i think it is also briefly mentioned in monkey moves in

after this i would recommend reading the separate mini series in which this introduces buddy and it gives a bit of an insight into what she is like and how she handles the separation between her two mums but this is wrote around the same time as monkey returns from her adventures in nashville

there's several more head canons/blurbs that are related to buddy through the time before she was born in ivf and pregnancy and and and even the introduction between monkey meeting buddy for the first time

if you wanted to read about the gender reveal of buddy then i would recommend the flashback fic to finding out the gender of buddy in oh baby! which is in the buddy & monkey series where monkey is so excited about it

the whole buddy and monkey: double the trouble series is pretty self explanatory and it's mostly about the two of them and the adventures they get up too, together

however, there's a few i would recommend reading together which would be the bubbles are pink, jackass! and then the farmyard adventures since that follows on from the swear jar fiasco

from there there's a couple of fics that are not really planned to go in any particular order which are buddy's first words as well as no more money for monkey and we brought a puppy home

there's also a good couple of head canons and blurbs related to this series the break up | euro final | buddy cheering monkey up | zoo adventures | training days | kimmy the babysitter

also the social media aspect of it which is reunited again and monkey's lioness debut

following along with the head canons and blurbs there's several in chaos fc which can be read in any particular order as well leah being drunk | making a fool of herself | monkey encouraging leah to drink more | monkey winding leah up the morning | captain kimmy & monkey blurb | england call up | media duties with monkey & kyra and continental cup celebrations

the four most current ones at the minute are the glastonbury mini series following onto both parts of whoa, we're going to ibiza I and whoa, we're going to ibiza II then from that its' my most current work which is the the haunting nightmares of the past

i hope this somewhat helps and it's not incredibly confusing to read now - there's more to come for all this so i will update this as and when i can!

and as always if you have any questions about anything then please feel free to continue to ask me anything whether it's anonymous or not, i love answering questions about this chaotic pair! 💗

[fansids]

Shadow of the King Au Art Dump

Since I very rarely get past the sketching phase any presentable art is rare, but I managed to find some for ya'll

Warning for some old ass art:

1. The Stalwart Generals

I spent an ungodly amount of time figuring out the designs, dynamics, and personalities of all of these monkies so I'll be damned if I don't show them first.

The Generals take care of anything SWK is unable to. They are in charge of FFM when he's not present.

Marshal Ma - While technically all the generals are the same rank, Marshal Ma is considered SWK's unofficial second in command. She's calm in every crisis with a very low bs tolerance and is 75% of the reason why the island doesn't fall to chaos every time SWK leaves. She's highly respected by all the inhabitants and can and will break your spine Bane style if the situation calls for it.

Marshal Liu - Mean bisexual. Marshal Ma's sister and the bane of her existence. On duty she takes her role very seriously. Off duty she likes to keep Ma on her toes with her dumbassery. She's easy going, hates clothes, and loves to fight. She has a slightly concerning amount of knives on her person at all times. She is big gay for General Beng.

General Beng - Meaner lesbian. A siamang and the largest and tallest of the generals. She enjoys dressing up, tea (both kinds), and a good party. She has a very short fuse. While her size and strength alone would generally deter anyone from testing her temper, there are always idiots. She can fight, but she knows her Liu would enjoy it more.

General Ba - The youngest of the generals. While she's not shy, she is very quiet. She does not waste her words. But, when she speaks, the others will stop whatever they're doing to listen. She likes to spend her free time in the libraries. Get her in the right mood and she'll argue with you for hours about the most random subjects.

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2. Macaque face evolution

Was trying to get a feel for Macaque's face and how it changes throughout the au. Top right is the youngest, bottom right is the oldest. Bro gets all sorts of messed up from the whole died and resurrection thing and very much looks wrong afterwards.

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3. New fit

Macaque and SWK have the whole cape thing going on, I figured SWK gave Mac one of his own when he was still training under him. I like to think it holds a lot of sentimental value to him since he still wears it in present day but he would rather get his head smashed in again than admit it.

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4. I'm sure this won't come back to bite anyone later

Eeesh. Imagine spending your whole life training to receive and keep the Sun Wukong's attention only for him to casually give it to some random human boy thousands of years later. I mean, Macaque did betray him and everything, but it's the principle.

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5. The Tongbi Gibbon Concepts

One of the four world-wrecking/celestial monkies. My brain was very focused on the whole pulling celestial bodies out of the sky part of her abilities that I made her based around that line.

Don't know if this fit is still canon as she and the Horse Monkey had a large role to play in Shadow of the King, and I'm considering if I should take them out

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Bonus:

I consider the Tongbi gibbon and the Horse Monkey to be older than both Sun Wukong and Macaque in Shadow of the King. The Horse Monkey is the eldest, but the Tongbi's age is nothing to sniff at.

That being said, that does not mean she can't be bought.

Takes place after all the traumatizing shit in SotK

Panel 1

Tongbi: Child, I am an ancient being. I hold the power of gods within me. I was witness to the birth of the Great Sage himself. I have seen nations and empires rise and fall. I have gathered and spent innumerable wealth. Yet you think you can bribe me with 20 yuan?

Panel 2

The host: ...how 'bout 30?

Panel 3

Off-panel (Horse Monkey): TONGBI!!

MK: I thought the nimbus made you airsick

Red Son: Not helping, Noodle Boy

Tongbi: BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!

[bitbot360]

Howdy hey everyone, hope ya doing well. I've to share all of the admins!....well the first four-

anywaysss, I hope you all enjoy the designs I cooked up! I am really proud of em for the most part. Gonna show off these bad boys from youngest to oldest mkay? cool; starting off things hot with the loveable-

Caine! The Dungeon master! And Bubble! The Gazer!

Caine is the youngest out of all 8 of his siblings!(crazy ik). Much like his canon counterpart, he is a very hyper and overzealous caretaker of everyone is his level! He just likes wizards and stuff :D. Bubble is Bubble and does know your internet history, you depraved monster. Next up we have is-

Ayble! The Office Boss! With Nem

And Sis!

Unlike his younger brother Caine, Ayble is a straight laced worker who's prime objective is to keep everything in order. Although he isn't above being snarky to any of his employee's if they have it coming. Nem typically assigned to making sure everyone is well fed with coffee and fast food, while Sis is busy helping Ayble with the business back end side of things. Next we got-

Seph! The Mad Man! With Cubey, Octa and Tetra.

While both of his younger siblings have some level of order, Seph's main thing is causing disorder and chaos! His level is nonsensical with lil rhyme or reason as to why anything happens the way they do. However, with the help of his three main men, he is able to give the people in his realm SOME sort of "adventure to go on"....it usually isn't safe but where's the fun in that? Last but not least we have-

Fami! The Queen Of Decay! with Binker, Sinker, Dinker and Ralph

Fami is the most *inactive* out of all of her siblings, she is often found wondering her level seemingly with no rhyme or reason to what she does. The lil guys™ are usually the ones who interact with the unlucky ones who landed in her level.

Welp! thats all I got for today...any probably for a lil bit. I wanna say again that I hope you all enjoy the four monkeys! I'll be working on the lore so I can at the very least post a wip masterpost so people will know what the fuck this au is even meant to be lol. Until that happens, my ask are open so if you have any questions lmk! I'll answer what I can :D

[mysticmonkie]

So weird question how does the rumble and savage pregnancy/birth even work and how did this even happen?

I don't have any ideas for any actual character to be the other parent for the twins, merely that there was residual energy leftover in Macaque's body from after LBD granted him a portion of her power and that's how Macaque's body decided to expel it.

Think about it, LBD was going to reset not only the mortal world, but all beyond that- Heaven, the Diyu, everything. "A clean slate," as she put it. Being as powerful as she was, and having also taken MK's (thus Sun Wukong's) powers as well, that residual energy would be very potent and full of potentially creative properties. Mix that in with the Six-Eared Macaque's direct connections to the Monkey King, and Mac could be capable of unimaginable power (like chaos) just the same. Trying hard enough, any of these three celestial primates could be capable of creating just about anything imaginable. Whether they create on purpose or by mistake (think MK spiraling in that forest) is another story.

Bonus detail:

Since Rumble and Savage lack another parent to split DNA with, the twins are essentially genetic clones to Macaque. This is why they still have the same six ears instead of the four fan usually give Mac's children. Their different coloration is result of their creation through qi/chi/magic.

Also fun fact: Wukong has only witnessed this occurring one other time in the 2,150+ years he's been alive.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Holy crap! I can only imagine how the Stalwarts are dealing with all this.

You mentioned that they have been keeping an eye on Wukong all these years. Did they know about the mysterious Stone Egg their King took in before his disappearance, or did Wukong keep it secret?

Did they know about the fight that cost their King his memories, or did they find him after the fact once they were informed that he disappeared?

If so then why haven’t they come forward? Why haven’t they said anything? Why are they only here when Peaches already has a new life and family? Why are they only here when he’s having a full blown existential crisis? This is what’s going through Peaches’ head as he’s essentially being info dumped to by these strangers who claim to know him.

No doubt Peaches is feeling so overwhelmed by all of this. So, Dadsy puts his foot down and shoos everyone away because he can see that his eldest is seconds away from a breakdown.

I feel like, despite his grumpy exterior, Pigsy is the more emotionally sensitive parent. He’s not and did not start out perfect, but he has learned read his boys like the back of his hand. Peaches, particularly, he found quite easy to read and understand his quirks and habits. He doesn’t know how, or why they sometimes made his feel strangely nostalgic. Oh, well 🤷

+ bonus anon ask;

The Stalwarts were def panicking when they checked in on their King and found evidence of a scuffle. They knew he had been tending to an odd rock for a while, but they had assumed at first it was a case of him brooding like a hen over a regular stone.

An alarm is sounded off across the Realms when the King fails to return that morning.

Eventually it's Nezha who finds a patch of destroyed woodland just outside of Megapolis, along with scraps of the King's nightclothes and pieces of shell-like rock...

The Stalwarts had debated for a while over whether or not to walk in and claim "Peaches" as their missing brother, but after seeing him with a newborn Stone Monkey and a pair of his Pilgrim brothers reborn, they decided it was better for him to heal where he couldn't be harassed by Heaven or Diyu.

They also made sure to keep the *Amnesia-thing* to themselves. The Celestial Realm nor Wukong's enemies need to know about that. They had found the smell of a suspicious-smelling liquid on the King's clothing scraps.

The Stalwarts take care of the island with it's King away, driving out villains and humans alike to preserve the Monkey King's home.

The four also keep a close eye on their King and future Prince. A gym teacher here, a kind granny there, a grumpy regular here, a market stall owner etc... just to make sure they stay out of world-ending trouble.

Their little brother deserves a happy childhood after all he's been through.

They do reveal themselves however, after the chaos of New Years throws Peaches/Sun Wukong's condition into the limelight. He's not just some kid claiming to be Sun Wukong's successor - he IS Sun Wukong with his memories stolen!

They help his adoptive family with the cleanup around the city, and formally introduce themselves as Peaches' *first* found family. There's a minor panic that they've come to "take him away", but the older monkeys quickly calm that fear - they've been around for a while, and have no interest in ripping their brother from his present troop. They explain their side of the story, and how they felt it would be a kindness to let their little brother live happily and for his little miracle to have a normal childhood. Had they come forward, he would have been immediately recognised and targeted for his condition.

Peaches does get a little overwhelmed by all this lore though, and the Stalwarts take the cue to leave from a concerned Pigsy, promising to continue protecting him and his family from harm. Pigsy appreciates their ability to read the room (unlike Tang, who's been interviewing them for the past hour or so).

They do however joke that Pigsy is now their Dadsy too since he's adopted their baby brother! And MK is now the "baby-est" brother of their little family to spoil! Pigsy grumbles a little at that, but doesn't object. XD

[tellmeallaboutit]

knock knock (Raphael x F!Player)

Chapter 4, In Which You Attend A Very Special Event (Part 2)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

AO3

Chapter 4 (part 2)

TW: bad, very bad, horrible BDSM etiquette, spanking, what could be considered dub-con (protagonist is willing but immobilised), if you are sensitive to dub-con, DO NOT PROCEED, sleep paralysis. 

The waiter led you back to your seat from the restroom, disturbing Raphael's lively conversation in Turkish with someone at a nearby table; in their talk, they repeated the word "ASELSAN", as if calling upon some kind of a devil.

The moment you sat down, the waiter leaned in close and whispered as he set something right before you, "This dish may remind you of the things that scare you". 

No reminder was necessary. The thing that scared you was seated right across from you. 

You cautiously sampled the dish; not so much a bite but more of a gulp. It required a spoon, its formlessness demanded it. Oddly enough, it didn’t taste like cherries or sulphur; it tasted like nothing. Not even dust and ashes, just emptiness. No heaven or hell, no gods or devils, no grand design, no meaning or narrative. Monkey lives, and monkey dies; there's nothing more to it because there was never meant to be anything more. 

It tasted like nothing at all, and you did think that chef conveyed the feeling masterfully - an accomplishment that would likely warrant a four-figure bill, but fortunately, you weren't the one covering it.

"What does it taste like for you?" you asked. "The things that scare you?"

Raphael didn't appreciate the question; his response came after a long pause.

"A cacophony of flavours too complex to describe," he finally answered. "Too chaotic to make sense of."

He was afraid of chaos, of course, ever the control freak. You put the spoon away. Tonight, you were probably getting killed, possibly getting fucked, but one thing was for certain: you wouldn't leave here without feeling hungry.

"So where were we before you left?" Raphael continued nonchalantly, “Theatre of Cruelty isn't about sadism per se, it can be; but must not be. It's about a visceral determination to shatter false realities; to dismantle illusions."

You weren't much of a theatre kid, but in that moment Artaud's philosophy resonated with you in ways it never had before.

“Oh, I get him”, you whispered. “I would love to shatter some illusions as well.”

"I had no doubt that you would understand," Raphael replied, his voice laced with genuine affection. "You possess an artistic flair and a vivid imagination."

“I do”, you nodded. “So vivid I can hear the rustle”.

“The rustle of what?”

“You know what,” you mumbled. His wings. You could feel them fluttering, you could almost outline their shape (could you?) through your blindfold.

Raphael sat across from you with his wings fully extended. Meanwhile, his tail was still misbehaving under the table, prickling against your skin, tickling you, poking against you, goading and provoking you and succeeding at that.  

You couldn't keep going on like this anymore.

That’s it. That’s it, you were personally coming for his bloody tail, wings and horns, you were catching him red-handed, literally so. 

“May I try your dish?”, you said in your sweetest, most seductive voice. 

"Indulge yourself," he said. "What's mine could easily become yours."

Uh-huh.

Pushing yourself up from the chair, you curled your fingers around the table edge to anchor yourself as you navigated the short distance towards where Raphael should have been sitting. 

You stopped just before his seat. Inhaled, exhaled, pausing momentarily before taking the plunge - landing unceremoniously onto his lap. He let out a surprised gasp, a satisfyingly human response to your bold move.

“We could have asked the waiters to switch the plates”, he laughed into your ear, his warm breath tickling you.

“Would you have preferred that?”

He was hard already, almost painfully so (you’d hope painfully so for all the trouble he had put you through), body heat searing even through the thick fabric of his slacks, his bulge pressed against your arse. You couldn't help but imagine it pressing into you, and for a moment, you forgot about what you were supposed to be doing in his lap in the first place. 

"No, I indeed would have not," he confessed, repeating for emphasis: "I would have not."

You made a point of shifting and wriggling all over him until you heard his breath hitch in his throat, and that left you very much satisfied with your newfound power.

Your hand found his and he used it to guide the fork into your mouth.

“How do you like the taste of my fear?”, Raphael asked.

His left hand slightly tugged at your cross. The thing must be annoying him tremendously.

The dish tasted like all the leftovers in the fridge thrown in the pot to make a soup, chaotic, yes, but not disgusting. You weren't going to say that, however. You said, grinning ear to ear, your turn to provoke him now:

“It’s delicious”.

His wings fluttered at your words. You scooted away from his groin as you tried the dish, which he did not seem all too pleased with. He grabbed your hips, the sharp edges of his talons palpable through the fabric of your dress, and pulled you back right onto him 

The layers of fabric that separated the two of you made it difficult to gauge his exact size, but you just knew: he was generously endowed. That was one fact you never questioned. 

Anything else may be up for debate, but not this.

You couldn't help but wonder: what did he look like? You were so curious to see a real-life cambion. Is it like bad CGI or is it like ultra-realistic nightmare fuel?

Your hand slowly found its way to where his wings should have been, and sure enough, they were there.

"Do you know how I feel about the line between reality and fantasy?" Raphael purred in your ear.

His wings quivered under your touch, the raw grain of the leather pulsing under your fingertips as you traced the outline back to his shoulder. You always wondered what they would feel like. Like a rough skinned hide.

They were real. Warm, coarse and real, and he allowed you to touch them. His anatomy doesn't even make sense. How can his back support the weight of his wings? His muscle mass wouldn't be enough. How could he possibly fly?

"There is none. There never was," Raphael continued. "Fantasy bleeds into reality, reality bleeds into fantasy, it's a loop, a circle, an ouroboros. The gap between what we dream of and what we shall do given the opportunity - which we are almost never given -  is non-existent".

He was right about one thing: fantasy bled into your reality; bled all over it.

"I have fantasies that I wouldn't act out in real life," you protested, but not very fervently.

"What might they be?" he asked.

You, for example, you thought and realised that your statement was proving the very opposite of what you wanted it to prove. 

“Oh, many”, you said. “Like… Well, if I could try them out in real life, I would like some…”

You stopped in your words, thinking about your own personal conditions, your limits, your moral compass, and you'd never felt more lost about what those were. 

You struggled to articulate anything coherent. Probably too much wine.

"What would you like, pray tell?" Raphael asked again. "A safety net? Soft and padded escape routes should the monster get too terrifying, too lifelike? Such a scaredy little mouse”.

He was grinding against you at this point: if you ever had any doubt that Raphael wanted you as much as you wanted him, it was gone. 

The 'monster' was becoming frighteningly real and frighteningly hard against you. The things Raphael was saying were undoubtedly all wrong, and you knew you should contradict him, but you could not find the words.

“Says the control freak”, you said. “The ultimate control freak”.

You paused for a moment, wondering if he was familiar with the term "control freak." But then you remembered that he owned two iPhones and drives a car, so he probably was.

"Do not presume to know what I am," Raphael replied icily.

“Oh no, I know exactly who you are,” you protested.

"Is that truly the case, or is it simply a product of your oh-so-vivid imagination?" 

There was such casual, dismissive, cold arrogance in his voice it blinded you even with a blindfold on. How dare he speak to you in such a superior tone with his cock straining against his slacks?

No, you were not fucking imagining things.

Your fingers wrapped around the upper horn, feeling its rough texture and curved shape under your touch. It was massive, making your small palm feel even smaller. You held onto it tightly and gave it a slight squeeze.

He pretended not to notice.

“Caught you by the horn, Raphael,”, you whispered to where his ear should be, and pulled your blindfold down. “Now try to fucking deny that!”.

But there was nothing for him to deny; he didn't have horns at all. Or wings. Or tail, for that matter.

Instead, you were holding onto the curve of his chair, just above his head. The wood was rough and rugged beneath your grip. 

As with all the traps, it was only apparent that it was one after it had already been triggered

Should have checked for the lower horn.

Should have. 

“Oh”, Raphael said in his perfectly human form, still blindfolded, flashing you the most crocodilian smile you’ve ever seen. "Caught you by the hand, you little rule-breaker”.

All the blindfolded people looked exactly your way, as if sirened by his voice, as if tadpoled, possessed by a common will. The murmurs grew louder as the lights flickered back on.

You tried to pull away from him in sheer panic, but Raphael's grip on your wrist tightened before you could fall off his lap.

“You were warned about the rules and yet you chose to break them”, Raphael chided and pulled down his own blindfold. “Tsk-tsk-tsk."

“You made me”, you said. “You provoked me into it”.

"The devil made you do it?" Raphael kept on smiling. "Trick as old as the world itself; believe me, it never worked".

He had a look of pure joy on his face, exactly the same wicked face (you used to think that face was funny, but not anymore) when he declared his victories in the ending, only now he wasn't on your laptop screen, he was inches away from your face.

Then you remembered every debtor in the House of Hope, slowly, one by one, and their punishments. The archivist with the ruptured spine. Ruptured a thousand times. “Because you know how Raphael likes to play”.

At that moment, you wished for a Chinese Great Wall between reality and fantasy. This was real life, real pain, real consequences, your real body, and you only had one. 

Your blood ran several degrees hotter now, sweat poured down your arms.

“Please”, you begged. "Don't kill me. Don't… flay me."

(the very word ‘flay’ seemed so medieval and absurd spoken out loud)

Raphael’s smile widened at your pleas. He squeezed you lightly, in very genuine delight, like a child squeezes his new favourite toy. “Any other requests?”

"Don't break my spine," you whispered, trying to recite the Lord's Prayer in your mind, but from the second line on, your thoughts got all mixed up. 

"Duly noted," he said, swallowing his drink in one gulp and watching you cling to your cross. "I thought you weren't religious. Found your faith now, have you?"

"Will it help?" you asked with a faint hope.

"Well," Raphael tilted his head and grew serious as if he was giving it some actual thought. "Your God is not known for being very helpful. But who knows? Perhaps he will make an exception for you, since you so kindly wore his symbol today."

He shook his head at the last sentence. 

It won't help, you realised and let go of the cross. 

"Put your blindfold back on," Raphael ordered, and you complied immediately. "Ah, such extraordinary speed and obedience! That's a good girl indeed. Ha, Anya, the expression on your face is delightful. You really do enjoy it when I call you that, don't you?"

"I do," you admitted, because you did, and because you desperately wanted to appease him. 

Raphael gave you a kiss on the lips - just a small one, a brushing one, a quick one. You felt his tail flick against your thigh in anticipation. Then he helped you from his lap - his touch surprisingly gentle - to your feet. 

"I will handle this personally," he said to someone in the crowd - presumably the dwarf. "I brought her, she is my responsibility."

"As you wish, R," he replied. "Your kingdom, your rules".

Raphael pushed you towards the stage. He lifted you up onto it with extraordinary ease, as if you were merely a small cat in his arms, when your legs seemed to forget how to climb stairs or move at all.

You didn't resist him; it didn't even occur to you to do so. The security guards weren't there for you, they were there for him, so no help would come from them either. They did not budge, that’s for sure.

No one here would do anything to help you. Let's hope it would be just a public fuck, just a public fuck, just a public fuck, let's pray for a public fuck (no, don't pray to God for that)...

How many people were there? Fifty? With the waiters, sixty? Some of them might know your mother. Colleagues. Neighbours. 

You tripped over something soft, just above your knees. A footrest? A loveseat? What was it? Your fingers traced its surface, trying to decipher its identity by touch alone.

"It's perfectly shaped for you to bend over," Raphael offered you some help. "Something you definitely should bend over."

Slowly, reluctantly, your body obeyed. You sank to your knees and leaned forward, your stomach pressed against the plush fabric, your hands reaching out for stability. You found it on the chair legs - their smooth surface slightly worn from years of use. 

Raphael lifted your dress carefully, taking care not to damage it. Then he slowly pulled your panties down until they rested around your knees (thank God they were so new and pretty). Then he planted a tender kiss on your right buttock, almost chaste in his touch, which was both the hottest and most embarrassing thing you had ever had experienced.

Then he parted your legs slightly. Now he would see that...

He would see that...

"You were really looking forward to your punishment, weren't you? Such a naughty little mouse," he chided. "Was that the very reason you broke my rules?”

A naughty little mouse. In spite of yourself, a smile spread across your face. He finally recognised his true self, and even better, he recognised you. 

You spread your legs a little further. Raphael was standing right behind you, your aching pussy fully exposed to him. 

And everybody else, of course. But you couldn’t see them, hear them, or care less about them. 

Snap.

A sharp sting on your bare bottom that made you gasp in surprise. It wasn't a hand... nor was it a crop... It moved swiftly yet precisely - long and flexible with a pointed end - just what the thing you'd been trying to grab all night had come back for revenge.

You’ve never been whipped, or spanked before. Your exes hadn't been into this sort of play and forcing them into something they were clearly uncomfortable with ruined the whole idea.

You rubbed the spot where the sting still lingered, warmth spreading from it, and for that you got one on the back of your hand.

And another on your calves, another on the bottom of your thighs, another one, this time higher.

And then another.

Each time his tail struck you, you flinched and recoiled in the chair. The initial sharp sting soon gave way to a warm sensation, then heat, and finally a searing burn that slowly engulfed your entire body. 

"Were you looking forward to your punishment, little mouse?" Raphael asked again, his voice a low, soft rumble; like a storm approaching. “Don’t make me ask thrice”. 

Your skin throbbed, burned, but you could tolerate this pain. There was something else beside it. You clutched onto the wooden legs, your hands trembling as you focused on this other feeling. 

Another lash seared across your backside, harder than those before… With this one you realised what you never had a chance to know for sure; that sure; you had been missing out, and terribly so.

You realised that you liked the pain he caused you. No, no; you loved it. Not just the pain; the forbidden, the taboo, the dirty, being bent over dirty in front of a bunch of strangers. So you could not hold back your answer. 

"Yes," you admitted breathlessly, shaking, and after another strike from his whip-like tail, you confirmed it with fervour. "YES! YES!"

A small part of you hated yourself for saying it, but a much larger part agreed wholeheartedly. 

The voices in the darkness laughed.

"Ah, so did I, little mouse," Raphael's words were soft, almost reverent. "I've been looking forward to this, terribly, terribly so." 

His voice became more and more disembodied; it seemed to come from everywhere now. The more he spoke, the more disorientated you became. You felt what he said rather than heard it. 

The tail took another wide swing, now slashing across your thighs, leaving rising welts on the skin. You screamed at the burn, less restrained now, and then you screamed like you didn't give a fuck, because you didn't. 

Your eyes glistened, overflowing with unrestrained tears, your blindfold damp; hot trails down your cheeks, the taste of them salty on your lips. Your body was running hot, hotter, hotter, your clit throbbing to the rhythm of this burning.

You were lost in a red-dark haze; the pain had become a background noise, but you couldn't ignore it. And you didn't want to ignore it, intoxicating and addictive and releasing as it was.

Each sting of the whip sent waves of pleasure through your cunt, causing it to clench and release, leaving a trail of wetness on your thighs. Not an orgasm, or maybe it was; you were no longer sure of anything.

"Elle s'est jouie juste en recevant une fessée?" someone to your left snickered. "Putain Raul, où est-ce que tu trouves ces salopes? Pourquoi je trouve jamais des salopes comme…"

"Ta gueule!" Raphael snapped back, and that someone promptly shut up. “Don’t you dare call her that ever again if you want to live”.

Somebody gasped. 

"Touch me... please..." you whimpered, taking advantage of the pause. "Do anything to me... anything!"

Raphael laughed. 

Your mother would be very proud of you now, a nasty little thought crossed your mind and you shoved it away with utter contempt, just like all the other thoughts that screamed at you that what was happening was obscene and obscenely wrong.

"I will, oh, I will," he said. “All in due time. Allow me to help you," he reached out and grabbed your waist, pulling you to your feet. "The most exciting part of dinner is about to commence."

Raphael reached down to your knees. His fingers brushed the delicate lace of your panties, and in a teasingly slow motion he began to pull them up.

It was the opposite of what you had imagined to be the exciting part.

"What part?" you asked, making another pained, pitiful sob, fully determined to pity him into fucking you.

His hands moved from your waist to straighten your dress, tucking it neatly into place before smoothing down any wrinkles. Your knees were red, and aching from the hardwood floor. You could not see anything, but you were sure your arse was a tapestry of criss-cross red marks.

"Why, dessert, of course," he breathed out with anticipation. "We're about to be served dessert! Let's cross our fingers for chocolate mousse; I've got quite the craving."

You waited, hoping it was a sexual metaphor, though you did not want to think any further about what exactly that metaphor was supposed to stand for.

As he led you back to the table, hand around your waist to guide you, you realised it wasn't. You weren't going to get fucked, at least not right away, which was a far more bitter disappointment than finding out he didn't have horns. 

Raphael was referring to the actual dessert, which he was very much looking forward to. He put you back in your chair as your arse screamed in pain and your pussy screamed in overwhelming need. 

Then he sat down opposite you. The cloth rustled; his blindfold was back on.

And then he continued.

"Pray tell, where was I? Ah yes, the most scandalous fact of all is that there existed but a single - can you imagine, a single! - production in the entirety of the 20th century inspired by Arnaud," Raphael said as the dessert plates descended onto the table. "It bore the title of The Persecution and Assasination of Jean-Paul Marat..."

He said it in one sentence, one bloody sentence, one run-on sentence, without pausing to breathe. 

"...as performed by the inmates of the asylum of Charenton under the direction of the Marquis de Sade..."

The only saving grace in this situation was that the dessert smelled absolutely delicious.

“…staged by Peter Weiß in post-war Germany, early sixties, I believe…”

You nodded and picked up your spoon. Sweet and tangy and oh-so-delicious creamy cherries - you couldn't help but moan in pure bliss, actually moan, and swallow it down with the rest of your pride, sanity and common sense.

What was there left to be embarrassed about?

“…shortly known as “Marat / Sade”. Oh, my dear, you are quite enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

"I am in fucking heaven," you exclaimed with a laugh. 

Raphael cleared his throat at your use of profanity.

You devoured the dessert with gusto, each spoonful better than the last, until there was nothing left but an empty plate and the lingering taste of cherry mousse on your lips.

If it was socially acceptable at a restaurant like that, you would have asked for seconds (not that anything you did here had been appropriate).

“Remove your blindfolds”, the dwarf commanded, and you ripped yours from your face as soon as you heard the verb remove.

As your eyes adjusted to the light, they landed on what was left of your plate. 

Nothing. You had eaten it all, licked it clean.

But on Raphael’s plate, who was sitting right across from you in his human form, about to light another cigarette (oh, now that you saw it, it was actually a cigar), on Raphael's plate... there was still something.

Your stomach cramped and hurt at the sight. 

Cherry red and sticky and slimy and full of texture and mass and shape and... 

And very much like...Very much like......brain tissue...

Which was... 

It was...

You mean ....

***

"What happened?" you asked, your voice groggy.

Your head was nestled in Raphael's lap, his fingers gently stroking through your hair, the soft hum of the car's engine lulling you back to sleep.

"Ah, piccola," Raphael exhaled with an amused sigh, "you decided to take a little nap after the cherry pudding”. 

You were sprawled on the plush leather back of a car, not the one you came in; some other limousine, whatever it was.

"It wasn't the cherry pudding." Your gaze flicked to the front of the vehicle where the driver sat, a dark shadow against the dashboard lights. "I saw something...like brains..."

"My bad, if I knew you were such an impressionable sort, I would have taken you elsewhere," Raphael said. His hand continued to gently stroke your head. "The dish presentation was a bit on the extravagant side, I agree, but trust me, no one was serving us prion diseases."

Maybe they were, maybe they weren't. You were too dazzled to argue anyway.

Raphael was back in his Raul persona. The change was slight, but it was there, in the timbre of his voice, in the movements - more businesslike, more impatient, more "my time is more valuable than yours", with a very slight Italian inflection at the end of sentences.

"I hope you still enjoyed our evening together as much as I did."

"Unforgettable," you said as you rubbed your aching bottom.

"Interesting choice of word," he muttered, gazing out the window with a humanly troubled expression. "I wouldn’t say that, but it was delightful, and hopefully one of many to come."

You felt too sleepy to ask to make any sense of what he was saying - was he saying the evening was delightful, but forgettable? Huh?

Nevermind. Lost in translation, probably.

"Where are we headed?" you asked instead, snuggling closer to him and closing your eyes.

"I'm taking you home," he answered. "That's what I promised you."

***

Less than an hour later, you were standing at the door of your apartment, which you had said goodbye to not so long ago, but which you now wished you did not have to see again so soon. 

You leaned against it and looked at Raphael. 

He looked thoughtful, his eyes a dark, glistening honey, the white shirt a little less tightly pressed now, but still tugging at his tanned skin, a thin gold chain around his neck.

In the half-light of the corridor, he looked particularly imaginary. The look suited him. 

What a handsome man, you marvelled. And yet fictional enough that you wanted him to kiss you, despite, well... despite who he was. 

What more could you lose? Your old life was gone the moment he called you a naughty little mouse from the screen.

"I brought you home safely," Raphael said. "I recall I promised to kiss you good night as well”.

You opened your mouth and were about to take a step towards him, but he was faster. He pinned you against the door of the flat. His stubble burned your face and his lips and mouth and skin tasted of tobacco and cherries and expensive leather. Hot and wet and smokey.

You kissed him as voraciously as you had ever kissed anyone before, real or imagined. Your fingers were tugging at his hair, tugging so hard it had to hurt. The skin on the back of his neck was so soft, so unlike him. His tongue was deep in your mouth, ready to plunge straight down your throat and choke you. 

If that's what he wanted, why the hell not?

The only thing you really wanted from him was for him to be as obsessed with you as you were with him. The rest, all the rest, you could live with, learn to live with. The things he might or might not have done, the debtors, the crimes, they weren't real enough anyway, at least not yet. 

That kiss was. You moaned against his mouth, his tongue pushing into your mouth until all you tasted was him, all you breathed was air from his lungs, all you felt was what he felt and what he wanted. 

Then, Raphael pulled away from you, and you wanted to slap him for it, and for a second you seriously believed you would. 

He took a step back, looking both annoyed and defeated and confused, adjusting the gold watch on his wrist. 

"There are certain rules I cannot ignore," he said. "I trust you understand."

There was no rule against fucking on the first date, NO SUCH FUCKING RULE, you wanted to scream at him, and if there was, it had been abolished and overruled long ago, and you didn't understand shit - but instead all that escaped your lips was an almost inaudible "Yes".

"Good," he coldly replied, before bidding you good night and letting the darkness of the staircase swallow him whole.

***

"back home all good," you texted your mum, and within three seconds you got a 'God bless' back, and then a whirlwind of other messages you didn't read.

Your laptop was still wide open, glowing brightly in the darkness of the room. Missed messages, pop-ups, a couple of flashing notifications in the bottom right-hand corner. 

You slammed it down.

Then you took off your clothes and jewellery, your cross, earrings and rings, everything, because everything itched and scratched and yearned and frustrated. Your skin felt like it was on fire, slick with sweat and saliva from his kisses. 

You lay down on your bed and buried your face in the pillow to escape the oppressive heat. It was April, wasn't it? 

Feels like the middle of August.

Exhaustion washed over you, wave after wave, but you didn't want to give in, because you had to think about what had happened, but you couldn't because your brain was melting. So you drifted off to sleep. And as you drifted, just as you were about to drift, a sensation that hadn't bothered you for years crept all over your body.

You recognised it very well. It was unmistakable; once you know it, you know it forever.

The sleep paralysis. 

Your muscles loosened, and your body relaxed as your heart raced in your chest. You took short, sharp breaths. Then a sense of inevitable doom flooded over you.

Your body betrayed you, stuck between dreaming and being awake, betrayed you and left you paralysed and at the mercy of him who you knew was standing in this room right next to your bed. 

Even without smelling the stench of sulphur, you would have sensed his presence like an animal senses a predator.

"I almost forgot, my darling mouse, my apologies," Raphael said. "I did not see to it that you had the sweetest dreams”.

A clawed hand landed beside the pillow your face was plastered to. You stared at it; viscerally real, five long, sharp black talons. Huge. Right beside your pillow and within arm's reach of the bed stand where you had discarded your jewellery (and your cross).

Then you felt his mass settle on you, pressing your prone body into the mattress; heavy, hard, burning hot, and very masculine in its arousal. So hot that you imagined little clouds of smoke rising from him into the air.

"Do not be afraid," Raphael said as he planted hot kisses along the nape of your neck and across your back. "As I have promised, you need not fear me, not me, never me."

You could feel him pushing your knees apart. He rose up and positioned himself behind you, easing between your legs, his shaft rubbing against your slick folds. 

His tail wrapped all around your right leg, as if to protect and hold you close.

You would buck your hips against him, you would moan if you could, to show him how much you wanted him, wanted this, but you couldn't move or make a sound. 

"Just look at you, my needy and desperate little human, my, my, mine" Raphael said with pure admiration, his talons stroking your still aching backside, his forked tongue licking you as if you were the most delicious of all treats. "What an exquisite sight you are. Tell me, does it feel good to finally lie beneath me?”

If you could tell a thing, you would tell him that good was not the right word; divine was the word, blasphemous as it was. 

You felt his thighs press inward, heavy and sure and inescapable.

"You will understand everything in time, I promise," Raphael whispered in your ear. "There are rules we must play by for now. I have not made them, or things would be very different between us.”

Yes, yes, whatever you say, I'll play by your rules, fuck-me-just-fuck-me, you thought, and he granted your wish; you felt the head of his cock push you apart and push into you, and you felt as if this, not any moment before, was the end of all the life you had lived before. 

Every moment felt like a century. It took a millennium for his cock to slide all the way into your pussy, and even though it was too big to fit comfortably, it fit just perfectly.

"Aren't you lovely?" Raphael cooed, his body pressing you into the mattress. "Aren't you so sweet to me? So accommodating, so soft, so deliciously pliant."

He went gentle at first, slow and methodical strokes, not abrupt or hard as you'd feared (or hoped), and you would have screamed if your throat wasn't dead, screamed in bliss, but instead you lay perfectly still under his massive weight, perfectly happy to be suffocated this way, a burden you were always meant to bear.

So many times you've had to fake excitement, moans, orgasms, and the one time you really didn't have to fake anything, you couldn't do anything, all you could do was lie there and enjoy the sensation of being taken. 

It felt so good to be so naked and so helpless. You hoped he liked being inside you as much as you liked having him inside you, because you'd gladly spend every evening of your life lying beneath him.

You listened to his breath, how it quickened with each plunge of his cock, his low grunts, the beads of sweat trickling down your skin, his or yours, you were not sure. 

He thrust in and out of you and you wanted to rub your clit so badly. You never came just from a cock without rubbing your clit. Some women just can't, you read it, not wired that way, not built that way. 

“Do not doubt yourself. I know better what you're capable of; you would be surprised. I will show you."

He picked up the pace now, his hips rolling against your backside, testing the limits of how hard you could take it; the limit being as hard as he wanted to give it to you. 

You were so eager for this orgasm, so sure it would be mind-shattering (what was there left to shatter?), so sure it would be the way it was always supposed to be, the way it was promised to you in all those stories and movies, but it never was quite that. 

Each thrust brought that promise closer. He hovered over you on one elbow; the claws of his other hand tickled your side, from the edge of your thigh to the outline of your breast. 

"You've already done so much for me, my little mouse, and you've done so well. Opened the door to this wonderful, powerful world," Raphael said, but his words suddenly lost all meaning except for the fact that it was his voice and he was moving on top of you. "I owe you a thanks and I do promise to repay you in kind."

Then it came, it came, his cock bringing it to you, drilling it into you, thrusting it into you, pushing it into you, giving it to you, that foamy heaviness building to an explosion of pure distilled pleasure. 

There you were, in its eye, feeling the violent trembling of your legs, drenched in a pool of sweat forming beneath you, your drool on the pillow, orgasm twisting your insides into a knot. 

In that moment, right there, everything clicked into place and you finally got it.

Why everything revolved around sex, or its promise, or its danger. Why people wanted to ban it, shut it down forever, exorcise it, control it, and how terribly right they were (and how terribly wrong).

Why it's all about that.

The veil that hung over the world was pushed inwards, and you started seeing things that were not there, yes, but also the things you could not see before.

You were falling into a very dark, very black and very long abyss, euphoric, life-altering - and life-threatening - and you hoped that this fall would never end, but it did end, it ended in blackness, in nothingness, except for the last words:

"But know this, my little mouse

your work for me

is not yet 

done”.

[newkatzkafe2023]

ITS MEEEE IM BACK WITH THE MILK!! THIS ADHD GIRL BACK :33

An S/O (Female) of the Monkey King's (Like reader is girlfriend of the different Monkey Kings), who acts and haves the personality of the first chapter of bfb like FOUR from Bfdi, but they have the same behaviour that Four once had when they made their first appearence in the show, yk, Powerful, Literally Destroys and screechs everything that just breathes the air in a slightly wrong way. How each one will react?

I literally love Four and X and i had to make an request about something similar to Four.

God... i imagine how troublemaker and powerful the Reader willbe with the powers of four, yet they dont know it since they are too dumb to realize (like four)

I love bfdi (Battle for dream island) <333

BTWW HII!! ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE I REQUESTED AND SRRY, I WAS STUCK PLAYING COOKIE RUN AND STUFF...

______ (literally an interaction)

Random ahh person: "Y/N can you quit your shenanigans and help-"

*The reader lit screeches and makes them pass out*

*Wukong looking all the interaction and how their girlfriend just screeches everyone who even exists in a wrong way*

"D:"

I watched some of this and it's Hilarious and I love his character already🤣

(Lmk Wukong) this is totally him when he has to deal with you. You guys meet in the JTTW and immediately something was very unusual about you. When he aggressively Confronted you the first the thing you did was Screech at him and he woke up on the floor. He was then after that very weary of you after that. Strange things happened around Us in the group after that people even made a legend around us. Even to this day he still doesn't quite get you and your aura but he loves you for it although to the outside looking in people can sense that their is something dark about you for example Macaque and Sandy.

(MKR Wukong) Yooooooooo your Marriage is so Chaotic and Unusual that you make him For once want to be a responsible person. Your antics are so unpredictable that even The monk doesn't know your next mood. And you have stun people with your Screeching and it was funny until it happened to him. And more weird things have happened around you such as stretching your limbs, you bing able to manifest out of thin air and warp and mutilate demons from a distance. You love scaring both Pigsy and Sandy but you love Wukong and Fruity. But There is very dark thing about you and it worries the monk even after the journey.

(HIB Wukong) You....You are a terrible influence to both Luier and Silly girl Especially Silly girl. Silly girl screeches alot thanks to you and Luier is asking even more questions then ever with every Chaotic phenomena and he has to find some way to deal with it. But on the bright side You care very much for him and the kids but he always finds some interesting about you and it frightens and enlightens him.

(NR Wukong) Chaos Chaos CHAOS PEOPLE🤯🤯🤯. Wukong is tamed compared to you. From your Random Screeching to you weird quirks and abilities to the crazy sh*t you say and ask and do. He loves it but it slowly starts to disturb him because you seem to be unaware of what you can do and of what happens around you. And he if starts to get Careful and cautious of you well.... that's when Li and Su become alarmed by you as well.

(Netflix Wukong) He can match your energy like a puzzle piece. He quickly learns that you love to play games and are quite the free spirit and the best part is you never judge him on what he says and do. In fact you totally encourage it but Lin quickly points out our rather unusual life. We of course never give her a Straight answer on to what's going on but she's worried and a little suspicious of you. But As for Wukong he loves spending every day with you and loves your quirky self Sure he can do without the screeching , but he doesn't want you to ever change.

[cherllyio]

MK goes apeshit - three four short stories of how MK goes Apeshit

Story 2 - Prolouge: Erlang vs MK

IMPORTANT: you dont need to read story 1 to understand this

Hundreds of years ago Erlang had fought a demon.

A demon which had brought chaos and destruction to the heavens.

A demon which had stolen their peaches, wine and hurt so many of their own, while everyone had helplessly watched.

Everyone, expect Erlang.

He had fought the demon and won, made It crawl beneath his feet until it enably had gotten trapped under a mountain by The Buddha himself.

Erlang had been praised, especially by his uncle, The Jade Emperor, and everything had seemed to be of order again.

Yet now… it was happening again, and of course by the same godamn demon’s successor…

 …

Erlang must say though, he was fooled too.

He had after all met the that same “successor”, the one they called “MK”.

The first time he had come across him was in The Celestial Realm.

Like everybody else there, Erlang was there because of the Jade Emperors recent passing, but more importantly, what they were to do with The Jade Emperors powers. Maybe the distractions from that were why he hadn’t seen what that a monster it truly was…

Sure, Erlang, had heard rumors about a supposed “Successor to The Monkey King”, but that’s all he thought it was, Rumors.

Yet, there he had been, standing and talking to his mentor.

It had taking him by surprise that the great sage would have a successor, based on past experiences with him. But the thing that shocked him the most was how “normal” the kid was. He just looked like any other hyperactive mortal fanboy; he hadn’t even bothered wearing something proper for this very serious event. He looked incredibly out of place and everyone there knew it.

Judging looks and quiet gossip would be spoken when he walked past, but would quickly die out again, when the great sage would quickly walk past right after.

Erlang did though have one conversation with him… and that sure was interesting…

It wasn’t because of what the “Kid” had said, but more about what he had “done”. He didn’t even know if “successor” was aware of it himself, but Erlang could feel the very fate of universe shifting and rotating as they were speaking.

And in the middle of it… “MK”.

Owing to that fact Erlang had tried to use hid third eye, yet it only gave him back something even more confusing.

Something… shifting. Like a clock that keeps ticking forward but will never show the same time again.

As mentioned earlier, it might had been because of the situation he had met “MK” in, that he hadn’t reacted sooner….

Because now, he was standing in front of that same “Kid”, sword in hand and with an army of celestial of warriors behind him.

Now they called him “The Harbinger of Chaos”, a much more fitting name if Erlang must say.

A thousand of meter tall monkey demon, whom “was able to change the very fate of the universe”, they said through quiet gossips filled with fear.

Erlang didn’t fear him though.

And oh, how he would regret that…

_______________________

Short Summary - "What the FUCK Wukong, you had a CHILD?!"

Story 1 - The Traitor

Story 2 - Prolouge: MK vs Erlang

Story 3(work in process) - Erlang VS The Harbinger of Chaos

I decided to change it into 4 short stories, instead of 3, since i realised that MK's and Erlangs dynamic is too interesting NOT to talk about.

[butyou-callmewhenyourebored]

Ross MacDonald Imagine

Summary: In which you and Ross have always been in love and the boys are just waiting for the two of you to realise. Loosely based off the prompt “Did you really think we didn’t know you two were together.”

Warnings: Swearing, a bit of vulgar language. Insinuating towards sexual themes in parts. Tiny bit of actual smut somewhere in there. minors dni Mentions of an actual name near the end to avoid the use of y/n you guys will just have to deal with it or imagine your own name yourselves.

Author's Note: I know this has taken me for fucking ever to finish. But you will be delighted to know or maybe not if you think it's shit. But this fic is over 18K words. I'm so in love with this man it is very easy to write for him. So enjoy! x

p.s if you guys could help think of a title for this little number that would be great!

Word Count: 18.5K

Growing up with international pop stars always sounds great from an outside perspective until you see them once in a blue moon. Sure it’s all glamorous parties, fancy events and VIP passes when they’re in town but honestly you’d rather just be on the sofa in your house with your best friends. Too many bodies, not enough space for bums and being all up in each other’s personal space whilst you nurse the hangovers you know you’re all too old to be having at your big age. But that wasn’t the case when your best friends toured the world two years at a time before they even got chance to come home and invade your space for a measly few hours, a couple of days at the most before they ventured off back to the rest of their lives.

You couldn’t really remember life without the boys. Having grown up with them in Cheshire, you had all gone to the same school and you were in the same year as Matty and Ross so you had pretty much gone your entire life with them in at this point. A lot of your friends from school had come and gone but the five of you collectively had weathered everything together. You loved the four of them so much, they were apart of your very being and the fact you didn’t see them nearly as much as you would ever like, hurts your soul too much to handle.

You of course in your own line of work were successful; both of your careers crossing paths due to Matty’s request and what Matthew wants, Matthews gets! Not that you’d ever say no him, which will probably be your downfall at some point. Whilst they were off becoming the best band in the world and building their fanbase, you were excelling in your chosen career path within styling, specifically mens grooming. And after a little bit of a drunken ramble from Matthew after your career highlight of grooming the Arctic Monkeys’ for their AM era, he asked you to come to LA to help kickstart their ilwys era because let’s be honest there was no styling during self titled whatsoever!

If you thought travelling the world with the Arctic Monkeys was your career highlight, Matty pretty damn made sure that the 75 were your only favourite northerners after that. Which was cute if you didn’t know the boy like the back of your hand, that and the fact Hann had let it slip over a brew one day that he was jealous of the Yorkshire men for “stealing you away!” There was no secrets between you and the lads, you guys were as close as friends could be. You were family.

You and Ross had always been naturally drawn to one another; especially as the band grew at rapid speed, you centred the boys, always there with a home truth to humble them when their head’s got too big. Not that Ross ever needed humbling, but you quickly became his (thier) piece of home when he (they) missed the simplicity and quietness of Cheshire whilst they was on the other side of the world. But then you also both became each other’s person when in a crowded room. Your eyes meeting and automatically knowing what the other needed; if that was another drink, a dance or to be saved from the chaos of the crowds of people or an escape plan. You had each other’s back, always.

You weren’t entirely sure when you and Ross fell in love with one another but to quote John Greene “It was like falling asleep; slowly and then all at once.”

2013

The boys had finally released their debut album and the five of you were currently sat in the boys’ tiny shared flat as you waited to see where they had charted. The countdown was on and they were quickly itching towards the top three on the album charts. There was a bottle of champagne you had bought waiting on the coffee table, the small static radio playing in the corner on the shelf above the tv. Radio 1’s album chart show recapping the rest of the top ten had you squeezing both Ross and Matty’s hands tightly as you waited in anticipation.

“And coming in at number two this week is a new entry from Nine Inch Nails with Hesitation Marks which means debuting at number one this week is The 1975 with their debut self titled album!”

The choked out gasp/squeal that came out of your mouth was quickly over powered by the sheer noise of the screams from the boys who were now jumping around their living room in celebration. Pulling your hands from your face, where they were covering your mouth in shock; Ross pulled you up from the sofa and instantly wrapping you up in his arms before spinning you round in what little room they had in the living room to begin with as you squealed in excitement.

Before you could really soak up what was happening; Matty was pulling you out of Ross’ arms and jumping on you like a toddler on a sugar high before pressing his lips against yours with pure adrenaline! Just about catching the two of you, Ross held on to your shoulders to make sure you both didn’t end up on the floor as you started cackling at their lead singer’s behaviour before he headed off to hug the others.

You couldn’t breath as Matty squeezed you tightly. A soft giddy chant of “We did it! We did it! We did it!” In your ear as he jumped in your arms.

“You did it!” You confirmed with a grin; holding him by the shoulders so you could see his face properly, your eyes glimmering as tears of pure pride and happiness threatened to spill. Pure elation etched across his face as he pulled you into him again.

“Dude! Stop hogging her! It’s my turn!” George came bumbling past everything in his way and ripping you from his grasp and into his own.

Jumping into the drummers arms; you clung on like a koala as you hugged him tightly, a singular arm reaching out behind you, you made a grabbing gesture towards the guitarist. Adam immediately wrapped his hand up in yours and pulled himself towards the pair of you, trapping you between the pair. Catching a glimpse of you sandwiched between his mates, Matty instantly made his way towards you, Ross hot on his heels to join you in a group hug.

“I’m so fucking proud of you. This just proves that all your hard work has finally paid off and everything that I’ve thought about you four is true. The rest of the country is just finally catching up!” Your eyes flitted between your four boys that you were currently sandwiched between, bright smiles reaching all of their eyes as they stared back at you warmly. “Okay stop! Or I will start fucking crying and we haven’t even started drinking yet!”  You cackled loudly. “Speaking of… I think it’s time to open that bottle, don’t you think?”  

“Matthew. The honours!” You smirked.

Jumping out of your personal space and into action, the boys all gave you a little breathing room as you jumped down from George’s arms, just as Matty snatched the bottle of Champagne off the coffee table and giddily ripping off the protective wrapping. Shaking the bottle as he popped the cork, the bubbly starting to spray over you all as he continued to shake it in celebration.

“All right that’s enough! That was expensive! I’d like to have at least one glass you twat!”  You scorned before reaching for mix match wine glasses the boys had acquired over their time in the flat. 

Two wine glasses, one champagne flute, a tumbler and a ‘worlds best dad mug’ which you weren’t entirely sure where it had come from to be honest but the assortment of drinking attire made you grin and it was so quintessentially them that you didn’t care that one of you was about to drink champagne from a chipped mug to celebrate their album going to number one. You just made a mental note to buy them a set for when their second went to number one instead!

It was several hours later and the group of you were severely drunk, the boys stoned after passing round a joint as you celebrated the boys getting to number one with their debut. You knew that the record label would throw them a bigger fancier party another time but you couldn’t think of anything more perfect than getting pissed in the flat with them.

You were currently deep in a heated discussion with Matty about his love for you and how he hates that you’ve already been stolen away from them. You felt like it was useless to try argue with a pissed Matty but as he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer so he could really get into the topic. If you weren’t as pissed as you were, you probably would have laughed at his persistence.

“Babe.” Matty’s whine; actually caused the smirk to spread across your face. “You’re going to leave again and that stupid handsome bastard is going to knock us off the top spot and then you’re going to be swanning round the world with them when you should be with us.”

“Matty love.” You grabbed onto the hand that was resting on top of your thigh. “I couldn’t give a shit if they get number one next week.” You reached up to grab hold of his face when he grumbled into his wine glass. “What I care about is the fact you just got a number one debut album! I am so fucking proud of each and every one of you because you deserve every bit of praise that you’re going to get from this because you’re so fucking talented.” 

You turned round to face the other three boys. “You have worked your arses off for the past ten years to get to this moment. And your debut album is the number one album in the country! Do you understand how insane that is! My best friends have a number one album. That’s mental!” You then reached behind you, blindly grabbing onto Ross. “If they get number one next week? Cool. It’s just another number one to them, they probs won’t even care as much as they did the first time. But you could be number one for three weeks or you could have charted at number eight tonight and I would still have been just as proud as I am right now. Do you understand me?” Your voice firm as you looked Matty directly in the eye, his lip quivering a little as he nodded at your praise.

“Good. Now go get the shots in before I fucking cry again!”

Shoving your legs off of him, Matty rushed into the kitchen to grab something to pour whatever liquor he could find into so you could carry on celebrating. This was the thing, you hadn’t been working with the Monkeys very long but with their established career you’ve noticed that the events you’ve been invited to since you had been with them were all big industry parties where they had to talk to the big wigs and fake interest in everything everyone had to say. There was always work chat happening around you, cameras flashing and people in overly expensive outfits. Nothing was an intimate affair.

You’d rather do this. Passing a joint around the living room, getting wine drunk and curled up against your best friend (any of them will do) but it was currently the bassist who’s hands were rubbing circles against the top of your thigh, your legs draped over his as you conversed in whispers as the tiredness started to seep into your bones. 

You could see it in his eyes too, yours flashing towards the clock on the fireplace. The hands striking 02:10, the realisation making the yawn press its way out of you and setting off a rippling effect as you watched Ross and then Hann yawn too. Snuggling further into Ross’ side, your head on his shoulder. You pressed a sleepy kiss to the crook between his neck and collarbone, mumbling the words “So proud of you.” Against his skin.

You felt a kiss pressed to the top of your head as he whispered; “So I’ve heard. Thanks sweetheart means a lot.” Before he announced he was taking you to bed to the rest of the boys and sweeping you off your feet and carrying you to his room where you fell asleep next to him but woke up warmly in his arms.

2015

Since the release of their debut album; your boys had been on a world tour and away from you way too long! You had also been travelling the world with the Monkey’s and experiencing tour life yourself and as much as you loved the Yorkshire men and the time you had spent with them since meeting them in early 2013. You really did miss your best friends and the moment the five of you had both finished your respective tours, you wanted nothing more than to be with them and be needy as fuck by not leaving their side until they physically had to prise you off them but luck wasn’t on your side.

It felt like that it was never going to happen when the boys were off on holiday and going straight into the studio as soon as tour was over for them. FaceTiming the boys with the time difference was always awkward and it wasn’t the same. Until Matty called you asking  (read begging) you to come work with them as they started on their new album campaign. Your suitcase was packed quicker than you could say ‘The 1975’ you were now stood in the departure lounge ready to head to Los Angeles to see the boys. You looked down to see your phone was ringing once more for the fourth time that day. Matty’s face flashing up on your screen. Again.

“Matthew.”  You sighed, pressing your phone to your ear.

“You’re still coming aren’t you? Please say you’re coming?” Matty started rambling as you moved further down the queue, literally heading towards the plane as you struggled to get a word in edge ways.

“Matty love. I’m literally getting on the plane right now. Calm down. You’re going to see me in eight hours and then you can annoy me all you want in person.”

“I won’t annoy you I promise. I’m just anxious and I really want you here.”

“Sweetheart. I actually encourage you to be annoying. I’ve missed you. All of you so  so much. I can’t wait to be annoyed by you.”

“You’re going to regret saying that.” Matty sighed out a relieved laugh.

“Hmmm. I’m sure I will but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Look I really have to go. I’ll see you soon okay.”

“Okay. See you soon. Love you.”

“Love you too dickhead!” You laughed; passing the crew member your passport and ticket before heading down the tunnel, ready to be reunited with your boys.

When you touched down in the city of Los Angeles; the crowds of people and seemingly paparazzi that were swimming around LAX was giving you anxiety and sending your stress levels through the roof but when you saw Jamie stood holding a sign that had your childhood nickname ‘Mouse’ scrawled in Matty’s messy penmanship your heartbeat slowed down again as you quickened the pace, embracing the man in front of you.

“Boys wanted to come. Especially Matty but I didn’t want him to cause a scene. Thought you might not appreciate it after a long flight.”

“Thanks. As much as I love them, I’d rather not smell like plane when I see them too!”  You let out a laugh as you both made your way out of the airport, your bigger suitcase in Jamie’s hand whilst you wheeled your smaller one towards the car.

Upon jumping in the back; you barely had any time to collect yourself or close the door before you were being attacked. Securely trapped underneath the body of whoever was already in the car, you spared a glance up at them once you had collected your breathing after your unsuspected heart attack to find Matty grinning down at you. Mirroring his grin; a cackle erupted from your chest as his curls tickled you as he repeated pressed kisses all over your face like an over excited puppy.

“Okay that’s enough. Jesus!” You finally managed to push him off you with a laugh just as Jamie jumped in the front.

“Buckle in kids! Not setting off until belts are on. No accidents on my watch!”

“Yes Dad!” The pair of you replied in sync. You and your curly haired best mate shared a side eyed glance before bursting into giggles as Jamie pulled out of the airport car park with a shake of his head, just as he launched into explaining that the boys refused to let you stay in a hotel so he was dropping you off at their rented house and he’d let the boys explain sleeping arrangements etc once you had settled in.

“Really fucking missed you mate.” Matty mumbled; snuggling his head into the side of your neck, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Me too. Can’t wait to squeeze the boys.”

“Yeah, they weren’t too happy I got to come to the airport but what are they going to do?” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Fuck all is what they’ll do!”

“I’m so happy you’re here, I can feel my anxiety slipping away already.” He hummed. “You’re not going back to those other northerners. You’re ours.”  Matty spoke softly as he played with your fingers, the sweetness outweighing his very obvious jealousy.

“All yours love.” 

You smiled softly at him, pressing a kiss to the top of his curls before riding silently back to the house that would become your home for the next however long you were in LA. When you entered the house; Jamie and Matty close behind with your suitcases you had barely made it into the entryway before George was barrelling towards you and sending you both tumbling to the floor. You let out a groan as you felt the weight of George’s gigantic frame on top of you.

“Missed you so much bitch!” He whispered in your ear as he squeezed you tight, pressing a sloppy kiss to the side of your face.

“Missed you too G! But fuck I think you’ve just broke my back!” You groaned; wiggling under his weight to try dismiss some of the pain that was now coursing through you.

“Yeah I did!” George grinned and that was the moment you knew it was time to push him off you before you actually had chance to knock the annoying smirk off his face.

“God I hate you!” You exclaimed as you reached out to grab Hann’s awaiting hand, the giant sassing you right back that he knew you definitely didn’t, as Adam pulled you into a much more respectable greeting. Hugging you warmly before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek and telling you he’s missed you loads, you squeezed him back tightly just as Ross came into view.

Stepping out of Hann’s arms; you shared a look of fondness with the bassist, the two of you beaming before sprinting into his arms where he squeezed you so tight you thought you might pop but you didn’t care because you with back with your favourite person (people). Wrapping your arms around his neck; you couldn’t help but sigh a deep sigh of happiness as you revelled in the warmth of Ross’ arms.

“God I’ve missed you so much.” Ross whispered in your ear.

“I’ve missed you more.” You whispered back.

“Impossible!” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before you abruptly turned in his arms to face the rest of the band and demanding a tour of your new abode.

Sleeping arrangements at the house; were that you were a bedroom short and no matter how much you told them you were fine with staying somewhere else and many arguments about how you were definitely not allowed to sleep on the sofa. You had admitted defeat; knowing you were never going to win and you were going to take it in turns sharing. Not that you minded; you guys were family. You had all shared tighter spaces and definitely worse spaces than a king sized bed in a luxurious house in Los Angeles. You were positive you would survive sharing with the band during your stay. Although Matty’s snoring was the one thing you were dreading when it came to Matty’s turn to share.

You had spent the first week sharing with Ross. Absolute bliss; he was clean, he opened up space in his wardrobe so you didn’t have to live out of your case and made space in his drawers for all your socks and underwear, he always let you choose what you watched before bed and was the best person to snuggle. You almost felt bad about not wanting to spend the next week with George! But as soon as you found out that Ross was more than willing to welcome you back for the rest of your duration after your week apart. You were quick to move back in with the bassist and that’s where you stayed much to your needy friend Matthew’s dismay.

The first week of being in LA was catching up with the boys, lying by the pool and catching a much needed tan that you couldn’t acquire back home and sitting in the studio whilst the boys work and doing nothing but admire them doing the thing you always loved the most. Watching them create magic. Then you were in back to back meetings with the band, Jamie and their team about the look they were wanting go for in terms of visuals for all their music videos and promo shots etc. It was something you were very excited about and couldn’t wait to start working on with them.

Love Me had been decided on the first single and you were currently on set and setting up everything you needed in terms of making sure the boys looked their absolute best. You were currently in the process of trying to tame George’s hair but neither your gentle giant nor his hair were cooperating when it came to sitting still.

“I swear to God. If you don’t sit still. I’m going to punch you so fucking hard.” You scowled at him. “The quicker this is done, the quicker we get finished. The quicker I can stop thinking of ways of hurting you and your curly headed mate.”

“He’s your curly headed mate too you know!” He chuckled at your unimpressed face. “I’m sorry. I’ll sit still promise.”

You were just on the edge of perfecting George’s look when Matty came barrelling in with Jamie hot on his tail as Matty’s sing song voice rang throughout the room, “Sweetheart!My beautiful best friend and love of my life!” He skipped straight on over and bouncing on the balls of his feet, stopping right next to George.

Taking a deep breath. You dropped your hands from George’s face, turning towards your best friend with a tight lipped smile. “You know you love me?”

“What have you done?” Your tone deadpan and already done with wherever this conversation is heading.

“It’s actually more what you can do for us.”  Jamie interrupted. “Our main model didn’t realise that it was the boys she was booked for and is apparently already acquainted with Matthew.” Jamie paused to side eye his front man. Your own face less than impressed as you eyed him too.

“So she’s ‘politely’ declined and left. Matty didn’t want to do the main bit with anyone else so he’s come up with a plan.”  Jamie then gestured for Matty to talk.

“Would you, my favourite person to ever grace this earth, please be my video girl? You’re already comfortable with me, you’ve seen me in several states of undress already and we’ve got mad chemistry and you’re so ridiculously hot that no one will ever know you’re not a hot shot model anyway! So what you do you say? Fancy a frolic in a hot tub?”

You blinked rapidly at him. You actually genuinely could not believe the words that were leaving your idiot friend’s mouth. He wanted you to be filmed in high definition to be seen by thousands of people and to live on the internet forever because he just couldn’t keep it in his pants. Frolic in a hot tub with him, in a bikini and do God knows what with him? Matthew couldn’t be serious? You weren’t entirely sure how long you had been staring at him when he started talking again.

“We’ll pay you double what you’re already getting. Please darling you know I wouldn’t ask if we weren’t desperate. We’d look so good together. It’ll be fun, I promise!”

You looked down at George who was next to you, he had some sort of amused look etched across his features that caused you to frown but then you caught the eye of Adam and Ross (your two favourite members of the band just fyi) looking at you sympathetically from across the room. You let out a sigh. God you needed to acquire some will power.

“You don’t have to pay me double. I’m already here aren’t I?” You rolled your eyes as Matty barrelled into you, yanking you into his arms. “I’ve just got one condition.”

Matty held your shoulders at arms length, promising. “Anything!”

Quickly glancing around the room, you caught the eyes of the rest of the band before smirking at Matty. “I’m not necking you. I have to draw a line somewhere Matthew!” The chortle that left George’s mouth was enough to make you grin as Matty’s face fell.

“What?! You’re no fun!” He sulked, before grumbling. “Not like we haven’t before.”

“That doesn’t count. We were sixteen!”  You laughed; watching as he folded his arms across his chest like a child being told off. “You can’t play by those rules babe because then I could neck all of you in the video and no offence I don’t want to do that again.” 

Your eyes quickly flashed towards Ross briefly before flitting back to Matty again. You thought you had got away with it but Adam definitely saw the interaction and the slight flush that crept it’s way onto his mate’s cheeks as you changed the subject, as Jamie directed you towards the wardrobe department to get you sorted for your music video debut.

Before you knew it you were in a skimpy swimsuit, bright blue eyeliner around your eyes, hair tossed into a cute messy bun and you were frolicking in a hot tub with Matty Healy. You’ll give him credit when it’s due, it was very easy to play pretend with him because he was right, you had a natural chemistry having been best friends with him over a decade and had seen him do some disgusting things in your time. So when his hands grabbed at your waist as he floated over towards you and ran his tongue straight up the side of your neck and straight up the side of your face, you couldn’t help but throw your throw your head back in laughter as his hands, his curls and his tongue tickled you, you really didn’t bat an eyelid.

Gently pushing him away; Matty almost instantly pulled you back towards him causing you to end up straddling him, so you cheekily licked his face in retaliation causing the two of you to grin at each other brightly before shoving each other playfully just as the director yelled cut.

“Excellent! You’re both amazing! Let’s see if we can get all five of you in there for some extra shots.” The director called out for the boys to join you.

You watched as the other three giants all clad in their trunks made their way over, standing up you knew as the smallest person there it would be easier to fit you in last than it would for them to climb in and end up squishing you. George dived straight on in without a second thought, splashing you as you attempted to get out of the way. Adam; ever the gentleman that he is, held out his hand to help you step out before stepping in himself like a normal person before floating off in Matty’s direction before Ross clambered on in too. Holding out his hand; your fingers found his easily, stepping back in and slinking back under the water and letting his hands naturally find your waist to pull you back so you were sitting against his chest.

“So more of the same please. Playful, splash the guys, flirt. Not as full on as before but look like you guys are all having fun!” The director shouted before yelling action.

The five of you continued to mess about, doing as instructed. It wasn’t exactly a chore to act like you were having fun with the band. Your laugh loud as you held your hands in front of your face as George spat jacuzzi water at you like the tramp that he is! Scrambling to get away you quickly managed to bump into Ross’ chest, causing you to turn and look up at him with a grin. You found him already looking at you cheekily, the look in his eyes made you shudder but you shrugged it off, sticking your tongue out at him as George surprisingly yanked you towards him at full speed. It all but continued until the director had decided he had enough footage of this particular storyboard for you guys to jump out.

You stayed sitting for a moment as Adam, Matty and George wrapped themselves in towels, finally having the space to stretch a little after being squished in between your friends for the past half hour. It was then you noticed Ross casually leaning against the side, arms wide as he watched you with a soft smile on his face. You were going to ask what he was looking at when you spotted a speckle on his cheek and floated on over, slotting into his inside easily and sweeping your fingertip across his cheekbone.

Holding your finger between the two of you, you glanced at it before glancing back up at the brunette. “Make a wish.” You whispered. Blowing gently so the eyelash floated away. Ross took you in for a moment, forgetting where you were and that Matty was stood behind the monitor still watching you. “You going to tell me what you wished for?”

“Won’t come true if I say it out loud now will it?” Ross cocked an eyebrow at you with a smirk.

“Right! Let’s get out before I end up looking like a prune!” You laughed.

“Prettiest prune I’ve ever seen though.” You blinked up at the brunette as he kissed the tip of your nose before jumping out, waiting for you with his arm out stretched ready to help out of the water and into some dry (his) clothes.

The footage of all five of you ended up being scrapped from the final edit of the video, claims of you all looked too squished in the tub.

What you didn’t know was that the real reason it was scrapped was because when Matty reviewed the footage; the fact you and his bassist were looking so sickeningly in love with one another whenever you looked in each other’s direction. He couldn’t risk having anyone say anything about it online, that and he wanted to protect you both. Also with your solo footage with him, you’re supposed be his hot chick and you couldn’t be looking at anyone else other than him but mainly the first thing.

2017

2016 had been a good bloody year for the boys! They had released their sophomore album I Like It When You Sleep For You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware Of It in February and it had gone straight to number one in the UK and to the top of the Billboard charts in the US, giving them their first US number one. This time you made sure they were fully prepared for when your celebrations came around, gifting Matty (and the rest of the boys) who had just moved into a new house a beautiful set of wine glasses/champagne flutes each. Although nothing will ever beat drinking out of a chipped ‘Worlds Best Dad’ mug for self titled’s celebration but you did promise you’d celebrate properly this time and if anything, you stick to your promises.

They went and embarked on their world tour starting in Australia and The States in January and ending back home in December. It was a complete world wind and now you were both steady with your careers, you were able to travel with them for long periods of time in between your other jobs so you didn’t have to miss each other as much as you did during self titled. This you know Matty was very pleased with because it meant that you weren’t with the ‘other northerners’!

The boys had also been nominated for a Mercury Music Award for best album of the year and you couldn’t have been prouder of them. They deserved every number one album, every glowing review, every award nomination and it was a privilege to be by their sides as they achieved this. So when The Brit nominations came out in January and they had been nominated for Album of the Year and Best Group, you felt like your heart could burst. Then you got asked to attend with the band.

“Do you maybe, want to be my date?” Ross had asked shyly.

“You ask like I would ever say no! I’d be honoured to be your date MacDonald!”

So here you were the night of The Brits; your hair in curlers and a make up artist finishing off the last minute touches to your face whilst you were in between you running around the hotel room in your dressing gown and attending to the boys’ outfits that were hung up in the living room area of the suite management had hired out for you. Adam was already here; groomed to perfection (not like there was much to perfect with this angel of a man) and waiting for the others to arrive.

Ross was next to arrive just as your make up artist was leaving so as you quickly got him ready, your boys grabbed a bear whilst you waited for the troublesome twosome to arrive. Naturally they had to be hand delivered by Jamie because they were fannying about so as you rushed around, you thought about how grateful you were to earlier you, for thinking about getting yourself ready first before the boys showed up.

You could hear Jamie calling out that the car had arrived as he returned, the boys all shuffling about as they collected themselves ready to leave. You could hear Ross call your name as you rushed round the bedroom to find your shoes. Just managing to slip your foot into your last heel, you smoothed down the front of your dress as the door swung open. “Babe, the cars he…”

The bassist stopped in the doorway, jaw slack as he took in your appearance. Turning over your shoulder, a flurry of worry washed over you when Ross failed to continue speaking. “Do I look okay? God! This dress looks awful doesn’t it?”  You asked, panic setting in as you nervously ran your hands down the front of your dress. Ross blinked at you; his expression one as if you had three heads. Shaking his own quickly, he let out a short chuckle.

“You look incredibly beautiful love.” He shot you a warm smile, your panic washing away instantly as he held out his hand. “Ready to go?”

Nodding. He felt a rush of warmth hit his cheeks as he caught sight of your tanned legs through the thigh high slit of the black elegant dress you were wearing for the evening. The plunging neckline of the dress leaving little to the imagination as your cleavage bounced with every step you took towards him. Slipping you hand into his, you met the boys and their dates downstairs in the lobby. Holding your clutch in front of your face as you were greeted with wolf whistles, you pleaded for them to just get in the car without any further embarrassment.

“Who are you and what have you done with our best friend?” Matty’s voice echoed through the hotel lobby as he came in to kiss your cheek.

“Yeah you look smokin’! Might have to steal you away later!” You pushed George away when he attempted to swat your ass after also pressing a kiss to your face. You really did hate him sometimes!

“You look beautiful sweetheart.”  Adam pressed a deft kiss to your cheek before returning to Carly’s side. You really did appreciate him.

“Right you lot. In the car now or we’ll be late for the carpet!” Jamie ushered you all out of the hotel in a flurry.

You had been to a lot of fancy industry events since your career had taken off with both the boys and the Monkey’s. You had even been to The Brits before back in 2014 but not in the capacity that you were tonight, you were at work. You definitely had fun afterwards but tonight you could definitely let your hair down even though the boys had an outfit change for their performance. You were confident that it would be a seamless transition and you’d be able to enjoy their performance with Carly and Gabby from the audience.

You had probably drunk a little bit too much champagne but you didn’t care you were here to celebrate your boys. Matty and George were smoking weed under the table. You were trying to concentrate on what Carly and Adam were trying to say to you over the noise of the room but Ross kept saying ridiculous things in your ear about other people he had seen and making you lose concentration. Slapping your hand against the top of his leg; you threw your head back in more drunk laughter. His hand making its way on to your bare thigh as he giggled, pulling you in closer as you carried on your conversation with the rest of the table. You didn’t mind, you let him. It was harmless. Nobody was going to know in their inebriated states anyway, especially when you were covered by the table cloth. Except you forgot that Matty and George were underneath the table.

Then their category was up. Then their name was called out. Tears prickling at your eyes the moment the band’s name hit your ears. Your table on its feet as you all congratulated the boys. Bodies pulled against one another as they hugged their loved ones. Yours automatically finding their way around Ross’s neck as you squeezed him impossibly close. 

“I’m so bloody proud of you!”  

You grinned up at him. Ross pecked you on the lips like it was the most natural thing in the world and before you could be caught up (too much) in the moment or overthink, you were being yanked into George’s arms just as Matty was pulling Ross into a kiss before bounding round the table, kissing you too before they headed up on stage to accept their award.

Wrapping your arms around Louis’ bicep, you rested your chin upon his shoulder as you watched them collect The Brit Award for Best British Group. Proud didn’t even cover it as you beamed from ear to ear as a room full of their peers gave them their dues. Finally after all this time. It was about damn time if anyone asked you.

Then came the after party.

You definitely partied more than you did three years prior with the Monkey’s and that was a wild night by anyone’s standards. But your best friends of twenty two years had just been crowned Best British Group of the year at the fucking Brit Awards! This was grounds to celebrate and to celebrate hard! Your feet were hurting in your heels as you stood in the smoking area of the club with George and Ross. Matty no where to be seen but an incoherent voice note referring to an ‘after after party’ at the hotel was buzzing through your group chat.

The ‘after after parties’ were always better in your opinion. They were always at a hotel or someone’s house, which meant you could kick your shoes off at your first convenience and you could hear whoever you were conversing with better than when you’d have to scream over the music in whatever club you were in. Not that you spoke to anyone that wasn’t in your circle or anyone that wasn’t within two feet off Ross because you were joint at the hip the entire night. His hand never far from your lower back, your hip or just any part of you in general as you celebrated with your people.

Just like right now in the back of the car on the way back to your hotel, his hand sat comfortably on the top of your leg as you squished in with the rest of the gang. You didn’t think anyone noticed considering how obliterated you all seemed to be or maybe they did, they just didn’t know what they were looking at in their inebriated states. What they definitely didn’t see was what you did after slipping out of the hotel room your party was being held in to head to your own to freshen up, you best friend hot on your tail.

Running down the hotel corridor; hand grasped tightly in your best friend’s, your drunk giggles reverberated through the corridor as you ran away from all the noise at Matty’s. The abrupt stop had Ross bumping into the back of you, hands gripping your waist to stop him from toppling over. “Shit.” He drunkly grumbled; before giggling and spinning you round so you were face to face.

Ross’ stare flitted across your features. Long eyelashes, flushed cheeks and bright red lipstick donning your face. You only blinked up at his handsome face, not getting the chance to ask what was wrong when he spoke.

“You look so fucking beautiful tonight. Have I told you that? ” 

Ross barely whispered as he pulled you closer so you were flushed against him. Smoothing down the lapels of his suit, you nodded slowly, unable to do anything else in your champagne haze. The next thing you knew; your back was against your hotel room door and Ross’ lips were on yours, kissing you like your lives depended on it.

God knows how long you were snogging in the hotel corridor but the fear of being caught by the boys had your brain jump into gear a little bit. Not a lot but enough. Groaning into Ross’ mouth as his hands reached up and gripped your jaw tightly, you finally pulled away from him. Without another word you were turning in his arms and opening your hotel room door, immediately pulling him in before you could get caught by your friends.

You reattached your mouth to his; your tongues intertwining with his as his large hands held you close, having already travelled down to your ass. Not being able to hold back the moan that bubbled inside you as he groaned into your mouth at the feel of your nails running up the back of his neck.

“So fucking proud of you. Need to show you how much.”  You moaned; running your hands down his front and pulling him close, so your crotches were flush against one another as you grabbed at one another in a horny flurry.

Looping your fingers through his belt loops, you slowly got down on your knees. Eyelashes fluttering as you looked up at him innocently as your perfectly manicured hand undid his belt and reaching inside to take hold what you were about to find out was the perfect cock.

2019

After that night at The Brits two years prior; the relationship between the pair of you remained as it did before the incident in your hotel room. Except now you know what his cock looked like and how it felt to have him in your mouth. And Ross knew what it was like to experience you sucking his cock like a porn star, like it was the last thing you’d ever do. After you let him paint the back of your throat, the bassist pulled you up and kissed you in appreciation before making yourselves look presentable enough to slink back to all your friends down the corridor.

Nobody had to know that you loved how big he felt in your mouth and that you were on your knees just ten minutes prior nor did they need to know that Ross had an imprinted red smudge around the tip of his cock from your lipstick. But the two of you knew and it was your little secret. 

Since that night in February a lot had happened in the 75 camp. Matthew had been to rehab and been staying clean since late 2017, the boys had created and released their third studio album A Brief Inquiry into Online Relationships and had gone straight to number one again (as they should!) Your annual tradition of champagne and weed in one of your living rooms still going strong, this year you were at Adam and Carly’s place. The boys had also just set off on the first leg of their Music for Cars Tour in the UK.

You, had continued to work for the boys; made them look presentable enough to go out in public, not necessarily behave in public because let’s be honest you weren’t a miracle worker! You also made them look pretty during their new album campaign. You had also worked with the Monkey’s again on a couple of shoots, much to Matty’s chagrin but you know it’s only because he’s salty due to the new fact that he’d found out about how Alex had written songs about you and he hated that you’d even fathom going there with him.

I mean you were a woman with eyes, what did he want you to say exactly?! He outright refused to even think about it never mind talk to you about it when you said he was being a little dramatic. You also had a short lived romance with a certain pop star that you’re sure would send the world into a tail spin but you weren’t going to kiss and tell, that wasn’t your style! 

At this year’s Brits the boys were nominated for Best Group again but they were also nominated for Album of the Year, which was a big fucking deal! Ross had asked you to be his date again, which you accepted in a heart beat. Heat flurrying through your body as you remembered how 2017 had ended but you weren’t going to let that memory ruin your friendship. After all what was a little blowjob between friends! 

You were joined by Carly and Gabby again and George’s new squeeze of the moment as you pre drank before the ceremony, sharing a bottle of bubbles with them. When the boys finally stepped out after putting on their suits, you felt your breath actually get caught in your throat as you caught sight of Ross in all his glory. The girls all heading to their respective dates to greet them but you felt frozen, he looked absolutely fucking divine and for once in your life you were speechless. Your best friend finally stopped in front of you, pressing a kiss to your cheek with a soft smile as he drunk in your own appearance.

“You look beautiful as always love.” He blushed as you ran your hands down the front of his suit jacket.

“Thanks. You look so handsome.” You looked up at him, your eyes bright as you stared at his handsome face. “Lets go kick some ass and bring it home shall we?!” You grinned; looking round his large frame at the other boys who already seemed to be watching the pair of you with these annoying all knowing expressions etched into their soft smiles.

And kick ass they did!

Once again proving that they were the best band in the fucking world. Your boys had won Best British Group again but they had also only bloody gone and won the best prize of the evening! Album of the Year! Which was true, they released the album of the year every year in your opinion and were always the best group in your eyes so they deserved to celebrate like they were the best fucking group in the world and that they did!

You were at an all star studded after party in the heart of London with the boys. You weren’t entirely sure what club you were in but you had just been dancing with Jade from Little Mix and had downed some sort of shot with Louis Tomlinson before retiring back to your corner to your people and to grab another glass of champagne.

“Having a good time love?” Ross’ deep voice reached your ear as his hand slipped around your waist and pulling you in close.

“Hmmmm.” You hummed, nodding as you took a sip as you turned into his arms. “Kinda want food and my bed now though! My feet are killing me!”  You reached up on your toes so you didn’t have to shout. 

Ross’ hands immediately squeezed at your waist before you watched him reach down to pop his beer on the crowded table and resting both hands on you before whispering words you really longed to hear. “Let’s get out of here!”

Nodding. He mentioned quickly nipping to the bathroom and to wait here before disappearing into the crowd of pop stars and other celebrities. Fiddling with the straps of your heels as you waited for Ross to return, you felt someone slip into the booth beside you. As you looked up you found George’s date watching you with a bright smile, so you sent her a friendly smile, not entirely sure how to start a conversation with her, especially when you were god knows how many glasses of champagne deep.

“You two are so cute. How long have you been together?”

It was an innocent question but you were definitely glad you had already put your glass down because you were certain you would have choked otherwise. George’s date stunned you into silence for a moment before managing to string a sentence together. “Ehhh. We’re not together. Ross is my best friend. I’ve known the boys since we were kids. It’s not like that.” You managed to splutter out at her in some sort of coherence, hopefully.

“Ohhh well you look look really good together.”

Luckily for you; Ross had magically reappeared before you could get any type of response out and asking if you were ready to go. Holding his hand out, you grabbed it immediately and pulled yourself up before turning back towards the pretty girl. “It was really lovely to meet you.”  You told her, letting her know you guys were heading out but before you could be fully out of earshot she got the last word in, annoyingly shooting you a genuine smile. 

“Just think about it.”

You blinked in shock at her boldness when you had known her less than twelve hours before you allowed Ross to pull you through the sweaty bodies and away from further embarrassment/anxiety inducing conversations with girls you didn’t know from Adam and that you knew G wasn’t going to keep around anyway.

As soon as the brisk night air hit the two of you, Ross’ suit jacket was already around your shoulders before your goosebumps could even say hello, his hand back in yours and trying to navigate the swarms of paparazzi who were waiting to take pictures of people much more interesting than the two of you.

A few flashes had gone off as you pushed your way through before heading in the opposite direction in hopes of catching an uber back to your hotel. But you weren’t bothered by the fact; only because the only time your face had ever appeared in the gossip magazines was when you were in the company of your lead singers and you doubted they remembered your name to print it anyway.

Tonight you were in the back of the car by yourselves and didn’t have to hide the fact that you both were touching one another in ways best friends shouldn’t. Ross’ large hard resting atop of your thigh that had been out all evening thanks to the little leather Versace number you were wearing for the special occasion.

Hands he didn’t remove from your body when you pulled up to the hotel, now trailing across your lower back as you strut across the lobby and into the lift. The ones then pulling you into his chest before wandering lower and holding on your ass as you shared a knowing look before smashing your lips to one another’s as you rode up to your floor of the hotel. The ones that then linked his fingers with yours as you giddily ran towards his room. The ones that pushed you back against the hotel room door as you made out like teenagers. You were about to drop to your knees when he started peppering kisses across your neck and down your chest. 

“So fucking proud of you!” You moaned as he kissed just under your jaw. “Let me show you how fucking proud of you I am. Been thinking about how good you look all night.” You attempted to drop to your knees again just like you did all those years ago but Ross shook his head at you and it had you frowning in confusion.

“You don’t want me to suck you cock?” You cocked your eyebrow at him. “Babe you just won album of the year at The Brits and I’m literally willing to blow you and you’re saying no?” You couldn’t help but laugh at this situation. What was going on?

“Ohhh I’d love you to but I know what I’d love more.” 

Gripping your hips tightly; Ross cocked his own eyebrow at you before dropping to his  own knees. Your breath immediately catching in your throat as he blinked up at you from between your legs as he pressed a kiss to the inside of your knee before moving upwards. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you in this dress all night! So fucking beautiful.” He mumbled as he reached the top of your thighs.

“Are you kidding? I couldn’t even talk when you walked out in this suit earlier. The fans are literally going insane!” You trailed off into a groan as Ross’ hands trailed up the backs of your legs and underneath your dress.

He shot you a look of permission from between your legs; your right hand reaching out to hold the side of his bearded face in your hand as you found yourself softly nodding as if what was about to happen wasn’t completely sinful. You’d give him the permission to do whatever the hell he wanted when he looked that good on his knees for you.

Ross let out the loudest groan of the night as he pushed the end of your LBD up upon realising you weren’t wearing any underwear. “Have you not been wearing anything underneath this all evening?”  He asked.

Biting your lip to mainly avoid laughing at his reaction, you shook your head timidly only to have your leg thrown over his shoulder before you could do or say or think about anything else. Your hand shooting to grip Ross’ hair; as you threw your head straight against the hotel room door as he rightfully took his reward. 

Or maybe it was yours?!

2020

A global pandemic was something you never thought you would ever have to live through. The chance to sit at home and relax for a substantial amount of time was welcomed to begin with, considering you spent most of your life jet setting around the world either with your boys or with other artists and living in a constant state of jet lag. But after the first month of sitting in doors, you were literally scratching at the walls to get out of the house. To style someone’s hair, to be stuck in a fitting with Matty and have him send you spiralling into a state of annoyance, to hug somebody. Anybody. Not getting to see anybody was the worst bit. Your parents, your grandparents, your boys. 

Though you were one of the lucky ones. You weren’t alone. You were with Adam and Carly. Lockdown was supposed to be two weeks, it was supposed to be like a little vacation with your friends. But then two weeks turned into a month and then two months and then some and seeing Ross, George and Matty in zoom meetings or FaceTime just wasn’t the same.

You wanted Matty to take the piss out of your new found hobby to your face not through a screen. (You and Carly had both taken up knitting and pilates. All three of you had got extremely good at Scrabble) But then your space away from your curly haired lead singer was also a blessing. Imagine having to quarantine with him? You would have been scratching at the walls to get out for a different reason!

You missed Ross the most. Not that you’d tell the others because they were little shit bags apart from Adam, he is an actual angel. But you did, this was the longest you had been away from each other since their self titled world tour, so you hadn’t gone this long without each other in six years and quite frankly you hated it. 

Little did you know, so did Ross.

The day you were reunited. It was like a piece of your soul had just stitched itself back together. That niggle in your heart that you couldn’t quite explain what it was, just stopped niggling away at you the moment you clapped eyes on one another.

There was that moment after months of lockdown, socially distanced walks, only seeing essential workers and those you were living with and not being able to touch anybody that the moment you could meet in groups of six outside. That was it. The five of you plus Carly were meeting in G’s garden for a barbecue and honestly you couldn’t have been more excited. You, Carly and Adam were the first to arrive and whilst you sipped casually on your drinks in the sun, as you started to help to set up the array of food on the table sat on George’s decking, you heard the front door go.

Then you heard that infectious laugh and two pairs of advancing footsteps as the pair arrived in the garden, causing the three of you to smile brightly at the two giants. Popping his beer down, you couldn’t help but smile brightly as you watched Adam run to hug his best mate after not seeing him for months. As much as it’s been weird for you, you cannot imagine what it was like for the boys. The two boys pulled George into their little cuddle, making you and Carly giggle. The big old softies!

Your laughter had the boys pulling apart and George attempting to send a menacing glare in your direction but you couldn’t even laugh because Ross finally made eye contact with you for the first time in person in months. The others all staying quiet as they observed the pair of you, unsure how long you were drinking each other in, reality setting in after a beat, had the pair of you grinning brightly at one another before you took off into a run.

With no words uttered between you girls; Carly subtly took the glass of wine off you with a knowing smile whilst you competed in your stare off before you set off towards your best friend. Running as quickly as your little legs could carry you, Ross took a couple of strides to meet you in the middle as you quite literally launched yourself at him.

Jumping into his arms; yours automatically find their home around his neck as his found theirs around your waist, you clung onto him like a koala. His long arms encapsulating you in his embrace as you pulled him in tighter with your legs, his hands automatically dropping down to your ass to hoist you further into him where they subsequently stayed. An action that didn’t go unnoticed by George, Adam and Carly or Matthew who had let himself into George’s house unannounced.

“Jesus. Didn’t realise we were getting a free show today. Put her fucking down MacDonald. It’s my turn!”

Jumping down out of his arms; both you and your giant sent the tiny irritating front man the middle finger before turning to run and give Matthew a hug too. The six of you settled into conversation as you milled about the garden as G manned the barbecue. Laughter erupting through the summer air as you caught each other up on what you had all been up to and reminiscing of days gone past in between drinking and eating all the food you guys had prepared for your reunion.

It was like sun light had pierced through your heart and made you all warm and fuzzy inside, being back with your people after all this time. Especially with being curled up next to Ross on George's outdoor sofa with a glass of wine in your hand. You couldn’t help but look round at your friends; Matty was talking animatedly with George and Carly about something, a cig hanging from between his fingers. Adam and Ross in deep conversation about music. Adam opposite you; Ross’ arm casually around your shoulder, a beer in his other hand and you couldn’t help but let out a content sigh, smiling as you took in the moment. Adam’s eyes flitted towards you at your noise, taking in his two best friends and sent you this all enveloping warm smile before reverting his attention back to the brunette beside you.

By the time the sun was setting; everyone was fair to say a little tipsy. It was also fair to say that you weren’t listening to a word that George was saying to you, with your attention else where as you looked over your shoulder to find Ross across the garden, his eyes finding yours with a bright smile. Turning to G, you excused yourself and interrupted whatever rubbish Matty was talking about to grab Ross’ attention.

Smushing a messy kiss to your cheek; Matthew got you into a loving headlock, eventually managing to wiggle free from his grip and push the giggling twat away from you before could step into Ross’ warm embrace. Stood casually in each other’s arms; the pair of you watched the sun setting on the horizon for a peaceful moment but you snuggled further into his side and tightening your grip on him.

“Missed you so much you know. ” You mumbled into his chest.

“Missed you more darling.” The brunette spoke into your hair as he pressed a kiss there.

“Can we agree to never go that long without each other again please.” You whispered; looking up to find his gaze already on you, making your breath hitch in your throat for a moment. “Also that might be impossible MacDonald because I know I missed you the most!” 

“If you say so.” He smirked.

Whilst the two of you were in your own little world; Adam and Carly were huddled off in the corner sharing a fruit platter you had brought to the occasion and quietly observing the two of you. “Do you think they know?” Carly asked her fiancé, popping a strawberry in her mouth as she carried on watching her two friends from across the garden.

“No. But they will.” 

2022

Since that day in George’s garden; you had essentially not left each other’s side. You spent another couple of weeks at Adam and Carly’s before making the move back to your own apartment, that wasn’t too far from Matty’s so you were seeing him an awful lot more too because you were basically forcing him to let you tag along on his dog walks with his new dog Mayhem. Which by the way, cutest dog ever!

You saw Ross in the flesh every day in some shape or form even if it was for a half hour, then you started going round for tea and vice versa and then being naughty and sleeping over just because you could and if those idiots in charge of the country could break the rules then so could you. By the time it came round for you both to get back to work for the new album campaign, you were practically living together, unknown to the rest of the band. You couldn’t remember the last time you went more than two days without staying with him at his place or him at yours.

You remember the night before your first day back at work; you were both lounging on his bed, your hand cascading through his long hair which personally you thought was going to go down an absolute treat with the fans, as he laid in your lap and being his usual self  and ranting about all the chaos and stress that being back at work would bring. Ross had always been good looking but there was something about him with his little man bun that you knew was going to turn the female population absolutely feral and you wouldn’t blame them one bit!

“The kids are going to go wild when they see your hair!”

“The boys took the piss when we they saw it.” He grumbled against your bare leg.

“That’s because they’re dicks and they’re just jealous they can’t pull hair like this off! I like the long hair. It suits you babe. Looks hot!”  You told him not thinking anything of it as you pressed a kiss to the the part of his head you could reach from your current angle.

“You think so?”

“I know so!” You beamed at him.

You were absolutely right of course, the kids went absolutely insane when the first images were dropped for Being Funny in a Foreign Language and when the music videos started dropping, you best believe the thirst on the internet was real. Some of them so hilariously thirsty you couldn’t help but like them yourself and sometimes even tag him in the responses. Which he hated of course, your best friend was never one to know how to take a compliment. But you would shower the silly sausage in compliments until you drilled it into him that he was deserving of all the love he was receiving.

The boys were in the car on the way into Central London in regards to the Official Charts countdown and when Ross threw his head up with a playful scowl from where it was deep in his phone from across the van. You were currently mid conversation with George when you caught his glare out of your peripheral and you couldn’t help but guffaw out a chuckle when he continued to narrow his eyes at you.

“Sorry G, hold on a sec. What the fuck you glaring at me for MacDonald?!” Everyone’s attention now on the bassist.

“Stop tagging me in those things on instagram!”

“What things on instagram?” Matty turned round to give us his full attention, his interest suddenly peaked.

“I tag him in all the thirst comments about him because he deserves to know that the fans think he’s hot as fuck! But the grump won’t take the compliment!”

“Why dude?! You’re hot as fuck!” Matty pointed out like it was obvious. Which it was.  Before turning back towards you. “Right?” 

“Literally so hot!” You smirked. “You’re all the hottest you’ve ever looked! I mean Ads is a literal DILF so can we all collectively as a band agree that you’re fit as fuck!”

“Just drop it… please!” Ross pleaded; eyes trained on you with softness behind them as we pulled up to the building. 

So you dropped it. Jamie and yourself ushering them out of the van and into the building where your boys were presented with their fifth consecutive number one album plaque. The glow that was emitting from your best friends instantly made you light up with pride, your loud cackle reverberating round the small room they were filming in as Matty pounced on you. The other boys quickly following suit; although they weren’t as aggressive with their affection.

Your grin didn’t leave your face once as they tried to record their thank you video; your giggle being captured on camera as George tried to imitate Matty and becoming so northern your brain just physically couldn’t handle it! Your grin still stretching across your face even as Matty swung your hands in between the pair of you as he giddily pulled you back to the care with such force, he nearly pulled your arm out of the socket. Your grin still beaming across your features as you sat curled up on Ross’ sofa as you watched the boys pass a joint around the living room as you sipped on your champagne.

The feeling of watching the boys pass another milestone. Their fifth consecutive number one album, which meant they made the best fucking album five times in a fucking row! If you could bottle this warm fuzzy feeling of knowing your family were thriving and succeeding in life, you would sell it by the bottle full because there was no better feeling than right now in Ross’ living room getting champagne drunk and smoking with your best friends. Just like you had done for the past nine years.

You were fully in your own little world when George’s voice boomed back into the living room like he had other noise to compete with, his long legs quickly carrying him back into your eye line in a rush and stopped to be dramatic once he had everyone’s attention

“Who the fuck’s stuff is on your bathroom counter? There’s a shit tone of women’s products in there! Have you been keeping a missus from us?” He exclaimed; his face lighting up like he was about to unearth the juiciest of all gossip.

“It’s mine.” You said; taking a sip of your champagne casually before Ross could even open his mouth and explain.

“It’s yours? Why is all your stuff littering his bathroom?” George’s eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why you’d have a toothbrush and all your essentials here when you had your own place ten minutes away.

“Littering? Please! Don’t insult me! It’s in a nice neat pile in the corner!” You rolled your eyes at your gigantic friend. “And because I sometimes sleep over when I’ve had too much to drink. Did you know I also have shit at Hann’s house, a drawer of clothes at Matty’s and Charli made me a box of stuff that’s on the bottom shelf in the cupboard underneath your bathroom sink?!”

“Really?!” George’s eyebrows shot up as he retained everything you had just said but mainly the latter of information.

“Yes G! Why would I lie?!” You laughed; shaking your head. “Is that all okay with you G? You calmed down now?!”  You challenged him with a smirk.

Your gentle giant nodded, he still cocked an eyebrow at your confession (the part about your sleepovers) but a soft smile washed over his features as you opened your arms. “Now come here idiot!”  The creases at the side of his eyes crinkled in the light of Ross’ living room before he bounded over and smothered you with his entire body, which to be honest you really welcomed even if he was crushing your tiny five foot two frame as you shared the love seat in the corner.

G didn’t need to know that what you told him was a little white lie and that you actually stay over several times a week and the days you’re not acquainted with the four walls of Ross’ humble abode, he was staying over at your place. The co-dependency was real at his point, you were afraid to admit it out loud.

What he also didn’t need to know was that after the boys all jumped in a taxi to go home, instead of falling asleep in Ross’ guest bedroom. You crawled into his bed clad in only one of his t-shirts (read a dress on you) and a pair of knickers and snuggling your body straight into his warm chest, where you pressed soft kisses across the underline of his jaw. Mumblings of how fucking proud you were until he finally looked down to look at you and without a seconds hesitation smashed his lips against yours.

2023

You thought the night where you tumbled around the sheets with Ross after their album celebration was going to be just like every other time you had messed around with him over the years. I mean it was and yet somehow it wasn’t at all. Nothing changed but everything did that day. As you stood in his kitchen, a hoodie of his donning your small frame as you waited for the kettle to boil. The brunette came into the kitchen; walked straight up to you, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his warm body before proceeding to press a kiss to your temple before announcing that he was heading to the gym. Mumbling something about hoping you were still going to be here when he got back.

You were.

You had cleaned up the mess from the night before, changed his bedding and made lunch for the two of you, that was currently sitting in the fridge. A greek salad if you’re wondering. Your best friend returned home from the gym a hour and a half later; sweaty and looking hot as fuck, to you still in his clothes and reading on his sofa. His eyes softening at the realisation you had stayed. After he showered; the pair of you ate lunch and hung out in his living room, where you draped your legs over his as you both relished in the calmness of the silence the two of you brought out in one another.

His large hands casually held on to your legs, his calloused finger tips rubbing circles against your skin as you read your book whilst hr read something on his iPad. When he suddenly put it down and pulled you towards him so you were basically sitting on his lap.

“Can I help you?”  You cocked an eyebrow; an amused smirk etched across your features as you drunk him in and trying not to laugh.

The pair of you competed in a stare off for what felt like forever before you just said fuck it, threw your book to the floor and then the two of your were surging towards each other. Pulling at each other; to get as close to one another as possible as your mouths moved against the other as you made out on his couch. It was was when you tugged at the hair at the base of his neck; yanking the bobble out of his hair so you could really get to grips with it that Ross threw you backwards before throwing himself back on top of you and taking you right there on his living room couch.

That was over three months ago and you’ve been sneaking around ever since.

You had never kept secrets from one another in your twenty plus years of friendship before but there was something kind of fun with knowing this was something that you and Ross had that the boys didn’t. It was different this time from your little secrets of hook ups past because he was now your man now and you were his girl. This time you were really fucking doing it. You had never been this happy and it was all down to the man who has been by your side this entire time.

“Babe we have to get ready to go. You know Matty hates lateness and I can’t be arsed with his mood swings today.” You shouted towards your now shared bedroom from the bathroom. Turning on your heels, you made your way back towards the bedroom to find Ross sat on the edge of the bed already waiting. Your boyfriend opening his arms for you step in to; which you did on instinct, his arms wrapping round the back of your legs to lock you into his body.

“Matty can wait.” He said; causing you to cock his eyebrow. “I’ve been thinking about The Brits coming up and…” Ross paused; a nervousness in his features which confused you because you have literally have never said no to him, ever. “I think you know what I’m going to ask you.” You nodded. “Don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off you though.” He groaned; squeezing you against him causing you to chuckle.

“Never stopped you before MacDonald.” You smirked. 

Your loud laugh reverberating around your bedroom as he pushed you away with a scoff and mumblings of “I’m sure Hann will let him share Carly as his date!” Making you laugh even more as he grabbed his car keys off the side as you both made your way to work.

The night of The Brit Awards felt a little bit different this time around. It was the first time the boys were at a public event after that god forsaken podcast had dropped. You were upset with the outcome and you best believe Matty fucking knew about it and so did the rest of the world. There was a slight edge to the evening knowing there were a lot of people who possibly knew what had gone down and that something might be said but you made him promise to be on his best behaviour and if it is one thing that Matthew is good at, it’s keeping his promises to you.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous this evening, if anything he was the shell of his usually loud self and you promised yourself to make sure he was in high spirits for the evening especially when he didn’t have anyone on his arm. This being the first Brits that Gabby wasn’t with your party and seeing as he parted ways with his latest muse, it didn’t go unnoticed that he kept looking round at the fact everyone was pre-occupied with their dates, especially with Ross trying to maintain your attention with every alcoholic beverage he’d consumed.

When it finally got to their category; your table finally shut up after being so boisterously loud the entire ceremony as you celebrated together. Ross’ hand snuck on to your thigh under the table, made you flit your eyes towards him with a smirk, your own hand joining his. You winked at George from across the table as you held on to one another, they had this in the bag; their fans had never failed them before but you knew this meant a lot to the boys. Slipping your hand across to your right, you wrapped your hand in Matty’s, only turning towards him when his head snapped towards yours, eyes showing everything he needed to say and squeezing him with a warm smile.

When Daisy May Cooper called out their name; your table all jumped up in celebration. Both Carly and Charli embracing Hann and George as Ross pulled you into his own arms, settling for squeeze of your waist and a kiss to your cheek instead of your usual peck considering the rest of you weren’t going at it like usual and you didn’t want it to seem out of place when you turned to Matty. Your heart sinking when he stood with no one to congratulate him.

Yanking him straight into your arms; you didn’t care that there was definitely a camera directed right at his face to capture his reaction. You’d rather them talk about this and his “potential new girlfriend” then anything else that was currently happening in his life. So you pulled him close so you were squished against him and kissed his cheek, holding him there longer than necessary. Whispering how fucking proud you were of him before holding him by the shoulders to get a good look at him before kissing him again before sending him on his way to accept his award.

Once you got to the after party you couldn’t have been happier to be with your mates and getting champagne drunk especially now you had Charli to act feral with! A quick reunion with an old flame had Ross spilling with jealousy as he watched and you Charli interact with the handsome singer before dragging you off as soon as you returned which is how you found yourself in your current position.

Bent over the sinks in the bathroom of some exclusive club in Central London. Clinging on for dear life as your boyfriend gripped your hips hard and quite literally holding you up as he fucked the life out of you. You just prayed he had locked the door because the pornographic moan you just let out didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Pulling you up so your back was pressed against his chest; you felt impossibly fuller as he fucked up into you from this angle, making your eyes roll to the back of your head just as it flew back to rest on his shoulder. Both sharing a moment of tenderness;  he pressed a kiss to your temple before resuming his sickeningly fast pace and growling into your ear.

“Was he good? When you were fucking the boybander?”

“Shit! So good! Please baby, let me cum!”  You whimpered into his neck.

“As good as me?” Ross growled; as he carried on fucking into you as your knees buckled.

“No one is as good as you baby.” You groaned. “Never cum so hard in my life! Let me cum for you! You know I’m always good for you. Ross please.”  You begged into his neck. Your boyfriend reaching round and adding that extra pressure to your clit that always had you shaking and coming around his cock like it was a sport!

Straight after he made you cum, he was coming inside you and pressing sweet kisses to the side of your face before rushing to help clean you up. Running your hands through your hair; you tossled your hands through it in an attempt to look put together enough your friends wouldn’t question your appearance when Ross appeared behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and propping his chin on your shoulder just to watch you put your lipstick back on.

Just as you were were getting to leave the bathroom; just outside, somewhere down the corridor Hann was on his way to find the bathroom when he spotted you peeking your head out of the bathroom suspiciously, it looked like you were checking for something so he ducked behind the wall he had just appeared from and watched your weird behaviour from afar. When the coast was clear; you stepped out. Ross followed quickly after; bending down to reach your height and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before you headed back into the club to find the rest of your mates. 

Not knowing that Hann had witnessed the entire thing.

Australia

You hadn’t seen the boys since the beginning of March when you had flown out to New York with them to make them look all pretty and tv ready for SNL. Since then you had been home again, then flown to Los Angeles to work on some new stuff with the Jonas Brothers; so between shoots, meetings and flying back and forth there wasn’t really any time to squeeze in a visit to see your best friends. Which fucking sucked because you were really missing your boyfriend and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms rather than having to FaceTime him into your bed like you had been doing for the past three weeks you had spent apart.

As far as you were aware you had both done a pretty good job at keeping the fact you had transitioned from friends into something more from the rest of the boys since last October. But you didn’t know how long you could do it anymore, the thrill at the beginning was starting to wear off now that all you wanted to do was hold his hand and fucking kiss him whenever you wanted without having to worry about being caught by G, Matty or Hann.

It was after a phone call with your boyfriend one evening that you agreed that maybe you should consider telling the boys once they were home from Australia; which after you added Hann and G into your call, the four of you had organised for you to fly in to surprise Matty for his birthday because despite everything you missed the little shit! It was also an excuse to see Ross and get some sun and travel the beautiful country, so you couldn’t really complain even if the journey to get to them was stupidly long it was worth it to see the look on Matty’s face and sleep next to Ross again.

It was arriving at two o’clock in the morning in Perth on the morning of Matty’s birthday that you were struggling with as you sluggishly made your way through customs and then baggage claim to find Ross stood with his hood up and leaning against a pillar in arrivals for you. Stepping into his warm embrace; the anxiety that had been bubbling away in you for the majority of your journey instantly vanished as soon as Ross wrapped you up in his arms. Reaching down; Ross took your jaw firmly in his hands; your boyfriend kissing you deeply before taking your hand without a single word before silently walking you to the car he had waiting to take you both back to the hotel.

You don’t think you’d had a decent night’s sleep like this since before New York. The moment you had crawled into Ross’ unmade bed (which he had clearly stumbled out of just to go pick you up from the airport) and into his arms, you were out like a light. Just the comfort of knowing he was in touching distance and not half way across the world from you had you in such a deep sleep; that the feeling of Ross peppering kisses along shoulder and up your neck wasn’t enough to put you in a foul mood later that morning. When usually anyone who dares wake you from your slumber would have to feel the force of your wrath and believe me the boys had all been on the receiving end of it.

Upon dragging you out of bed and pulling the both of you into the shower to freshen up; the pair of you were making your way down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast and a chance for a decent cup of coffee (or several!) Once you were down there; you were already being greeted by Hann who was wrapping you up in a tight hug before you could even greet him with a “Good Morning” and it made you all warm and fuzzy inside when he whispered how much he missed you in your ear before you were abruptly yanked into someone else’s arms.

“My turn.” You heard a familiar grumble. “Hey bitch! Missed you.”

“Missed you too G” You giggled as he pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek before throwing himself back down at the table and shovelling the toast he was eating into his gob without another word!

Upon sitting down you realised Jamie Squire was also already at breakfast, so you made your way round to give him a quick squeeze before sitting in the empty seat next to George. As you sat after making the rounds of hello; Ross was placing your favourite coffee in front of you which you appreciated greatly before mumbling he’d ordered your favourite for breakfast. Also greatly appreciated. Hann smiling into his mug of coffee as he clocked the interaction. The five of you spoke about their excitement to be back in Australia and your flight over here and how cool it is that you’re working with the Jonas Brothers when you realised the time.

“Best go order the birthday boy his coffee before he wakes up and he ruins his own surprise. I’ll see you boys later.” You sent your friends a soft smile and Ross a subtle wink which you thought had gone unnoticed but Jamie definitely caught it before you made your way to the barista to order Matty’s coffee before making your way back up to your floor and Matty’s room that was situated opposite Ross and your room.

Knocking on the door. You waited patiently outside his room; the chuckle that was brewing in your chest as you bounced on the balls of your feet, escaping when you heard him grumble out a grumpy “Who is it?” Through the door. 

“Room service!”  

You tried to sound serious and so unlike yourself by putting on an Aussie accent but very clearly failing miserably because you ended up cackling when Matty yanked open the door so fast with furrowed eyebrows and the most hilarious confused expression on his little tired face that you ended up full on laughing as you held out his cappuccino.

“Cappuccino?” You held the take away cup out towards him.

Grabbing it out of your hand; Matty essentially threw it on the floor before throwing himself at you and holding you so tightly you thought he might pop a lung! It was only when you reached round to hug him properly and felt his warm skin against your own that you realised he was only his boxers and you were stood in the middle of the hotel corridor.

“Babe lets get you inside before people see you in your boxers!” You giggled; trying to guide him back towards his room. Arm nearly pulled out the socket as you bent down to grab his coffee from the floor.

As soon as you were inside and the door was closed. Matty was throwing himself back at you again so fast and making you tumble over, the pair of you now on top of his unmade bed and the lead singer refusing to let you go.

“What are you doing here?” He mumbled against your chest.

“It’s your birthday.” You replied; like it was obvious. 

Matty blinked up at you like you had three heads.

“But it’s not like we’re up the road. We’re in Australia.” He point blank pointed out to you.

“I know.” You laughed.

“You flew all the way to Australia for my birthday?” Matty looked up at you with those big brown eyes like he couldn’t believe what you were saying.

“I flew all the way to Australia to see you on your birthday.” You confirmed.

And when his little lip jutted out; you could feel your heart constrict as he buried himself into your side even more, the grip on your waist tighter than when he greeted you five minutes ago when he opened his hotel room door, little sobs erupting from him as he cried “I love you so much” into your neck. 

“Love you too Healy.” You smiled into his hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his curls as you just relished in your best friend’s presence.

“I can’t wait to see the boys’ faces when they see you! Ross is going to be so stoked!” He was grinning at you, his face falling when he noticed the smirk on your face. “They already know don’t they?”

“Ross picked me up from the airport at two am and I just had breakfast with the boys. They helped me plan the surprise.” You smiled softly at him.

“You sneaky bastards! I know everything!” Matty exclaimed dramatically making you cackle loudly. “Where did you even stay last night? You sleep with Ross?”

You knew there was a slight teasing undertone even if it was an innocent question and he was genuinely asking out of interest due to you arriving in the middle of the night. But you also knew he loved teasing Ross because you were the closest pairing out of the five of you. Not that you weren’t extremely close with the others but there was something about your relationship that the three of them knew was different than their own. “I did, yeah.”

“Bet he loved that!”  Matty smirked.

“Ohhh no I loved it. Best cuddles out of the lot of you!” You rolled your eyes at his teasing but it wasn’t a lie. “Now get fucking dressed! I want to do something nice seeing as we’re in Australia and then I’ll take you for lunch before I have to drop you off at work.” You scolded him, shoving him away from you. Rummaging through his suitcase to find something appropriate for him to wear so if anyone caught you, he didn’t look completely homeless next to you and believe me he has the ability when he’s in the mood.

Do you know what? You and Matty had a great few hours together, just the two of you. It had filled you completely with that warm fuzzy feeling as you couldn’t remember the last time you had hung out just the two of you. He showed you around the area, you visited a book store where you bought yourself and him some new books despite the fact that he argued that he didn’t want you to pay considering you had flown out for him but it was his birthday. Plus the boys totally charged your flights to the label after your own mini argument over it so if you can’t treat your friends on their birthday when can you. You took him out for lunch, took some photos with some fans that had spotted you both before heading to the arena and by the time he hit the stage that night, Matty was well and truly glowing. 

Touched by the fact you wanted to be there on his birthday despite being on the opposite side of the world. I mean you would do it for any of the boys, they were family they just didn’t need to know that you also needed their bassist to do absolutely unspeakable things to you too! So when he gave you a little shoutout, you didn’t mind this time even if he was being sly at the same time.

“Our best mate from school has flown out to see us. Whenever we look remotely cool and put together in public that’s all her! She claims she’s here for my birthday but personally I think it’s cause her and Ross are a bit co-dependant on each other!”

You rolled your eyes as Matty spoke to the audience; holding a large birthday cake in your hands. George was opening the door just as he addressed the fans, his cackle loud enough to be picked up around the many mics littered around the stage. Loud screams erupting as they watched the drummer bring you onto the stage. Matty only turning around once Hann was holding out his hand to help you down the stairs with the cake. 

Hand flying to his chest; Matty held it over his heart as you got nearer with the cake. Ross, Hann and G’s voice starting off the chorus of Happy Birthday before all the fans joined in. Matty wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you sang to him. After blowing out his candles; the singer pressed an appreciative kiss to your temple, squeezing you into an awkward side hug as you tried not to get cake all over him, before you reached up to happily return the kiss. But before you escaped the glare of thousands of iPhones capturing the moment you leant towards the mic before Matty could even stop you.

“Can I just say you’re more co-dependent on us that me and Ross ever will be!” You laughed loudly into his mic; sending a wink to the bassist. “Anyway enjoy the rest of your night everyone! Happy Birthday, love you Heals!”

You pulled away from Matthew with some speed before his intrusive thoughts could take over and he could shove your face into the cake or start throwing it at you. You were just about to head towards Hann’s awaiting helping hand when Ross was by your side in an instant and kissing your cheek, whispering a soft “Love you” into your ear before allowing Hann to kiss you too before leaving the stage; catching the kiss George blew at you just as Waughy held the door open for you to exit.

As soon as you were off stage; you placed the cake down and picked up your phone knowing a video of you bringing out a birthday cake would already be on a update account. What you weren’t expecting was all the comments relating to Ross prior to your appearance on how happy he seemed tonight or to be so invested in you.

“Did you see how his face lit up when their friend came on stage?”

“The boys all looked super fucking happy tonight and it’s cause their childhood bestie flew out to see them for Matty’s birthday. Friendship fucking goals!”

“But did you see how bashful he looked when Matty said they were co-dependent on each other?!”

“Man is 100% in love!”

“Am I sad it isn’t me that makes Ross blush like that? Yes! But Ruby is so fucking pretty!”

“The boys still being best friends with Ruby since they were in school is so freaking cute!”

“No way! They’re not into one another! Just look at them!”

“The way he rushed to give her a kiss before she left cause she wasn’t on his side of stage. Stop it I’m so soft. No one talk to me.”

You couldn’t even complain that social media was alight with conversation about you at this current moment because when you watched the video back of your brief interaction on stage with them. You couldn’t even lie. All the boys looked incredible happy and the way the love of your life was smiling at his feet when Matty made comment about the pair of you, you felt your chest pang as you realised that you never want to see him without that beautiful smile on his face. He was it for you. You wanted to make him smile for the rest of your life.

Home

Once the boys were back home from touring Australia and Asia; trying to tie them down in one place was a lot harder than you had anticipated. Of course Ross, Adam and Carly were all in London but with Matty being Matty, he had currently sent the world into a tail spin and Charli & G basically lived in Italy when they weren’t busy but you had sent a notification to your shared calendar that you wanted a get together to celebrate your birthday at some point around a handful of days you all seemed to have free.

After several meltdowns over Matthew���s whereabouts and his availability and having Hann take the reins to lock down a date. Your best friends were spending the eve of your birthday with you all together for the first time in years and you could have cried because the simplicity of just hanging out and not having to keep up appearances for prying eyes is what you longed for the most nowadays. It had been so long with the band’s career taking off, it’s why you always strived to keep your album tradition going. It was something just the five of you had that was yours and not for Jamie or the label or the fans. Just five childhood best friends celebrating each other.

A dinner. That’s all you wanted. The boys, Carly and Charli at your place where you could drink as much wine as you wanted without having to face paps and to eat delicious food. You were already winning considering you woke up the morning of your 34th birthday with the love of your life between your legs with his mouth on you and making you cum all over his face. He coaxed several orgasms out of you before it was even 9am and that was just with his mouth. You couldn’t really complain especially when he fucked you so good you almost blacked out after your fifth.

But now it was time to finish getting the apartment ready. Ross was hoovering the living room and you were placing table settings around your beautiful oak wood dining table. A present for Christmas off Ross; with a promise it will look perfect in your new shared house you had been renovating, that the pair of you purchased (in secret) back in January before tour started back up again.

You had a chef in the kitchen; helping to prepare most of what was to be your three course meal tonight and going over the instructions of how to finish each course off once your guests had arrived, as you observed him with your rollers in your hair and one of Ross’ hoodies that drowned you like a rat. He had only just left and you had only just managed to get out of his hoodie and into your outfit for the night (leather trousers and lace bodysuit) when the doorbell went. Guesses on who wasn’t early for your birthday! Letting Carly and Adam in you pulled Carly into your bedroom to have her help remove the rollers from your hair whilst the boys grabbed a beer. Matthew was next to arrive, shortly followed by George and Charli.

You had all settled into your living room with your drinks as they showered you with gifts despite the fact you had very clearly told them that their presence on your birthday was enough. It was after you had opened all of them that Charli was passing over one more.

“What’s this? Guys you’ve got me enough.” You sighed happily before tearing into the paper to find what seemed to be a photo album/scarp book of some sort.

“Just open it.” George pressed softly; a warm smile etched across his handsome features as you looked at them confused.

When you finally opened the front of it; eyebrows furrowed in confusion on what this could actually be. But you weren’t prepared for when you actually opened it, your breath getting caught in your throat when you saw pictures of yourself and the boys. Pictures you hadn’t seen in a very long time. Photos of you in school plays together. You, Ross and Matty at prom. You and Adam at his cousin’s wedding when you were nineteen. A ticket stub from their first big gig accompanied by the photo you forced the bartender to take of the five of you after said gig. A polaroid of the five of you on the set of the Love Me video. A page dedicated to all your Brits appearances with them. Debut album celebrations. All your birthdays. All their big mile stones.

Your vision already blurry; the tears threatening to spill as you curled into Ross’ side as you looked through the pages of your life with them. This was the sweetest gift. Then you turned the page; causing your head to fly up to stare at them with wide eyes. 

“What the fuck is this?!” You gasped.

“You’ve got to that page then?” George laughed as you turned it round to show the rest of them what you were looking at.

The rest of the room started laughing as they clocked eyes on what you were referring too. A page dedicated to four grainy pictures which seem to have been captured on a brick by the quality of them, encapsulating you kissing every single member of the band at some varying stages across your twenty five year friendship.

“What?!” Matty gasped dramatically, “It’s a big part of our story!”

“You’re the worst.” You chuckled. “But I love it. I love you guys so much.”  You whispered, holding the gift close to your chest. “Carls, I’m assuming you put this together?”

“I did.” She smiled sweetly before turning towards your lead singer. “But it was Matty’s idea.” Your lip jutted out in a pout as you made eye contact with the singer who was just watching you fondly with a smile on your face before bursting into tears. 

“You’re such a soft twat! Come here!” You managed to choke out some form of laugh as he piled on top of you to hug you tightly.

“Right dinner time before I just descend into a puddle of tears!”  You announced; ushering them all towards the dining room.

As you settle into your seats; more wine brought out to the table, another round of beers and your starter that the chef had plated up neatly on your kitchen counter. The seven of you tucked in as you settled into easy conversation about what was coming up for you all. The conversation and the wine flowing so easily; you hadn’t even realised that the past hour and a half had already passed and now it was time for you to clear the last of the remaining dishes from the remanence of what was left of your desert.

“I’ll help love.” You heard Ross say quietly; grabbing a couple of plates and following you back into the kitchen, where you quickly dumped everything on the side ready to wash later.

You had settled quickly into each other’s personal space; Ross leaning sideways against the counter you slotted into his his embrace as you filled the sink with hot water. Always finding a way to touch you; whether it was it was on your thigh throughout dinner or now as he watched pop the dishes in the sink to soak, his hand made it’s way into the back pocket of your leather trousers where it stayed as you busied yourself with your chores so you didn’t hate yourself later.

You weren’t even thinking about how five of your closest friends were just metres away in the next room or the fact that they didn’t know you were disgustingly in love with one another and had just bought a house together. They didn’t know you were together full stop but it was so easy to slip into his touch and allow him to bend down and kiss you so softly yet so deeply you could cry about it, whispers of “Happy Birthday Baby.” When the loudest gasp you’ve ever heard echoed through the kitchen.

Springing apart you both looked alarmed at Charli who was holding the empty bottle of wine from the table and gawping at you with her jaw on the floor. The others rushing to the kitchen to see what the commotion was, all of them slightly confused as yourself, Ross and Charli just stared each other out in silence.

“Do you want to share with the rest of the group what you were doing?” Charli challenged you with a cock of her eyebrow.

“The dishes.” You held up your soapy hands for an added nonchalantness flare.

“They were snogging. Ross hand his hand in her pants!” She very aggressively pointed at you, shooting you a dramatic glare.

“Now hold on!”  You held you hands out in defence. “He didn’t have his hands in my pants.” You rolled your eyes at her dramatics.

“Sorry. He had his hand in your butt pocket whilst you were snogging.” Charli sarcastically flung her arms (and wine bottle) about.

“So do you make this a regular thing? You know the whole snogging your mates thing?! Care to share the love?” George smirked; leaning his chin on his girlfriend’s head as he watched the both of you squirm under their glare.

The speed in which the both of you denied it was enough for them all to raise their eyebrows at your synchrony and look at you like you were fucking idiots. Matty was the first to speak.

“Did you really think we didn’t know you two were together?”

“What?” You managed to choke out, not ready to let them in on your little secret just yet.

“You guys have been in love with each other for years.” Matty opened his mouth again. “We’ve all got eyes, it was only a matter of time really before you both realised it. So when did this all start?” He asked; a warm smile on his face as his eyes flitted between both you and Ross, who’s arm had slinked its way over your shoulder and you knew everything would be fine with him by your side.

“October.” Ross confirmed.

“You hooked up in October?!” Charli eyes flew wide open. “And you’ve kept it secret this long!”

“Well actually we hooked up years ago!”  You shrugged. “But not the point!”  You laughed at their gaping expressions. “We got together in October though.”  You smiled into his chest. “How did you all figure it out anyway?”

“When we were at George’s for a bbq after lockdown. We were watching you watch the sunset, you were stood just like you are now, wrapped up in each other and I asked Ads if you both knew that you were in love with each other.”  Carly beamed brightly at you. “I’m so happy you that you figured it out!”

“She did! I just knew you’d figure it out eventually. That and I saw you sneaking out of the bathroom together at The Brits like three months ago!” Adam grinned as your jaw dropped at his revelation.

“You saw us and didn’t say anything?”

“It’s none of my business!” Adam shrugged; before wrapping his arm around his wife.

"I mean I kind of put things together last year after I found your stuff at Ross' place. I didn't really buy the whole 'sleepover' story when you live less than ten minutes away." George shrugged.

“I knew you were in love back in 2015!”  Matty dropped casually making you roll your eyes because there was no fucking way. You didn’t even hook up until 2017 so how could he have known.

“No you didn’t! We didn’t hook up until 2017 so how did ‘you know’ two years prior to that Matthew?”  

A round of “2017?!” Rung through your kitchen at your confession making you both laugh but you chose to ignore it when Matty told you how “he knew”

“What do you think the real reason the scene with you in the hot tub got scrapped? You were essentially eye fucking each other the entire time! Looked so sickeningly in love it was a joke. I told them to scrap it to protect the both of you from the internet. Also you should have been looking at me like that you bitch!" He grinned. "You’re already co-dependent on each other so it was basically a matter of time. I’ve just been waiting for it to happen.”

“So you’re not all mad we didn’t tell you?” Ross addressed the group.

“Of course we’re not mad!” Hann; the angel he is spoke up for the collective.

“I mean we’re just glad you grew some balls!” George was next to speak.

“Yeah dude you’ve been in love with her for ages!” Matty laughed; singing at you.

You felt your eyes water as you took in the words of the people who mean the most to you, tell you that they approve of you and Ross. Turning to look up at your boyfriend; you immediately stood on your tip toes and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Insanely happy you didn’t have to hide it anymore. The pair of you giggling against each other as your friends hollered at you as you continued to press your lips together. 

Best birthday ever!

[the-24-7-lawlu-library]

Hello!

I have a trip in a few days and I need some longfics to help me survive, do you have any recs?

Hello there! I hope we are not too late with answering. Of course we can't leave you alone in this! Here are some recs:

I’d Forgotten How Nice Romance Was, Then You Reminded Me by Living4LifesSake (M)

At forty-four years old, Luffy was content with the way things were. Sure his life hadn't exactly gone like he had originally thought it would, but it was fine. He had a good job, a cute dog, a whole gang of awesome friends, a supportive family; things were great. He was fine with being single. Then, one fateful night, he got sat by a handsome man at a bar. And suddenly, everything changed. A story where Law and Luffy learn that you’re never too old to have a whirlwind romance.

Lead Me Back to Suffering by Purplehairedwonder (M) [non-con, includes Doflamingo/Law]

In the wake of Kaido's fall, Law is kidnapped from the shores of Wano.

Inhuman Potential by Sydneyxface (E) [Blood and Gore]

Dr. Trafalgar Law has seen many wild and surprising things come across his table as a pathologist, but nothing compares to one of his decedents waking from the dead - and thirsty for his blood. And so Law befriends (and beds) a vampire named Luffy and is pulled into the chaos that surrounds him - which involves cracking a case of missing people supposedly being used as slave labor for the elites of the world... the Celestial Dragons. Alternate Universe - Modern day, 2023.

Not a Ball or a Chain by HollowIsTheWorld (T) [AU-Modern]

Trafalgar Law grew up hoping he would be one of the handful of people to never develop a soulmate mark. Now that that hasn't panned out, however, he's willing to settle for just never meeting them. Unfortunately for him, Monkey D. Luffy is a hard person to avoid.

At the End of the Day by Artificial_Starlight (M) [Edit: we corrected the link]

It was such a simple thing to get worked up about, he knew, and maybe it was because he's so removed from normal social interaction that the idea of new friends coming into his life only bothered him. He only needed the three - they gave him enough trouble! They already bugged him enough to hang out, already caused drama that he was dragged into, already teased him about his idiosyncrasies... They already knew about his issues; spent years around his ever changing moods as he tried to be less angry, less scared, less obsessive. They already tried with mixed results to help him sleep, heal, and trust. He didn't need anyone else getting that close. However, as he began to walk away, he couldn't help but believe that not taking Straw-hat's words seriously would be a mistake.

the thing that remains by tciddaemina (M)

He'd had a plan. Destroy the SAD manufacture plant, destroy the SMILE factory... A kidnapping here, a bit of extortion there. Simple, at least by Law's standards. The Straw Hats had been a surprise, but a manageable one. Doflamingo would submit to their demands, sealing his own fate, or they'd destroy the factory and Kaidou would finish the job for them. He'd had a plan. Now Law doesn't know what's going on, but its definitely not the plan.

Boyfriend's Duties by martilla (E)

“Good evening,” Law said calmly. “I am looking for…” he looked down at the medical chart in his hands. “Monkey D. Luffy.” The boy on the bed smiled immediately when he heard his name, a curious and excited look in his eyes. “That’s me!” He shouted out. “Are you the doctor? They said that they were sending a doctor before dinner and I am really hungry, so if you are the doctor this means that I am gonna eat soon!” The two men in the room groaned at that sentence and Law felt taken aback by the enthusiasm of the guy. He was either stupid or not aware of the gravity of his injury, if his only thought was dinner. “Yes, I am the surgeon that will operate on you,” he answered. “My name is Trafalgar Law.” * Law is a surgeon who needs some light in his life. Then Luffy happens.

-Mod Raiya

[scribblesofagoonerr]

— chaos fc masterlist

pairings: kim little x reader, kyra cooney cross x reader, leah williamson x reader, arsenal wfc x reader

summary: an Aussie pest and an English pest who are best friends and love to cause chaos together!

i'm never babysittin' again!

readers' a menance on the trip to melbourne along with her partner in crime, kyra, and poor kimmy's almost having a nervous breakdown over it.

mission: chaos fc

just 2 best friends being pests together, and enlisting the help of the young guns to help them out

yer' a pair of pests!

reader and kyra continue to cause mayhem on the trip in melbourne with katie falling victim of their latest prank

wheres' dumb and dumber?

reader and kyra continue to try and cause trouble down under, however, some of the girls are quick to realise before its' too late. also, reader is a protective guarddog when it comes to her best friend getting hurt.

come get yer' kid!

the flight back to london and kim still can't catch a break, much to her surprise it's not reader causing the chaos this time though.

wee' bit of haggis in scotland

readers joins viv, kaylan and myle in scotland during the international break, and of course shes' her usual self.

yeehaw' it's cowgirl era

readers' in her cowgirl era as she goes to nashville with leah and her family, she tries to contain her excitement, but its' too much to handle at the end of the night.

you can kiss my ass, cowboy!

monkey's continuing her adventures in nashville with leah and her family, and of course she's her usual chaotic self throughout.

glastonbury

a four part mini series in the chaos fc masterlist about monkey's adventures at glastonbury

head cannons/blurbs

leah being drunk | making a fool of herself

monkey encouraging leah to drink more

monkey winding leah up the morning

monkey's past

captain kimmy & monkey blurb

england call up

media duties with monkey & kyra

continental cup celebrations

monkey's instagram photo dump

© scribblesofagoonerr

[derangedanomaly]

Songs that I listen to while drawing the boys

(super random post- but I just thought I'd share this with ya lol. All of these songs fit them btw)

CHAOS:

Lana Del Rey: Diet Mountain Dew, Trash Magic, I want it all

Asteria: EYES ON ME, WHAT YOU WANT

Melanie Martinez: The Contortionist

6arelyhuman: Faster N Harder

DPR IAN: Don't Go Insane

Laurie Anderson: O Superman (ISTFG THIS FITS HIM SO MUCH)

Slowdive: When The Sun Hits

Lady Gaga: Heavy Metal Lover

Grimes: Genesis

Billie Eilish: What Was I Made For? (THIS ALSO FITS HIM SO MUCH)

Rihanna: Breaking Dishes, Disturbia

T-Pain: Take your shirt off

Chart: HEAVEN SAYS

Adele: Skyfall

Madonna: 4 Minutes

Bambee: Bumblebee

Elvis Presley: Can't help falling in love with you

NIGHTMARE:

Isabel LaRosa: Older

Mitski: Me and My Husband, Your best American Girl

Black Gryph0n: INSANE

Axie: I'M SANE, TERRIBLE THINGS

Insane Clown Posse: Halls Of Illusions

Beetlejuice musical: That Beautiful Sound

Namika: je ne parle pas français

Lana Del Rey: Once Upon A Dream

Dev: Monster

Slipknot: People = Shit

Lydia the Bard: Cover of TOXIC (Sadder and darker)

Heathers, the musical: Meant To Be Yours

Ayesha Erotica: Shitzu, Where you at, Hands Up!

Adele: Million Years Ago

Lady Gaga: Bad Romance

Theory of a Deadman: Bitch came back

ACE:

MCCAFFERTY: BeachBoy

Cigarettes After Sex: Cry, Sunsetz, Crush, Sweet, Apocalypse, K

Mitski: Lonesome Love, First Love / Late Spring

Mindless Self Indulgence: Lights Out

JT Music: Anytime You Smile

Miike Snow: Genghis Khan

Charlie XCX: Speed Drive

Tom Cardy: Red Flags

Connie Francis: Stupid Cupid

Arctic Monkeys: I wanna be yours

Jamie Foxx: Fly Love

Måneskin: GOSSIP

Melanie Martinez: Evil

Beyoncé: Beautiful Liar

Wheatus: Teenage Dirtbag

Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody

J. Cole: She knows

TV Girl: Lovers Rock

BLADE:

Lustra: Scotty Doesn't Know

Rammstein: Sonne

Tally Hall: Two Wuv

Mother Mother: Problems

6arelyhuman: Hands Up!, GMFU

Elvis Presley: Jailhouse Rock

Kreayshawn: Go Hard (La.La.La)

Toy-Box: E.T.

Boygenius: Not Strong Enough

4 Door Theater: Porcelain Face

Britney Manson: FASHION

Psychosticks: I can only count to four

Ryan Gosling: I'm just Ken (he's a fan 😔✋)

Tom Cardy: H.Y.C.Y.BH, Best Friends

Owl City: Good time

Dazey and the Scouts: Wet

TED:

Melanie Martinez: EVIL, Cake

Cavetown: Boys Will Be Bugs, Devil Town

Faouzia: Born Without a Heart

Maddie Zahm: Fat Funny Friend

Soddiken: Hansel

Mitsuki: Abbey

The Dresden Dolls: My Alcoholic Friends

Radiohead: Creep

Sarah Cothran: As The World Caves In

Skillet: Monster

TOOPOOR: Crazy Girls

Lady Gaga: Government Hooker (I just can't help but imagine the man's voice as Ted's- 😭)

6arelyhuman: XOXO

Insane Clown Posse: Halls of Illusion

Why did I actually spend my time doing this? 💀