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I Feel Depressed When People Look at Me with Lusts - Comedienne, Mummy Wa (Kemi Ikuseedun)

I Feel Depressed When People Look at Me with Lusts - Comedienne, Mummy Wa (Kemi Ikuseedun)

Kemi Ikuseedun, Mr. Macaroni’s matrimonial wife in many of his comedy skits has revealed how she usually feels when people look at her body shape. This is revealed in a recent interview she had with Saturday Sun. Kemi is known for her characteristic slaps and being a no-nonsense woman who will go at any length to stop Mr. Macaroni from engaging in any out-of-marriage affairs in some of their…

[pinkmasquerade]

Me if getting horrendously attached to a random comedy/slice-of-life with an inactive fanbase was illegal:

[timothylawrence]

the whole discourse going on about the lack of an Arab actor/actress in the one piece show is like the least surprising thing. like the world has always failed to cast Arabs in Arab roles that promote Arabness or are any semblance of positive… why are we still acting surprised

[momoloveyooneunhye]

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MASTER LIST OF GIANT/TINY CONTENT

Disclaimer, I have not looked up everything on this list and most of it was suggested from others. I cannot promise the accuracy of the content. Suggestions for the list are more than welcome, leave a comment on the post for people to browse through after checking to see if its on the list already :)

I’ll be editing and adding to it here and there, so some reblogs of the post might be outdated. I suggest clicking on the source /main post to get the newest version. The old list can be found here.

7 deadly sins

A bug's life

Aaahh!!! Real Monsters (some episodes)

Adventure time

Alice in Wonderland

Alvin and the chipmunks

Amour de poshe (the girl in his pocket)

Animorphs: #24

Ant bully

Ant man (1 and 2)

Antz

Archies weird mysteries (one ep)

Army of darkness

Art Attack

Arthur and the Invisibles

Athena complex (webcomic)

Attack of the 50 foot cheerleader.

Attack of the 50 Foot Woman

Attack of the puppet people

Barbie and the nut cracker

barbie movies (look up specifics)

Barbie Thumbelina

Beastars

Beatle juice

Berserk

Big man japan

Bottle Fairy

Bramble the mountain king. (video game)

Brave little tailor (mickey mouse)

Bugs life?

Captain America: Civil War

Card captor sakura (one ep and some scenes)

Christmas Stories: The Tin Soldier is a good one.

Clifford the big red dog

Cuphead: Don’t deal with the Devil (mostly with certain bosses)

Darby o’gill and the little people

David the Gnome

Disenchantment

Dollman

Downsizing

Dr cyclops

Dr who (one ep: into the dalek)

Dragon ball

Dungeon meshi (a few chapters)

Ella Enchanted

Elusive people.(video game)

Epic

Ernest and Celestine (more of a mini-giant/doll-sized tiny size dynamic)

Fairytale: a true story (1997)

Fantastic Planet

Fantastic voyage

Ferngully

Final space episode 5

Frame arms girl.

Futurama (some episodes)

Gelias and the giant

Gen V

George shrinks

Gods of Egypt

Godzilla

Grandpa in my pocket

Gravity falls (one episode)

Grounded (video game)

Guardians of the Galaxy (vol. 2 more so than the first one)

Gulliver's Children (webtoon)

Gullivers travels (1939, 1977, 2010) as a well as a mini-tv series

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: Aladdin

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: Season 2, Episode 2 thumbelina

Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child: The shoemaker and the elves

Helmecrons

Help I shrunk my friends

Help I shrunk my parents

Help I shrunk my teacher

Here come the littles

Hilda

Honey I blew up the kid

Honey I shrunk the audience ride at Disneyland

Honey I shrunk the kids

Hornby sets

How to Keep a Mummy ( Miira no Kaikata)

Inch high private eye

Innerspace

Invincible (Some episodes)

It takes two (game)

Jack and the Beanstalk

Jack and the Beanstalk: The Real Story

Jack the giant slayer

Jackie Chan Adventures (one episode)

Jaimes and the giant peach

Jitsu wa watashi wa (mostly the 4th episode)

Journey 2 The Mysterious Island

King kong

Kubo and the two strings

Land of the giants

Legoland

Lilo and Stitch the series (two episodes)

Little (Grrl) 

little nightmares 1 and 2 (game)

Littles

Lord of the rings

Macross sequel shows (-anime-)

Mars attacks!

Mickey and the bean stalk

Micro Machines

Micro Ventures

Militsioner (Video game)

Minami-Kun no Koibito (2015)

Minish cap (video game)

Moana

Modest Heroes Kanini and Kanino (Short film)

Monster (video game)

Monsters Vs Aliens

My hero Academia (some episodes)

My Little Lover

My Miniature Manual (webtoon)

My Monster Secret (specifically one character)

natsume yuujinchou

Nau-lmg

Night at the Museum

Nils holgersson

Ok Ko! lets be Heroes season 3 episode 9 Planet Vacation

One Punch Man (some episodes)

Onward (a few scenes)

Osmosis Jones

Ozzy and Drix

Pans labyrinth

Paper mario sticker star (Video game, two levels)

Peter pan

Pikmin 1, 2, and 3 (game)

Pinocchio

Pokemon sun/moon anime second season (one ep)

Ponyo

Rainbow Magic

Ratatouille

Rick n morty (one episode)

Robotech (-comic series; new ones-)

Robotech (season one/The Macross Saga) (-anime-)

Robotech Remix (-comic series-)

Super Danganronpa 2 (video game, final boss)

Shadow of the colossus (video game)

Small blessings (webcomic)

Small Lands Survive The Wilds (Video game)

Small soldiers (1998)

Smallfoot

Smurfs

Smurfs lost village

Snorks

Spirit of wonder: The shrinking of miss China

SpongeBob SquarePants (the wumbo episode)

Steven universe

Stormlight Archive (-book series; has tiny fae people-)

Strange days at blake holesy high (one episode)

Strange magic

Stuart Little

Sugar apple fairy tale.

Super giant robot brothers.

Tales to Astonish (comics)

Ted Hughes

Tentacular. (video game)

The 3 worlds of gulliver

The 7th voyage of sinbad

The amazing colossal man

The bee movie

The BFG

The bfg 1989

The borrowers (1973, 1993 1997, 2011)

The Borrowers (Arrietty)

The Borrowers exhibition at the Hancock Museum

The Boys (some episodes)

The dwarf and the giant 1901

The Fantastic Planet

The hobbit

The hulk

The incredible shrinking man

The incredible shrinking woman

The Indian in the cupboard

The iron giant

The iron man

The Journey.

The Last Guardian (video game)

The Last of the Huggermuggers by Christopher Pearse Cranch

The Little Bits

The littles

The magic school bus

The nut cracker

The owl house (one episode)

The phantom planet

The Rescuers

The return of the Borrowers 1992 and 1993 tv series

The Secret of Nimh

The secret world of Arrietty

The Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde

The simsons (one episode)

The storyteller (one ep)

The Suspicion and #42

The Sword in the Stone

The tale of the princess kaguya

The ultimate avengers (1 & 2)

Thumbelina

Time loader. (video game)

Tinkerbell and The Great Fairy Rescue

Tinkerbell and The Pirate Fairy

Tinkerbell movies

Tinykin. (video game)

Tom and Jerry

Tomb thumb

Townsmen VR. (video game)

Toy story

Transformers

Transformers (old series)

Troll hunter

Troll in central park...??

Trolls

Trolls band together

Ultraman cosmos

Underdogs

Unravel. Porcelain tales. (video game)

Valkyrie Drive Mermaid (one episode.)

Village of the giants

Violet Goes to The Beach (webtoon)

VR Giants. (video game)

We’re Back! A dinosaur story

When the Dolls Woke (book)

Wild Kratts

Wild, wild planet

Wiplala

Wrath of the Titans (one scene)

Wreck it ralph

Yarn (video game)

Zootopia

[simspaghetti]

I always get asks about what mods I use, and as I've been playing World Adventures recently for the Completionist LEPacy challenge, I've been trying to compile some mods specific to that expansion - I thought I'd share all the ones I've found here so anyone else who is new to WA can have some recommendations!

If this ends up being useful to anyone, I'm happy to make one of these mod pack lists for each EP - let me know if that's something you'd like!

Also, if anyone has any more suggestions on mods I should add to this list, please let me know and I'll include them!

Nraas Traveller

This mod overhauls the travel system and allows all types & ages of sims to travel, and also allows travel to any EA or custom world you have installed, not just the 3 standard vacation ones - so your sims could take a vacation in Sunlit Tides or Monte Vista if they want to!

PotatoBalladSims distant terrain fix for France & Qahne's Smaller Eiffel Tower

These mods are both just small aesthetic changes for France, the first one fixes blocky trees in the distance and the second one makes the Eiffel Tower a way more realistic size

TheBleedingWoodland's Shang Simla Icon Fix

This changes Shang Simla's icon to the Forbidden City which is actually located in China

Twinsimming's Take Practice Shots Mod

The photography skill can be so tedious to level up as you have to take photographs manually, this mod makes it much easier as you can leave your sims to idlly practice photography like they can do with any other skill

OutOfIdeas' More Unique Adventures Per Day

I was having a big problem where I would go to a country in search of a specific adventure to unlock a tomb & have to return home 8 days later, having nothing come up on the adventure board during my sims stay - this mod fixes that annoying problem as it allows for more adventures to appear each day, there are several flavours to choose from so it's totally customisable with how 'cheaty' you want to go!

NanaBx3's fishing box chest fix

There used to be a small chance that sims would reel in a treasure box when going fishing, but the feature got borked in one of the patches years ago and was never fixed - this mod makes it more likely you will come across this cool feature, it features additional items to be discovered in treasure boxes if WA is installed

LowMotivesWarning's Not-So-Weak Mummies

This ups the athletic ability of mummies & likelihood of your sim getting cursed to make them much more dangerous & threatening

StrexSims More Townies for Vacation Worlds

This is not technically a mod as it's a pack of sims, but it basically allows for more of the sims walking around town to fit in with the aesthetics of that neighbourhood - if you like this pack I strongly recommend checking out this creator's other townie packs, as they've released them for most EA worlds!

Nectar Combinatorics

Minor improvement to the nectar-making skill that makes it more user-friendly, adds the option to experiment with random fruit until your sim works out some good combinations - then they can just add garuanteed 'good' fruit combinations to the machine rather than endlessly experimenting with fruit to find out what combos work

[Requires Late Night] Default Replacement Nectar Glass

Replaces the nectar tumbler glass with a much nicer looking wine glass, this does require LN to work otherwise the glass will be invisible!

[fayes-fics]

Teacher Bridgerton

2k Celebration Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Modern AU Benedict, primary school art teacher

Warnings: none... fluff, dad!Benedict

Word Count: 830

Authors Note: Last of my 2k follower celebration drabbles. This is for @guiltywaves with the prompt of art teacher Benedict (ask here). i had to end with some soft dad!Benedict, Unbetaed. Enjoy! <3

“Is this right, Mr Brid-etun?” a boy holds a piece of paper aloft, struggling to enunciate the last name a little, wiggling in his tiny chair.

“Daniel, this is art,” Benedict explains softly as he drops to kneeling next to the little boy. “There is no right or wrong; just whatever you want to draw, do that. And please call me Ben.”

The boy looks at him wide-eyed, almost suspicious. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am sure. I am your art teacher, remember?”

The boy nods solemnly and reaches across the low table for a crayon. 

“Fank you, Ben,” he murmurs, a little peek of tongue at the corner of his mouth as he draws an arc in bright green.

Benedict smiles at the little boy and then stands back up to survey the cheery art room filled with 5-year-olds, preoccupied with crayons and their imaginations. It never fails to make him happy when Reception Year has its lesson every Wednesday morning. And not just because of one very special person it contains.

He never saw himself as a teacher, but a 2-month volunteering stint at summer classes on a whim became a temporary placement the following term that somehow became a job. That was seven years ago—he has never felt more content.

“Uncle Ben, I drew a cat!” a voice pipes up proudly, and he turns around to see Mary Bridgerton beaming up at him, holding a picture of what could possibly be a cat. It's a bright purple circle with rather demonic-looking red eyes and lightning-bolt yellow whiskers.

“Mary, that's very… colourful,” he offers diplomatically, bending down to ruffle her hair. “But remember, I'm just supposed to be Ben at school; I'm Uncle Ben at home,” he whispers as his brother's youngest child taps a finger to her nose with a wink, her pretty brown eyes shining as if agreeing to safeguard some grand secret. 

“I want to draw a car,” Mary’s friend Lila sighs wistfully.

“You can do it, Lila. Here,” Benedict hands her a blue crayon. “Try with this. I can help if you get stuck. I’ll be right here. And look, it's blue, just like your Mummy’s car.”

Lila rolls her eyes. “Yes, I know, Daddy. I’m not colourblind like Uncle Colin,” she replies dryly, eliciting a peal of laughter from Mary. She is often far more mature than her years, and she is growing up so fast that sometimes it terrifies him.

“Lila!” he admonishes quietly. “Remember, you must call me Ben when we are at school! And Uncle Colin isn't colourblind; he is just clueless about how to dress himself,” Benedict adds with slight relish.

“But Mary just called you Uncle Ben,” Lila retorts, drawing a quite impressive version of a blue car for her age—Benedict's heart wells at the sight but schools his expression the best he can.

“It was a accident!” Mary pipes up, indignant.

“It’s okay, Mary,” Benedict soothes. “Just remember to call me Ben at school if you can.”

She agrees and returns to her art—starting on a quiet terrifying-looking green dog. 

_____

“Mummy, look!” Lila runs up to you as you walk in from work after a long day, the delicious scent of garlic and herbs greeting you as soon as the front door opens.

She is holding aloft a remarkable drawing of a blue car. Very much like the one you just climbed out of.

“That's wonderful, Lila!” you compliment as you drop your work bag and take the paper from her for a closer look, kissing her cheek before she runs back to the kitchen table excitedly.

You wander in after her, admiring her handiwork, to be greeted by your husband feeding your baby boy in his highchair as dinner simmers away on the hob.

“Somebody is taking after her Daddy,” you smile indulgently, leaning in to kiss his jaw as you watch his face light up with joy, seeing what you have in your hands. He turns his head to capture your lips instead.

“I am so ridiculously proud; she's my star pupil. That's bad to say, isn't it?” he confesses over your lips, grimacing slightly in an utterly enchanting way.

You chuckle, nuzzling his face, enjoying the slight rasp of stubble. “It's just fine, Mr Bridgerton. I do believe it’s okay to play favourites if the class contains your own daughter.” 

“I'm just glad she draws better than Mary,” he confesses, keeping his voice soft enough that Lila cannot hear.

“That bad, eh?” you laugh, dropping a kiss on your son's hair as he mashes banana into his own cheek, burbling happily.

“Stuff of nightmares,” he shudders, and you can’t help but giggle.

“Well, I'm certainly not telling Anthony,” you warn, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his twine around your waist, pulling you into his comforting embrace. “Or Kate.”

“Yeah, me either; I’ll give Mary a gold star and lie at parents' evening,” he jests into your hair.

“Smart man, teacher Bridgerton.”

Benedict taglist: @makaylan @foreverlonginguniverse @iboopedyournose @colettebronte @aintnuthinbutahounddog @severewobblerlightdragon @margofiore @writergirl-2001 @heeyyyou @enichole445 @enchantedbytomandhenry @ambitionspassionscoffee @chaoticcalzoneranchsports @nikaprincessofkattegat @baebee35 @crowleysqueenofhell @bridgertontess @fiction-is-life @lilacbeesworld @angels17324 @broooookiecrisp @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @eleanor-bradstreet @divaanya @musicismyoxygen84 @benedictspaintbrush @miindfucked @sorryallonsy @lilithseve @cayt0123 @hottytoddyhistory @truly-dionysus @fictionalmenloversblog @zinzysstuff @malpalgalz @panhoeofmanyfandoms @kinokomoonshine @causeimissu @delehosies @mlovesbridgerton @m-rae23 @last-sheep

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of november

jesse patrick ferguson mama

a.e. stallings momentary

nate klug squirrels

fady joudah tell life

joyelle mcsweeney percussion grenade: "dear fi jae 2 (ms. merongrongrong)"

thomas james letters to a stranger: "mummy of a lady named jumtesonekh"

mukoma wa ngugi logotherapy: "i swear i see skulls coming"

kim hyesoon mama's expansion (tr. don mee choi)

nikki giovanni my house: "mothers"

harmony holiday gazelle lost in watts

calvin forbes mama said

marianne chan all heathens: "momotaro in the philippines"

richard speakes mama loves janis joplin

sara teasdale a november night

tyrone williams adventures of pi: "mama's boy"

reynolds price rescue

mary moore easter mama said...

frank stanford you: "faith, dogma, and heresy"

elinor wylie full moon

melissa johnson cancer voodoo: "mama's hair"

noor hindi breaking [news]

kemi alabi a financial planner asks about my goals, or golden shovel with cardi b's "money"

franny choi perihelion: a history of touch (this is one of my favourites)

james k. baxter selected poems: "wild bees"

kevin prufer black woods

evan kennedy the sissies: "(the) abashed"

jacob polley the house that jack built

primus st. john communion: poems 1976-1998: "after that"

frank stanford you: "freedom, revolt, and love"

monika sok bodhisattvas at the beach in november

kofi

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐂𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬ú𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥 || 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ On Halloween night, your jealousy puts in danger your relationship with Miguel. On Día de Muertos, Miguel and you are officially forevermore lovers, baking pan de muertos and building an altar.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_ angst, fluff, new relationship!trope, shy!soft!Miguel, shy!jealous!reader, unnoficial part two of burning witches (you don’t have to read it, but highly recommended)

𝐀/𝐍_ 1989 TV is amazing!. One of my faves is You are in love, use the song with this

♪ ♫ My Miguel O’Hara playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

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How could you sit there eating vegetarian sushi and look so pretty?

Miguel was embellished, looking at your straightened hair and band graphic tee. You were talking about some movie you wanted to see with him while eating a roll of sweat potato, cream cheese, and other ingredients.

“Amor, are you listening?” How he could not feel embarrassed when you’re giving him a sweet smile.

“Sorry, I got distracted” You arch your brow, playfully.

“By what? Is there a pretty waitress behind me?” He rolls his eyes as you giggle, leaning to eat from his noddles.

“Actually, I was getting lost on how good you look today.” Now he chuckles after seeing you so flustered and avoiding his eyes with a mouth full of sushi.

“Ay, pero qué bonita” You swear your cheeks are going to explode because of Miguel and his constant flattering.

You won’t believe it's been a week since you two started dating.

“Ya!” You try to stop him from laughing at your blushed face.

“Okay pues, bonita” Both of you smile at each other. And even the people around you who are eating seem con motioned by the cuteness of your lover’s antics for you.

“So… this winter… Are you teaching me how to drive finally?” he eyed you briefly but ended up nodding.

“I guess so. Just… we’ll get you a junk car to start” You rolled your eyes. Of course, he didn’t trust you after telling him of that little accident from last year.

“Despite that, I’m okay. I want a vintage rav4. That was my childhood car, well… my dad’s but” he chuckled. There were a lot of moments where he found you being so cute and adorable.

“Sorry… I’m still learning to shut up.”

“No, hermosa. Never shut up” and there was his silly smirk that had you on your knees. In that instance, he unconsciously showed all the love he felt for you.

“I warned you. But… What are you doing on Halloween night?” Jess was hosting a retro Halloween-themed party.

You already had your vintage bat costume with shimmers and see-through fabric.

“Not sure yet…” his answer disappointed you a little. Of course, the relationship was new, but you really wanted to spend Halloween with him.

“Oh. That’s okay.” And then, your answer disappointed him a little. He was debating whether to propose something to you or not.

“You have plans…” you shrugged, finishing your sushi roll.

“Not sure yet” Your smile was honest. But only you knew that your reply was a way to protect yourself. You trusted your boyfriend, but you weren’t ready for an early first fight or related.

Neither of you proposed something to do together. Maybe it wasn’t the best decision…

…

Halloween day and you didn’t talk with Miguel. At least you knew he had a long mission and since you were done with your part, you left without having an opportunity to exchange words with him. He had been talking with a woman. Once you suggested him to hang out with him that night in the folkloric earth you almost got burned like a medieval witch.

Talking about witches, no magic tonight.

That didn’t stop you from attending Jess’s party.

“Girl, look at you…” Jess greeted dressed in a seductive mummy costume. Her baby was attached to her hip and also dressed as a little mummy.

“Hey, you’re holding a baby, Jessica.” She giggles after realizing what you meant.

“Yeah, and you showed up here dressed like that” Although your costume wasn’t as sexy as hers, it was very noticeable.

“What can I say?” Both of you laugh and finally, you enter the house.

“Drinks are in the yard, most of the adults are there. For the kids, fried stuff and pizza” You can see most of your younger friends there, playing games and eating.

“I think I’m in the mood for the mezcal and fried lasagna.”

“You got it!” As Jess leaves his baby crawling towards Gwen, who’s dressed like a zombie, you follow the host of the party outside. Promising yourself to go back inside and greet your friends.

“Oh my god! Peter!” You greet shocked. Peter was in an elegant Dracula costume. He looked very nice, in contrast to his usual disheveled looks at the Spider Society’s HQ.

“You showered!” The other guests laugh, and you keep greeting other coworkers and friends.

“Very funny. But you? Where’s your silly boyfriend I know you want to impress?”

“Not here,” you say laughing. And Ben is offering the mezcal you oh so desperately needed.

To be honest, you missed him. But you were a little proud and stubborn to admit it. Also, while you sunk all the possible jealousy about seeing Miguel and that spider woman talking earlier, you were a little afraid. Because deep inside you knew there would be some miscommunication problems with Miguel.

“Get comfortable. Peter was about to tell us his most spooky experience” Jess says appearing with a beer in her hand.

“Ready for it…” With that, the first round of alcohol began.

An hour later you are dancing with Margo and Pavitr. Then, every word Peter and Ben said made you laugh so hard. You think they’ve never been funnier than that night. And that was a lot to say. Especially from Peter who was naturally funny as hell.

…

You really wanted to pee. But you had been laughing so hard with Jess, Hobie, Ben and Peter. You are near tearing from the bad jokes and sassy comments floating around.

“Time up, time up. I’m gonna pee if I don’t go now.” Jess tells you where the bathroom is, and you start your way inside. And then you turn to the kitchen, your eyes wide open as you spot your boyfriend.

Miguel is there, all dressed in black, drinking a beer and laughing with Anya Corazón.

Jealousy makes your blood boil. But suddenly sadness floods you. The disappointment beats the anger, triggered by the high amount of alcohol in your system. Your brain knew it was silly and immature. But since the day of the sushi date, you had that little torn stuck, where Miguel wasn’t adding you completely to his plans.

As soon as Miguel spots you with teary eyes, you turn around, directly to the house door.

“Hey, wait up…” Miguel stops you a few steps away from the entrance.

“Are…Are you crying?” He asks when you finally face him.

You couldn’t help it. It was the insecurity of being with such a great and difficult person. So, you sigh, eyes all teary and a red nose tip too.

“Well. I had a really good time. And the last thing I expected on my way to the bathroom was finding my boyfriend drinking beers and laughing closely with a girl.” He sighs, his tall and broad figure covering your whole figure from any possible guest trying to see what is happening.

You looked very beautiful. He wasn’t even sure if Jess invited you, but how could have been so stupid? Of course, she would.

“I didn’t know you were coming” he admits. Calm tone, and a neutral face, but he avoids your eyes.

You look at him reluctantly. So, since he didn’t know he could be giggling and shit with girls? Nah, no way.

“Yeah… And that’s the fucking problem” you attack with a broken voice, leaving him there standing alone. Avoiding a fight.

He’s about to follow you. But he stays there, not even understanding what happened. But he questioned if it was over. A struck strike him in the heart. If he unintentionally hurt you, he would be fully disappointed with himself. Not on Halloween night. Not one day before a special one for him.

He would do things right.

But for the rest of the night, you don’t leave his head and thoughts in peace.

…

30 missing messages, 4 missed calls, and 5 voicemails on the next morning.

First, Jess…

Hey, why you left the party? Please call me, I need to know what happened.

Babe, Miguel told me what happened last night. He’s an asshole, but he loves you so much. Please talk to him.

Then Peter.

My dear friend, I’m sorry for what happened yesterday. We were having such a great time. Listen, Miguel will try to talk to you. Tomorrow is a hard day for him. We know our boy, he’s not good with words and feelings, but he cares for you a lot. I talked to him all night after you left. He wasn’t right, but you have to talk to him, he loves you.

It’s gonna be fine, honey. Jess, me, the kids, we’re here for you. Love you!

And finally, Miguel.

Mi niña hermosa, I literally have no words to explain what happened last night. I just need you to know that… I love you. We need to talk about this, please.

Please, y/n. Tomorrow is Día de muertos and… I don’t want us to spend the day with misunderstandings.

Oh God…

Miguel sounded like a big teddy bear, saying lovely words to soothe you. It made your heart flutter, and it increased your hangover.

“Fuck…” you whispered, rubbing your eyes.

Flashes start hitting you. Having a great night, then seeing Miguel with Anya, and basically leaving him alone. How idiot you were.

You could have talked like a grown adult instead of throwing a tantrum and crying.

But you felt weird since he avoided telling you his plans for Halloween.

And finally, it hit you.

Maybe Miguel didn’t tell you anything because the following day of Halloween was Día de Muertos. A special day for him to remember his kid. He barely talked about Gabriella though. But the brief moments where he mentioned her to you, were unmatched. He missed his little girl. And you couldn’t imagine the pain of losing a daughter. You couldn’t leave Miguel alone. Or at least without an apology.

What a terrible girlfriend.

However, that didn’t excuse him from his poor communication skills.

You would do things right.

…

From both sides of the door, there's nervousness rushing.

You tug the hem of your skirt, then you hurry to brush your hair and wait. Miguel’s heart pounds as he suspects it’s you who’s knocking on the door. Since he rarely received visitors. So, when he opens the door, he finds you looking extremely shy and blushed.

“I’m sorry. I acted so immature, and I know today is a special day for you. I brought some things for you to use. And I’ll leave, I just wanted you-”

He pulls you in a tight hug, making you shut up. Around three minutes pass and he still holds you in his giant arms. You feel there are no more words needed as if the hug was a mutual apology.

Miguel digs his nose into your hair, smelling your shampoo and he thanks life for getting you two back together.

“I just wanted you here today with me…” he mumbles on your lips, before diving back and kissing your lips.

Finally, without breaking the kiss, he closes the door and leads you to the living room. His sneaky hands twirl you to make it easy. As your fingers get lost through his soft hair, he leans closer, holding your tiny waist compared to his hands. Your permission is when he stops his hands from traveling further, but you make him hold your hips. So, it’s enough. He kisses you with a smile on his face. Until you end up playing on his grey couch.

To you, is a bed. To Miguel, is his couch.

You know you’ll get your humbling moment. An impossible blush to miss appears and makes your boyfriend smirk.

“You don’t deserve it” his voice sounds deeper, and it sends shivers through your whole body and soul. Maybe you were guiltier than him, but you were so stubborn to act all submissive now. The best you could do was to take and savor what he decided to offer.

“But I’ll give it to you anyways…” your hands pull his shoulders to smash his lips again. Miguel knows he can proceed once his eyes are closed. So, he starts venturing his lips across your jaw and neck. You let out the first moan, and you’re glad you decided to appear on his doorstep.

…

The bed is wet. Not much, but there are some water spots that feel warm and cold at the same time. There’s also your empty wine glass when you turn left. Nueva York is setting for the sunset. You smile, stretching and savoring the pleasure of the little nap you took. Then Miguel comes in, in some damn grey sweats and his naked chest, your smile grows. And you can’t help but think you want him again.

Thank God you’re naked.

“You just woke up and you’re already looking that pretty?” you giggle at his comment. Your hair must be curled thanks to the shower. To Miguel, you look adorable, all his and only his.

“Put some shirt on…” he chuckled, cheekily.

“What? Am I turning you on again, bonita?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you hide under the covers laughing recklessly. And your heart pounds faster as you know he’ll likely scare you or something.

He does, and you have to scream. As you pop your head, you see him laughing.

“You just came out of the shower?” You ask him. Miguel probably washed your hair and took you out of the tub. Since you know you fell asleep as he washed your body in the tub.

“Not really. I just grabbed some things for the altar” his comment reminds you of what you’re celebrating that day. And suddenly you remember everything that led you to be there naked in his bed, and your heart warms.

“I’m sorry” you honestly say.

Miguel tilts his head, arms crossed, making him look broader than ever.

“I said it was okay, nena” he knows you want to say more. You make space for him to sit at the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, you said it. But… I want this relationship to succeed. I want to know we won’t go through this again.” He sighs, but quickly smiles, caressing your leg.

“It won’t happen again. Something bothers us, we talk” and just like that, you have your massive boyfriend kissing you all over. He said Anya was an old recruit, she was a good friend and lately, she rarely spent time on the HQ, so Miguel was happy to talk to her. And you blushed out of embarrassment.

“Can we go cooking now?” Miguel nods. After letting you go, he threw a big sweatshirt at you. It was dark brown and covered you from chest to knees.

“It’s been a while since I used the stove and oven…”

“Doesn’t matter, dear” As Miguel follows you across his apartment, he can’t help but notice how small you look in his place. And he reminds himself how weird you look in Nueva York, generally. You don’t belong to any specific earth. Chaos magic witches barely existed, and they never glitched.

You haven’t used magic in the last days since your last mission. Not even you had time to remember. Since the Halloween party, your mind had spun over your friends, Halloween, Miguel, her friend Anya, and your jealousy.

But soon he forgets again about it because you are eager to make pan de muerto with him.

“You can help me with the cream. We’re making a liquor and cheese filling” his mouth watered. Since he left his childhood home. He never did pan de muerto again.

His mother used to bake with some alcohol too, but the fillings weren’t very popular at the time. And now, being able to retake that tradition with you was special to him. His little girl would be very happy to his dad smiling again. Miguel mixes everything together and with a little spoon, he hands it to you.

“Is it good?” He asks shyly, you open your mouth, and he gives you to taste the filling.

“Wow, this is amazing, Miguel. I love it!” He smiles proudly. You are about to dip your finger in the cream to taste it again, but your man snatched it away.

“Hey!” He soothes your discontent with a new kiss. And you’re beyond shocked about how often Miguel was kissing you now. You let his tongue in, and between the rest of the cream and Miguel’s incredible kissing abilities, you had to moan again.

“Okay, pause. Or else we won’t finish” you explain, returning to the oven to see how the flour was getting puffy and the smell of orange filled the air of the kitchen.

Nueva York was welcoming the sunset early as the time was about to change in early November. So, the kitchen tiles reflect an interesting pink and orange illumination. Seeing Miguel placing the cream on a piping bag with the sunset in the window in front of him, makes you happy. The air is dry, and your nose feels dry too. There’s a warm wind that stumbles off the windows, startling you often, but it’s perfect.

You are in love.

…

“And… done!” You say lighting one last candle, you go back with Miguel to hug his waist and appreciate the art you two made. It’s a fucsia, orange, purple, and gold Altar de Muertos.

“This is perfect” Miguel admits. The altar has everything. The food; paletas payaso, bubulubus and picafresas. Then there’s a big plate of polvorones, flan, arroz con leche and agua de horchata. The candles make the pan de muerto shine because of the sugar. And the cempasúchil petals made everything look even prettier.

On the top shelf, Gabriella O’Hara’s picture was placed. She had a pink sweatshirt and her soccer headband. But her big smile and light blush are what made Miguel smile widely. He truly missed her. But he always knew having her on that earth wasn’t meant to be.

And now, he knew that thanks to that… he found you.

And who knows? Maybe Miguel could have a kid of his own in earth-928 someday with you. He had nothing to fear again. He knew you two were meant to fall into pieces together, just like it had happened. And Miguel also knew how proud Gabriella was of him. So, he was celebrating her short life. He would apologize every year from now on. But he would also use November 1st to remember how much he loved her.

Just like he did with you.

“Te amo mucho, preciosa” You raise your head to look at him in shock.

It was the first I love you. And he said it. But your emotion and love make you quickly answer.

“Yo también, Miguel” his head tilts to bump with yours in the most adorable way.

He walks away to grab something from the side of the altar. When he turns, he gives you a gorgeous bouquet of cempasúchil.

“I saved this for you” he scratches the back of his head, nervously.

“How did you know I wanted one?” It’s your smile that makes his days. And he intends to be a constant reason in the long term.

“I just knew. And when we were doing the altar… Fue tu carita la que te delató, bonita” Giggles and a blush erupt from you.

“Thanks, corazón” you thank him shyly.

Thankfully the sound of the oven makes you widen your eyes.

“OH! The rest of the pan” you squeal excitedly, almost running to the kitchen.

He follows you chuckling.

Soon, there are two plates of azulejos on the table, with two pieces of pan de muerto filled with liquor and cream cheese. Some candles are there too and the cempasúchil bouquet is now in water. As the pan starts to get less warm, you are softly kissing Miguel again. And for the first time in years, both of you are so happy to be celebrating Día de Muertos.

It wasn’t about death anymore. It was about love.

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It's Who We Have | Part Six

Summary: After dinner with Billy's parents, the bridge is difficult to rebuild | Word Count: 5.1k~ | Warnings: angst, family trauma, mentions of terrorism, heavy(ish) petting, billy going softie

General Taglist | Billy Washington Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Lana was a little, petite woman, and yet she slammed the door so hard, it could have come off its hinges. She even thought she saw the family portrait above the fireplace wobble. 

A steady, raw silence filled the air at the dinner table. Billy’s mum stared forwards at the centrepiece, with two M&S candles lit, and sighed softly, as if disappointed that she hadn’t expected such behaviour. She remembers Billy’s dad huffing as he got out his seat and wordlessly stepped through the creaky french doors, pulling a bag of tobacco out his pocket to roll himself a cigarette.

She also remembers the cracked leather of the seat cushion, how her feet didn’t touch the floor and the gnawing ache of hunger in her stomach. The passing thought that perhaps this was the only hot meal she was likely to have for a while, and it was in someone else’s house. 

Billy remained quiet beside her, scraping the tongs of his fork against his plate as he tried to stab at a pre-cut piece of sausage, seemingly quite used to keeping silent after the usual outburst from his older sister. 

“Come on, chick, you’re alright,” Billy’s mum smiled softly, the lines in her cheeks deepening as well as around her eyes, coaxing her to eat once again, after being rattled by the incessant shouting and blaring of Lana’s teenage rampage. 

In the eyes of Mrs Washington, there was care, tinged with sadness that such behaviour had made the little girl sitting opposite her curl back into her shell, mouth sealed shut as if on instinct. And so, she chose to trust this mother’s nature, and ate slowly, grateful at least for the company of Billy beside her, non-judgemental and kind-hearted. 

He and his mum were always alike in that way.

"Mummy, can we play upstairs after—" Billy began, interrupted by the ringing of the home phone. His mum rose from her seat, excusing herself to answer it.

"Just a second, love," she said, her voice warm and comforting. “Hello.”

Even her voice down the phone had that warm embracing tone of motherhood.

But all she heard on the other end was shouting she actually recognised. Her own mum, clearly in whatever addled state, her loud screaming crackling against Mrs Washington’s ear. 

“Yes, she’s here- can she not finish her dinner first -” Val murmured, her back turned to both children sat at the table still, as if to shield them from the onslaught of verbal abuse, “-I understand she’s your daught- yes - yes, I’ll bring her home after she’s had her tea-”

The way the phone was placed back on the charging dock made her stomach flip with nerves. Combined with the solemn expression on Billy’s mum’s face, she heard the words before they were even spoken.

“That was your mum, darling,” she said quietly, carefully, her eyebrows arched in worry, “take your time having your tea, alright.”

And she did. She always would. 

“Hiya sweetheart!” Val's voice was wobbly as she greeted her at the front door, giving her a bruising hug that pressed right against her ribs, “you're early.”

She nodded with a tight lipped smile, “thought I'd come and help with dishing up.”

“Oh, don't be silly, duck. You're our guest!”

Armed with her first cup of tea in the Washington household, it didn't take Val long to be completely overwhelmed with everything she had going on, and resorted to accepting her help anyway.

Clearly, Billy's mum had been excited for this. A notion that warmed her heart. Val had gone all out, roasted parsnips, Yorkshire puddings, roasted veg, roast and mash potato, sausages and a cut of beef. Enough to easily feed six. And she found herself biting back a smile wondering if Val had realised just how much food she'd done.

Like most mothers, this was her love language. Making sure everyone was fed.

She felt a lightness that hadn't been there for quite some time. Billy hadn't arrived yet, and she knew that the second he did, the mood would flatten, become suffocating. Like a hug that is too tight.

His arrival was made worse by the fact that he was late, and his dad didn’t miss a beat in telling him off, both of his parents already on his back in different ways the second he walked across the threshold. Shoulders slumped in depression, dragging his body around on long limbs like he was walking through honey.

Jeff had no hope of noticing the rift between them, but Val certainly did when Billy and her locked eyes across the hallway, for a moment not knowing what to say. And it likely would have stayed that way, until Billy eventually cleared his throat and let his mum take his coat, nodding.

“Alright?”

She herself had to force her voice out, “Yeah, thanks. You?”

Conversation didn't improve further than that at the dinner table, though the warm, familiar smell of roast potatoes and meat flavoured with herbs filled the intimate space, she found herself restless, sat beside Billy, with Mr and Mrs Washington opposite them.

Thank god for Val. For if she didn't try, the entire evening would be dead silent and just the sound of clinking cutlery would be enough to drive someone mad.

“How is your new flat, chick?” She asked sweetly, eyes wide and genuinely caring, “settling in alright?”

“Yes thanks, it needs the little niceties but it's a good roof over my head.”

Val nodded approvingly. "Good to hear.”

“Yeah it's about time you got your own place,” Jeff gruffed, not even looking at her to see the sinking look on her face, nor the one of his disgruntled wife.

Billy felt the awkwardness. The skirting around what his dad really meant. And he sat, picking at a stick of roasted carrot, when his dad asked the fated question, “any luck on the job front?”

She could feel herself wince. And even saw Billy tense up in her peripheral vision.

Billy sighed, pushing his chair out, “gonna go for a smoke.”

“But you're not finished with din-”

“I'll be right back, Mum,” despite his mother's protest, he slipped out the French doors, searching his pockets for a cigarette. 

She watched him for a moment as Val elbowed her husband, “do you have to fucking start?”

“What? I was just asking!”

She felt the smile threaten, stabbing a honey-roasted parsnip as she listened to them bicker. But also a dull ache in her chest at Billy's retreat back into himself, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for him. It wasn't just the rejection from his friends; it was the sense of being ganged up on by his own parents, compounded by Lana's absence.

“How is it, love?” Val asked.

“Lovely, Mrs Washington,” she smiled kindly in return, “parsnips never disappoint.”

She'd never tire of the way Billy's mum smiled. “Well, take your time.”

She could've laughed. Some things never change.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Jeff retired to the living room, half asleep with a belly full of Sunday dinner and god-knows-what episode of Faulty Towers on the tele. And when it was time to leave, Billy gave an ingenuine, tight-lipped smile as his mum handed him his coat, “did you drive?” she asked.

“Nah, walked. Got a mate fixing up my car.”

It was near-comical, the way Billy’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice, as if startled she’d been there listening, “do you need a lift?” she asked, pulling her bag over her shoulder, car keys bundled in one hand.

Billy’s eyes lowered slightly and then rose again to her face, not replying immediately, which made her heart race fast in her chest.

“It’s on the way so…” she hated the desperation in her voice, and tried hard to will the tone of it away. But Billy looked forward to her, a slow, gentle recognition and a reluctance in his expression, shocked she’d even offered.

“Yeah, alright.”

After a slew of friendly ‘thank yous’ and goodbye hugs, she let out a shaky breath as soon as she sat in the driver’s seat, fingers curled around the leather steering wheel as if to keep them from shaking as Billy slid into the passenger seat, spreading his long legs into the footwell once he’d adjusted his seat all the way back.

Neither said a single word for what felt like a lifetime.

As she halted at a red traffic light, the harsh glow accentuated the lines of tension etched on her face, mirroring the fading twilight. Billy broke the silence, his voice barely a whisper against the hum of the blowers set on the lowest setting.

“Thanks for the lift.” 

One arm rested on the window frame, their eyes locked for a split second before the light shifted to green, “anytime.”

The silence that followed deepened the pit in her chest, making her feel antsy and nervous in equal measure. Billy wasn't faring much better, twirling his thumbs in his lap, and bouncing his left leg just to have something to do.

Pulling into the vacant spot behind Billy's battered Vauxhall, she felt a surge of apprehension mingle with the hollow pit in her chest. The engine's persistent hum seemed to mock their inability to bridge the growing chasm between them. 

And he didn't move to get out the car.

Billy sighed, his fingers rubbing his temple, “How do we do this then.”

“Do what?” she countered, her voice betraying a trace of defensiveness

He gestured between them, frustration simmering beneath the surface, “This. Us,” he answered simply, his throat bobbing as if stressed.

“I don’t think that’s really a question you should be asking me, is it?” 

Billy shook his head, a mirthless laugh escaping his lips. "I just don't want this anymore," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion.

Her heart clenched at his admission, the reality of their crumbling bond hitting her with devastating force. "Neither do I, Billy," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the din of their shared silence.

“Can we just talk,” he asked, a shaking tone invading his voice, “please?”

For a fleeting moment, she gazed out at the street through the windscreen, her eyes scanning the darkening sky. It felt as though a weighty conversation had perpetually lingered between them, and now, in this moment, it seemed inevitable.

With a simple, wordless gesture, she twisted the key in the ignition, silencing the engine's persistent hum. The abrupt cessation of sound plunged them back into the suffocating void of silence, where unspoken words hung heavy in the air like an oppressive fog.

Billy sat in the heavy silence, grappling with the weight of unspoken words. He knew he needed to apologise, to bridge the chasm that had grown between them, but the fear of looking foolish held him back.

Taking a deep breath, he shifted in his seat, his fingers drumming nervously against his thigh. He searched for the right words, ones that would convey his remorse without undermining his pride.

"I just... I want to make things right."

She was quiet, her eyes looking down at the gearstick, without the strength to look at him directly. 

She shook her head, “why Billy?” she asked, “do you know how fucking heartbroken Abi was when he heard what you’d done?”

It was a mistake to glance over at him, the way her heart squeezed when she saw his head was lowered in shame, a whirlwind of emotions going off inside Billy’s head. Like he wasn’t sure what he should think for himself. 

Billy's heart sank as her words pierced through him like daggers. He couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze, his shame weighing heavily upon him. Each syllable she uttered felt like a blow to his already battered conscience.

"I... I didn't mean to," he stammered, his voice tinged with remorse. "I was drunk, I wasn't thinking straight..."

His voice trailed off as he struggled to find the right words to convey the depth of his regret. He knew he had hurt not just Abi, but their entire community, with his reckless actions.

Frustration bubbled in her chest as she shook her head, “being drunk isn’t an excuse. Last time I saw you, you were all ‘these people are stealing our jobs and ruining this country’ etc etc. What’s happened to that?” she countered, trying to control the steadily rising anger in her voice, “who are these people you’ve got yourself involved in? Because I know…I know this isn’t you, Billy.”

His throat constricted as her words struck him with the force of a sledgehammer. Shame burned hot in his chest, mingling with the simmering anger directed inward. He knew he had no excuse for his actions, but facing her condemnation made it all the more unbearable.

"I know," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the rush of blood in his ears. “I don't know what to believe anymore.”

For a split second, she felt the crush of his admission choke her with its oppressive weight, her throat closing up with emotion. The dread of being so utterly lonely radiating off him like a miasma. A barrage of emotions, memories, feelings threatened to overwhelm her at that very moment. 

“I've not been completely innocent in this either,” she choked out, though it was difficult to say. And she knew he was looking at her, so she stared at something, anything else, to avoid the horrible feeling she was being pitied.

“I'll say it how it is, because nobody else wants to. My mum is shit, has always been, my dad is god knows where, I was impossible at school and I moved far away to uni to get away from that horrible sick feeling that everyone had seen those fucking pictures of me.”

The words tasted like venom, even to herself, at the heartbreaking predicament that was her life. She shook her head, wetting her lips nervously, “turns out running away didn't fix a single thing.”

Billy sighs, “I feel shit that I wasn't there for you.”

“We were barely adults, Billy. That's not on you.”

“Even so,” he argued, “If I had pulled my head out the ground for one second I would have seen,” he says, “you deserved better.”

She chanced it then, and glanced over at him, swallowing thickly with something weighing heavily on her shoulders. A smile tried to find its way to her face at the expression she was giving him, so, so similar to how he looked as a boy and a teenager, but with the roughened and sharp edges that defined him into adulthood.

“You know I’ve always been jealous of you.”

Billy’s eyes were tinged with confusion when she said that, the blue of his eyes barely noticeable in the low amber glow of the streetlights outside the car.

She tried to swallow whatever bubbled up, “I remember the first time I ever felt it…that first day of school.”

His lips parted, and eyebrows drew together as he looked into his lap, “please don’t-”

“No, let me speak,” she insisted, her voice tinged with pain, face clouding up with barely-contained grief, “I just-I saw you with your mum and couldn’t help it. You were so happy. So loved.”

Silence fell between them, her words strained by her strength to hold back tears hitting him to his very core. Billy remembers so clearly, he’d be embarrassed to admit. Leading her into the girls toilets and using blue tissues to wipe off the mud. Her face wet with tears. He very nearly smiled at the memory of it, and what bond was formed from that day on.

“You were the only one who ever really saw me,” she admitted, “and it made me feel that to someone I existed…and that I mattered.”

It felt painful, this bridge between them, aching to be rebuilt.

“Now it feels like I’m losing you…” she whispered, “...when I had hoped I’d given you that feeling back somewhere along the way.”

The weight of her words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the rift that had grown between them. Billy felt the ache of regret settle deep in his chest, knowing that he had failed her in more ways than he could count.

But she kept going, the words spilling out of her like she had kept them locked up for too long, and they were yearning to escape. 

“So if these…right-wing, George Cross-waving twats make you feel like you matter then I have massively fucked up somewhere..”, the words nearly made a smile rise to his face, but the seriousness of the conversation made him simply just glance up at her, “..and for that I’m sorry.”

Her words cut through the tension like a knife, raw with emotion and self-recrimination. Billy's heart clenched at the pain in her voice, the weight of her apology hanging heavy in the air. 

He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering in the space between them. "I'm sorry too," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."

She wet her lips, drawing in a needed breath to fuel the tears that were now rolling down her face, her throat feeling raw when she slid her hand into his, fingers interwoven, the foundations of that bridge feeling all the more heavy, but manageable. And for a long moment, neither said a word, but it felt easier to bask in it, knowing that it was slowly piecing together the broken bonds that had once scattered about their lives.

“Promise me,” she utters weakly, “promise me you’ll stop this, whatever you’re doing with them. Apologise to Abi, Ami, everyone…I know you’re hurting but you’re better than this.”

Her honesty was appreciated but stung all the same.

"Promise," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Her eyes searched his, hope mingling with uncertainty. Slowly, a tentative smile tugged at the corners of her lips, a glimmer of relief illuminating her tear-streaked face.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for trying."

She felt something warm shimmer pleasantly in her chest when Billy’s thumb stroked against the back of her hand, along her knuckles.

“Sorry,” attempting to lighten the mood with a weak laugh, she wiped one cheek, trying to smear the tears away to make way for relief. 

Billy smiles boyishly, and there’s something light and nostalgic about it, “nothing changes,” he starts, a hint of playfulness in his voice, “you still look ugly when you cry.”

She laughs despite her tears, brushing them away gently as she responds, a softness creeping into her tone as their old connection flickers back to life. “Fuck off.”

It felt nice, laughing again, with the lingering hope that Billy desired real change.

“‘m only joking,” he murmured, leaning over the centre console, his other hand reaching out to brush her hair out her face in a motion that made her heart clench and warmth pool in her stomach, “you look beautiful.”

As soon as the words left his lips, the atmosphere in the cramped space shifted, charged with an undeniable tension. Their proximity felt electrifying, every inch of space between them tingling with unspoken desire. How many years had led to this moment they were sharing now, quiet and dark, their eyes alone communicating the depth of this impulse to inch closer?

Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, as if words were no longer necessary in this charged atmosphere. But the tension demanded some kind of release, some acknowledgment of the emotions swirling between them.

Billy's gaze softened, his hand lingering on her cheek. "I've missed this," he confessed, voice tinged with vulnerability. "Being with you like this.”

When she wet her lips anxiously, she swore she saw his eyes flit to them briefly, her reply taking longer than usual to form, "It feels like coming home," she agreed, her voice barely a whisper.

In that moment, the weight of their shared history and the promise of a future filled with possibility hung in the air between them like a tangible force, crackling with tension. Each heartbeat echoed in the silence, a drumbeat urging them forward into the unknown.

It reminded her of that night at Cranstead Fields. She can still hear the clinking of glasses, Libby’s high-pitched drunken confessions to Abi, sat on his lap, Paddy and Harry wrestling on the grass, white shirts smudged with green as they argued about who should go and fetch the football while Ami pulled at their shirts to separate them.

But what she remembers most about that night, was the taste of WKD on Billy’s lips, the warmth that bloomed in her stomach and flipped with nerves and the flush that rose to her face when Billy had turned his face, to press his lips flush to hers and parted them with the swipe of his tongue.

And that is what she felt now, bar the taste of cheap vodka, as once again, however many years later, it was sealed with a sweet but urgent kiss.

She felt his thumbs on her cheeks, fingers threaded through her hair to pull her close to him, and just like she had that night, her hand found its way to his chest, to feel his heart thrumming beneath his skin, the material of his shirt caught in her palm. And Billy felt her eyelashes against his cheek, it was a delicate dance, a balance between desire and restraint, as they navigated the uncharted territory.

But as their lips lingered, a silent understanding passed between them, a silent agreement that this was just the beginning of their journey back to each other.

When they parted, pulling air between their now disconnected lips, all they could do was look at each other, the waves of realisation that the lines between friendship and whatever this was were rapidly blurring was heart-clenching.

“Sorry-”

She shook her head lightly, “No…it's alright, really.”

They both knew that they had just crossed a line, blurring the boundaries of their friendship in a way that couldn't be undone. But despite the awkwardness, there was also a sense of relief in finally acknowledging the feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long.

"We should... probably talk about this," she suggested, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, we should," Billy agreed, his expression a mixture of uncertainty and longing.

And as they sat in silence, grappling with the newfound complexity of their relationship, they both knew that their friendship would never be the same again. But whether that was a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen.

He cleared his throat, the sound breaking the heavy silence that hung between them like a tangible barrier. “Do you wanna come in? For a cuppa?”

She felt her heart race at the invitation, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. This was familiar territory, yet everything felt different now, charged with an electric tension that crackled in the air between them.

The offer of a cup of tea seemed mundane, almost laughable given the charged atmosphere that enveloped them. But neither of them made a move to acknowledge the unspoken truth lingering beneath the surface.

"Um, yeah, sure," she managed to reply, her voice barely above a whisper. Her tongue suddenly feeling too big for her own mouth as she undid her seatbelt and followed awkwardly behind him as he unlocked the street-level door and lingered behind once they ascended the stairs to his flat.

His flat had changed little from the last time she'd seen it, albeit the clothes were put away. The kettle remained untouched, forgotten amidst the unspoken desires that pulsed between them like a current.

Every breath felt like a struggle, the air charged with a palpable longing that neither of them dared to voice. But for now, they remained frozen in place, suspended in a silent dance of desire and hesitation. She felt so small, standing in his lounge, that when she glanced up and saw Billy leaning against the doorframe, near-filling any void space of it, hands tucked in his pockets.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I don't want to ignore what just happened between us. It's... it's different now, isn't it?"

She nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on the floor as she struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, it is. I mean, we've been friends for so long, but..." Her voice trailed off, the weight of their unspoken desires hanging heavy in the air.

"But things have changed," he finished for her, his voice barely above a whisper.

They both knew that there was no going back to the way things were before. Their friendship had evolved into something deeper, something more complex and fragile than either of them had ever anticipated. She felt her heart flutter sickly in her chest, the same way it had the last time they had kissed all those years ago.

"I don't want to ruin what we have," she said softly, her voice tinged with fear.

"Me neither," he agreed.

There was a long pause as they both grappled with the magnitude of what they were feeling. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and now they had to figure out how to navigate this new terrain together.

"But I can't ignore the way I feel," he admitted, his voice trembling with emotion.

Her heart skipped a beat at his confession, her own feelings laid bare in the raw vulnerability of the moment. 

And as they stood there in the quiet of his living room, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. The tension growing thick the longer they remained this way, and her heart lurching into his chest when Billy pushed off the doorframe and crossed the room to her in a few strides alone. So close, she could smell his fabric softener.

“I'm sorry I just can't,” he added swiftly, closing the space as she parted her lips to reply.

And just let go.

His fingers curled around her waist tightly, lips clumsily crashing together with desperation, years and years of denial, of longing, of sheer stubbornness, pouring out of each of them in crashing waves.

For a moment, she felt as if she didn't know whether she should touch him, hold onto him by his shoulders, and very much felt like he knew what he'd wanted to do much, much sooner than she had.

But the moment he pulled their hips flush, chests brushing, and her fingers slid up the nape of his neck to grasp the hair that touched his neck, it had felt right. The short, unshaven hair at his jaw scratched perfectly against her fingertips, and tickled her face the more he moved to capture her lips again.

His touch ignited a fire within her, sending shivers down her spine as she surrendered herself to the intoxicating whirlwind of desire. With every brush of his lips, she felt herself unravelling, melting into him with an urgency that bordered on desperation.

In that moment, there were no words, no thoughts, only the raw, primal need that consumed them both. And as they finally succumbed to the passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long, they knew that there was no turning back.

Her heart twisted in excitement as his hands made their way north, sliding up her sides beneath her shirt, thumbs drifting over her ribs to touch her in places she had secretly hoped he always would. 

And she couldn't help the cringeworthy slip of his name as he grunted breathily into her mouth, his palms moulding her breasts through the frustrating layer of her bra, but pleased at the way her body reacted to it.

“Billy -” 

How many years had he wanted to hear that?

She allowed herself the briefest touch of his skin, her fingers against his flesh made him tremble, and she saw the rush of feelings rise to his cheeks as he swallowed whatever he was thinking by pressing his lips fervently to hers instead.

The mere thought of being pressed close to her like this would usually have his body responding in tandem. But now, as his own hand paused at the waistband of her jeans, barely dipping beneath her underwear, he sighed to himself, embarrassed somewhat, and sorely regretted downing three cans of beer in two hours earlier in the evening when his body didn't reciprocate how his mind felt about her.

His forehead rested against the crook of her neck, hot breath batting against her collarbone. The pull of wanting to touch her like this, to just do it and make her feel every bit the way she deserved, was all-consuming.

But after a few empty seconds, he peeled his fingers away from the waistband of her jeans.

“Fuck- sorry…” he managed, out of breath, apologising for what felt like the millionth time that night, “can't…I've had too much to drink-”

“It's okay,” she smiled, the heat on her face feeling tight against the rise of her lips. She gave him a reassuring smile as she righted her clothes, still feeling the burning mark of his hands where they'd touched her bare skin. And as ashamed as she was to say it, the warm pooling of desire tugging at her belly.

“It's late, I should-” 

“Yeah, yeah…” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.

She deflated once she saw the alerts pop up on her screen, “fuck- road’s closed. Gonna take me ages to drive home.”

While she scrolled, agitation growing at the idea of being stuck in her car for another hour, Billy eventually spoke, “stay here for the night,” he said, it came out more of a desperate plea than an offer at first.

He quickly shook his head of a trance when he saw her face, “U-uh, I mean, no funny business, you have the bed, I can have the sofa-”

“I couldn't ask that of you, Billy.”

“Well, you're not asking, I'm - offering,” he smiled boyishly, in a way that made it difficult to refuse.

She sighed through her nose, “I've got to go into Central London tomorrow.”

“Well…” he sighed, rubbing his palms nervously against his thighs, “I was supposed to meet the lads at Farringdon Tube Station tomorrow, I'll take you down - get you into London and…I'll break things off with them. For Good.”

Swallowing nervously, she met his gaze, her eyes pleading for reassurance. "Promise," he urged, his baby blue eyes wide with sincerity, pleading with her to believe him.

She hesitated, uncertainty clouding her features as she searched his face for any hint of doubt. She clicked off her phone and nodded, with a hopeful smile, “Okay.”

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Malcolm: I don’t understand, what did mum say

Johnny: Just weird probing questions about how often I come babysit and if you or Layla come home drunk

Layla: I don’t want Byron hearing this. Byron love, let’s go to your room and practice some flash cards

Byron: NO MUMMY. I wa he he

Layla: *sternly* Byron, I said let’s go

And then he threw an absolute fit… wailing, flinging his arms around, stomping hard.

Byron: Shu up Mummy ew ew

Malcolm: How dare he!

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Coffee & Chats

Someone over on wattpad requested Trent, there wasn't an idea so thought I would make one up x Word Count: 473 "Do you want to go out with Daddy today? I am stacked up with so much work and can't get any time off. Wa- Trent" you raised your voice slightly as you heard him walking through. "Yes?" he popped his head round the door. "Would you be able to do something with Zara? I have a ton of work and some stupid scheduled meeting that my boss clearly doesn't understand that some people have a life" you sighed as you were slumped over the laptop.

"Yeah sure that sounds great, hope you are okay. You seem sad" Trent asked as you let out a huff. "I am bored of this now" you laughed as you looked at your screen. "Anyway, never mind. Have a good afternoon" you smiled as you pressed a kiss to Trent's cheek. "Thank you, hope you have a better afternoon" he laughs as he waves as Zara runs out of the door. "So where shall we go for the afternoon?" Trent asked his little girl as they got in the car. "Park or coffee?" he asked as he looked in the mirror as he watched waiting for her reply. "Cofeeeeee" she squealed as loudly as she could causing Trent to wince as the shriek went through him. Trent nodded and started driving to their favourite local coffee shops that the pair had both been to previously for a coffee date. "Here we are, ready for your babychino" Trent smiled as he picked Zara up out of her car seat as they headed to their usual local coffee shop. "here we are" Trent smiled as he gently put Zara down as he watched her run to the chair and sits patiently waiting for Trent to come back with their drinks. "Here princess, we have a small babychino for you and a flat white for me. Shall we cheer and send Mummy a photo to say how much we miss her?" you asked as she nods in agreement as she has her hands up with her small cup in her hands. "yay" Zara whispers as she sips on her drink and looks around the cafe. "This is perfect isn't it, would you like a little biscuit or a cake or something?" Trent asked Zara. "Chocolate" she mumbled as she had foam around her little face. "Course baby" Trent smiled as he got up and looked at the sweet treats and picked a selection for her to choose from. "here we go, we can take these home to give Mummy" Trent suggested as Zara stared straight at the treats in front of her.

"We should do this more, I love having time with you Zara" Trent grinned with Zara now looking very pleased with herself as she had a chocolate in one hand a babychino in the other living her best life.

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Could you write something like pregnant!r with Rebecca or them having a newborn and going to work with the baby? It’s totally okay if not and your work is amazing by the way💕

I LOVE this!! Thank you so much for the request!! Mom!Rebecca foreverrr💕

And thank you so much!! I'm so glad you're enjoying my work!🥺💕

"A little lower, to the left, tiny bit more, perfect!"

Rebecca grabs a nail and hammers it into the wall and hangs the picture.

"That looks perfect." You say, leaning back into the nursing chair, admiring the pictures Rebecca just finished hanging in the nursery.

Rebecca walks over to you and looks at the wall with a smile on her face.

"I love it."

She quietly sings along to the music you have playing as she admires the nursery the two of you have put together. You feel a flutter in your belly and you put you hand over the spot and feel it again. You look up at Rebecca and she looks down at you.

"What? What's wrong?" She asks, immediately concerned.

You take her hand and put it on your belly, Rebecca kneels down next to you and feels your stomach.

"Keep singing." You say.

Rebecca starts to quietly sing again and you feel another flutter. She gasps and looks up at you.

"Did you feel it?"

She nods her head, amazement fills her eyes as she looks back down at your belly.

"She loves when you sing, she always kicks when she hears you."

Rebecca starts to sing again, and again you feel another flutter. You see tears well up in Rebecca's eyes as she feels the baby kicking, her eyes focused on your belly.

"I love you." She says quietly to the baby.

You put your hand over Rebecca's and look over at her with love in your eyes.

"She loves you too." You say, Rebecca looks up at you. "Every time she hears you sing she kicks, she's knows it's her mummy singing to her."

A few tears fall from Rebecca's eyes.

"Oh love," you say as you wipe her tears away. "She's going to love you so much." You sit up a little and wrap your arms around her.

"I hope so." Rebecca quietly says.

"Baby, you're her mum, of course she's going to love you."

"I know," she says, pulling away. "I'm just so afraid that because she isn't from me that she won't-" she pauses as more tears fill her eyes.

"She will, she doesn't have to come out of you to be yours. She's just as much yours as she is mine. You're her mummy, just like I am. She's going to love you the same, I promise." Rebecca nods her head and you wipe away her tears. "Plus, she doesn't kick when I sing or do something, when she hears you laugh or hears you sing she kicks like crazy. She already knows who you are, she knows your her mum."

"She does?"

"All the time, you just couldn't feel it from the outside it until recently. But she always has, the very first time I felt her kick it was when you were singing, remember?"

"I do."

"She's going to love you so much." You say as you put your hand on Rebecca's face, gently wiping away her tears with your thumb. You lean forward and bring her face to yours and kiss her. Rebecca puts her hand on your face and rests her forehead against yours.

"I love you so much." She quietly says.

"I love you so much." You both sit there for a minute, her hand on your belly, your hand over hers, your other hand on her cheek, her other hand on your cheek. "I think we have to get going." You quietly say.

Rebecca takes a deep breath and pulls away nodding her head. She puts her other hand on your belly and leans in.

"I love you so much baby girl." She says.

You feel another flutter and Rebecca's face lights up.

"See? She knows." You say with a smile.

Rebecca stands up and you try to stand up, Rebecca grabs one of your arms and puts her other arm behind your back, helping you out of the chair.

"Shit this gets harder and harder every day and we still have like a month to go."

Rebecca laughs as you steady yourself on your feet.

"Thank you." You say as you lean in and give her a kiss.

"Of course love."

You both get into the car and head to the office. You get out of the car and you walk with Rebecca up to her office and take a seat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.

"Do you have a busy day today babe?" You ask.

"Not particularly, how about you?"

"Nah, it's been a little slow which is nice. I also think they're purposefully giving me less to do."

"Really? Why's that?"

"Because I'm pregnant with their boss' child." You say with a laugh. "They know you've been nervous about the pregnancy so I think they're trying to keep me from getting stressed or overwhelmed so you don't get freaked out."

"I haven't been nervous!" She says defensively.

"Baby," you say, giving her a look as you get up. "I love you so much, but you absolutely have been." You walk up to her and wrap your arms around her waist and she frowns at you. "It's okay, I love that you're so concerned, I know how much she means to you," you put her hands on your belly. "How much she means to us. I wouldn't have it any other way, okay?"

"I can't help it." She says looking into your eyes.

"I know honey, but that's how I know you're going to be an amazing mum, you already care so much about her." You tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and let your hand rest on her face as you look into her eyes.

You hear a knock on the door and you both look over.

"Mornin' boss, hope I'm not interrupting anything." Ted says.

"Not at all, I was just telling my beautiful wife that it's okay that she's been nervous about the pregnancy." You say.

"I haven't been that nervous." She says.

Ted lets out a laugh and Rebecca shoots him a look and you try to hold back a giggle.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were pullin' my leg." Ted says. "Boss, I hate to break it to ya, but you've been more nervous than a pig in a sausage farm."

Rebecca rolls her eyes and Higgins walks in.

"Mornin' Higgie!" Ted says.

"Good morning Higgins!" You say.

"Leslie." Rebecca says.

"Good morning all, what are we talking about?" Higgins asks.

"Well boss here was just sayin' that she wasn't nervous about the pregnancy-" Ted begins.

Higgins lets out a laugh and Rebecca shoots him a similar look. He immediately swallows his laughter and looks over at you and Ted.

Higgins clears his throat. "Um, oh, no, you haven't been nervous at all Rebecca-" he studders.

"It's okay Higgins, you don't have to lie to her." You say.

He lets out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank goodness, I didn't know how long I was gonna be able to keep that up for. Rebecca you've been incredibly nervous."

Rebecca looks at you and you smile at her, she rolls her eyes and sits down at her desk.

"I can't help it! I've never gone through this before, there are so many things that can go wrong!" She says.

"I know! Baby I'm not saying it's a bad thing, or that you shouldn't be, it's absolutely justifiable why you're so freaked out. I'm literally growing a person inside of me, this shit is insane." You say as you walk up to her.

"You've been so calm, I don't know how you do it." Rebecca says.

"Baby, that's because I can feel what's going on, if something goes wrong, there's a good chance I'm gonna be able to feel it. You're completely on the outside of that, of course you're freaked out! I would be too if I had no idea what was physically happening. Guys I'm sure you felt the same way when your wives were pregnant." You say turning to Higgins and Ted.

The both nod in agreement.

"For sure, when Michelle was pregnant, every single thing that happened scared the crap out of me, I had no idea what was going on in there." Ted says.

"Each time my wife was pregnant I was so worried something was going to go wrong and there was nothing I could do to help or to stop it. But I trusted my wife, she knew her body, if something were to happen, I trusted her to know what to do. Being on the outside is terrifying, but as long as you trust the person carrying your child, you really have nothing to worry about." Higgins says.

You and Rebecca look at each other, she sighs and grabs your hand and looks at Ted and Higgins.

"Thank you both."

"Of course Rebecca." Higgins says.

"Anytime boss!" Ted says. "Oh! Before I forget, here ya go." Ted puts the little pink box of biscuits on her desk.

"Thank you."

"Alright, I'm gonna head down to my office, I'll see you later love."

Rebecca stands up and hugs you.

"Bye babe." She says, she leans down and kisses you. She puts both of her hands on your belly and looks into your eyes. "I love you." She looks down at your belly. "I love you too."

"We love you too." You say, you kiss her again and head towards the door.

You get about halfway across the office when you see Keeley walk into Rebecca's office.

"Holy shit!!!" She screams. "You're fucking huge!!" She says running up to you, grabbing your belly.

"Keeley!!" You say excitedly.

You hug her and she kneels down in front of your belly.

"Hi again baby, it's your most favorite Auntie Keeley, I can't wait to meet you!!" She looks up at you. "God you're glowing you look amazing."

"Aw, thanks."

Keeley gets up and you turn around, Rebecca is walking towards the two of you and hugs Keeley. You head down to your office and Ted and Higgins leave Rebecca's office. Rebecca and Keeley sit on the couch and catch up.

"You don't think I've been nervous about the pregnancy, do you?" Rebecca asks.

Keeley lets out a laugh and Rebecca looks at her.

"Babe, you've been a nervous wreck since you found out she was pregnant!"

Rebecca groans and leans her head back against the couch.

"It's okay though, having a kid must be terrifying! I would think you were crazy if you weren't a nervous wreck."

"Really?"

"Of course! You're gonna be an amazing mum." Keeley says with a smile.

"I love you." Rebecca says and hugs her.

At the end of the day you head back up to Rebecca's office. The door is open only a crack so you slowly open it and gently knock, you see Rebecca sitting at her desk on a Zoom call. She looks up at you and smiles when she sees you and waves you in. You take a seat on the couch and put your feet up and relax. You look over at Rebecca and watch her as she works, you hear her talking to the person on the call, she always sounds so confident, so intelligent, so strong. It's those qualities that you found so attractive to begin with, once you got past the walls she had built and you got to know who she was under all of that, you fell in love faster than you ever expected, and the rest is history. She finishes up the call and sits down next to you.

"Hi love." She leans down and kisses you.

"Hi baby, how was your day?"

"Pretty uneventful, how was yours?"

"Boring."

She puts her arm around you and you lean into her, you feel a flutter in your belly again and put your hand over it. You smile as you feel the baby kicking and you take Rebecca's hand and put it over the spot. You feel the flutter again and Rebecca's face lights up, watching her face light up when she feels her kick is one of your favorite things.

A few weeks go by and you wake up on a Saturday morning, you and Rebecca run some errands, get some last-minute things for the nursery and install the car seat in the car. By lunch time the both of you are sitting at the kitchen table, the doors to the backyard open, the cool spring breeze blowing through the house. You're sitting back in the chair, Rebecca sitting across from you, rubbing your swollen feet. Rebecca starts humming and you feel more fluttering in your belly. You place you hand over the spot, close your eyes and smile as the baby kicks away while Rebecca hums.

"Is she kicking?" Rebecca asks.

"Oh yeah, you'd think she's doing karate in there." You say with a laugh.

Rebecca puts her hand over the spot and you feel the fluttering again. You both smile, you hand resting on hers.

"Just think, she can be here any day now." You say.

"I can't wait. Although I am going to miss this." She says.

"Well we can always have another one." You say with a smile.

Rebecca looks at you and you smile.

"What? I would be very okay with giving her a little brother or sister one day. I mean I need at least two years before I'm ready to be pregnant again, but I would love to have more kids. Being pregnant wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, although the morning sickness was pretty awful."

"Aw you were so sick, I felt horrible."

"That definitely sucked, but she doesn't have to be the last one. Although I would like to enjoy having one baby before planning more."

"I think that's fair." Rebecca says with a giggle. "Come on, lets finish setting up the last things for the nursery."

The two of you get up and head upstairs, you put away the freshly washed newborn clothes and set up a few last-minute things.

"I think that's it, right?" You ask, looking around the nursery.

"I think so." Rebecca says walking up behind you.

She walks up behind you and puts her arms around you. You close your eyes and lean against her.

"Ohh, can you hold up my belly?" You ask looking up at her.

"Sure." She says with a smile.

She places her hands under your stomach and gently pulls up, the tension on your lower back lessens and you lean into her and let out a groan of relief.

"Oh my god I love this." You say.

Rebecca kisses your neck and slowly lets go after a minute. She keeps her hands on your belly, you placing you hands on hers, both of you admiring the nursery. After dinner you both are laying in bed watching tv, your head on Rebecca's shoulder, her hand resting on your belly, your hand resting on top of hers. You start to doze off when you feel a cramp, nothing too intense, like a normal period cramp, but it's enough to wake you up from dozing off. You take a deep breath and breathe through it.

"Are you okay?" Rebecca looks over at you, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine baby, just a cramp."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I promise."

Throughout the night you feel a few more cramps, nothing too intense, and nothing consistent. You chalk it up to early labor pains, figuring you'll probably be giving birth within the next few days.

In the middle of the night you're woken up by a more intense cramp, you groan and sit up, breathing through it as you grab the duvet.

"What's wrong?" Rebecca says in a sleepy, yet concerned voice.

You take a few more deep breaths and the cramp subsides.

"Nothing, just another cramp. I'm okay baby."

"Are you going into labor?" She asks, sitting up and resting her hand on your back.

"I don't think so, my water didn't break yet and my contractions aren't consistent."

"Okay, you sure you're okay?"

"Yes, I promise." You say, putting your hand on her cheek.

"Okay." She says quietly, gazing into your tired eyes. She leans in and kisses you. "If you have another one wake me up, okay? Try and get some sleep."

You both lay back down, Rebecca wrapping her arms around you, you both doze back off. About 15 minutes later you get another cramp and sit up, Rebecca immediately sits up and grabs your hand, you hold her hand and breathe through it until it subsides. The pattern continues throughout most of the night, you'll feel a contraction every 15 minutes or so for less than a minute.

By sunrise you and Rebecca are wide awake, you've been walking around the bedroom after giving up trying to get comfortable. Another contraction hits and you double over, Rebecca at your side, holding your hand.

"Fuckk" you groan as you try to breathe through it.

"You're okay, you got this." Rebecca says as she rubs your back.

The pain passes and you're able to stand up straight again. The contractions are about 10 minutes apart, still not close enough to go to the hospital, plus, you'd rather labor at home for as long as you can instead of being stuck in the hospital. The morning passes with barely any progress, by the afternoon your contractions are finally less than 10 minutes apart, still not enough to go to the hospital, but you're grateful for any progress at this point.

By dinnertime you're sitting on the couch, you've given up on finding a comfortable position to sit in hours ago so you're just going with it. You were able to eat dinner which was great and you're starting to feel a little stronger now that you have food in your system again. You stand up and walk around as Rebecca keeps a close eye on you.

You let out a whine and Rebecca is immediately by your side, another contraction comes, this one stronger than the rest, you grab her hand and double over, you let out a few cries as you breathe through it as Rebecca rubs your back.

"You're okay, just breathe, there you go." She gently says.

It lasts almost a minute, once it passes you stand up again and loosen your grip on her hand.

About five minutes later another one comes, you sit on the couch and hold onto Rebecca's hand, letting out cries as you breathe through it. Once it passes Rebecca gets up and goes into the kitchen, she comes back with an ice pack and kneels in front of you and puts the ice pack on the back of your neck. The cold is soothing, you lean forward and rest your head on her shoulder. Another contraction comes and you grab onto Rebecca's hand and breathe through it, letting out more cries as you breathe.

"You're doing so well baby, it's almost over, good job." You take a few breaths of relief once it passes and you lift your head off of her shoulder and look at her. "You're doing an amazing job baby." She says as she looks into your eyes.

You can tell she's worried, for you, for the baby, but her eyes are also filled with love. There is no way you'd be able to get through any of this without her.

The contractions go on for a few more hours, eventually getting down to 3-4 minutes apart, once they're consistently 3-4 minutes apart you both decide it's time to head to the hospital. A little frantic, Rebecca grabs the bag you packed a few weeks ago and grabs a few other things before you get into the car and go.

Once you're at the hospital, you're admitted into labor & delivery right away and you're brought into a room. The doctor comes in and examines you, checks your vitals and looks over your chart.

"You're about 7 centimeters dilated, did you want an epidural?" He asks.

"Yeah, but can I wait a little longer before I get it?" You ask.

"Honey, are you sure?" Rebecca asks.

You nod your head and the doctor tells you you still have time and they don't have to place it right away. The doctor leaves and another contraction comes, Rebecca sits facing you on the bed and holds your hand as you lean into her.

"Fuck!" You try and breathe through it, you feel Rebecca rubbing your back trying to comfort you.

"Good job, keep breathing, it's almost over."

The contraction ends and you lay back onto the hospital bed.

"Are you sure you want to wait for the epidural?" Rebecca asks.

"Yeah. I'm not ready for it, epidurals scare the shit out of me."

"Oh honey." She says with a smile.

You move over on the bed and pat the spot next to you. Rebecca lays down next to you and puts her arm around you. You close your eyes and curl into her, wrapping your arm around her waist.

"I wouldn't be able to do any of this without you." You quietly say.

She holds you a little tighter and kisses your head. You look up at her and look into her eyes.

"I love you Rebecca."

"I love you too y/n."

She leans down and your lips meet hers, the sparks you feel relax you as you melt into the kiss. Rebecca helps you through more contractions before the doctor comes back in and does another exam.

"Okay, it looks like you're at almost 8 1/2 centimeters, if you still want the epidural, I would highly suggest getting it done sooner rather than later."

You look over a Rebecca and she holds your hand and nods.

"Okay, lets do it."

The anesthesiologist comes in and starts prepping for the epidural. They have you sit on the edge of the bed and lean forward, you feel your anxiety rising, Rebecca picks up on it and she kneels in front of you and holds your face in her hands.

"You're okay, I'm right here, okay? I got you."

Your anxiety settles a little and you take a deep breath and rest your head on her shoulder. She holds the back of your head and gently strokes your hair.

"There you go."

"Okay, you're gonna feel some pressure, maybe a pinch, but not much more than that, ready?"

You nod your head and hold onto Rebecca's hand. You feel pressure on your back and then a sharp, shooting pinch, you whine a little and squeeze Rebecca's hand.

"You're alright, you're alright." She gently says.

The pain begins to dissipate and you release your grip on her hand, the nurse tapes the epidural to your back.

"Alright, all done." The anesthesiologist says.

"Hear that? It's over, you did amazing baby."

You try to get comfortable in the hospital bed and within 15 minutes the epidural is working. You feel pressure whenever you get a contraction, but luckily the pain has been numbed. A nurse gives you another exam and looks up at you and Rebecca.

"Okay, you're at 10 centimeters, I'm gonna call the doctor in and then it'll be time to push."

A few minutes later the doctor comes in, you slide to the end of the bed and put your feet in the stirrups. Rebecca stands next to you and holds your hand, you feel the pressure again and the doctor tells you to push, you start pushing, it feels like the baby is going to come out of your butt.

The nurses and Rebecca are continuously giving you words of encouragement as you push. You push for about fifteen minutes and you lay back between contractions. Rebecca looks at you and puts her hand on your face.

"You're doing amazing, she's almost here. You're almost done." She kisses your head and you feel the pressure again.

You push again, after another fifteen minutes the doctor says she's crowning. Rebecca looks down and looks back at you.

"She's almost here baby, you're so close, just a little more."

You push for another few minutes you watch Rebecca's face, her eyes focused on what's happening. You give one final big push and you hear the most beautiful cry you've ever heard. You look over at Rebecca, watching in awe with tears in her eyes. She looks over at you with the biggest smile on her face.

"She's perfect." She says as a few tears fall. They put the baby on your lap and dry her off, you gently place your hand on the top of her head, you can't believe that she's yours. They whisk the baby away and clean her off, Rebecca cuts the umbilical cord and they bring her back to you and lay her on your chest. Rebecca lays next to you and gently rubs her head, a look of amazement on her face.

"She's so tiny." Rebecca quietly says.

You look down at the tiny baby laying on your bare chest, she's so small and innocent and perfect, you've never felt love like this before for something, a few tears roll down your cheeks and you feel Rebecca wipe them away.

"What's the matter?" She asks.

"Nothing, I just- I love her so much." You lay your head on Rebecca's shoulder and more tears fall.

"Oh honey." She says as she kisses your head. You look up at her and see tears in her eyes. "I love her so much too. You were amazing, you did such an incredible job, I'm so proud of you." She leans down and kisses you, your heart has never felt so full.

A nurse walks in to check in on you.

"Mum, would you like to do skin to skin contact also?" She asks Rebecca.

Rebecca looks a little surprised. "Oh, I- I didn't know I could."

"Of course you can, it's an important part of bonding with your newborn. What do you say?"

Rebecca looks at you and you nod you head and she looks back at the nurse. "Yeah, alright, lets do it."

Another nurse comes and takes the baby while they remove your epidural. Rebecca removes her shirt and bra and lays next to you in the bed, and pulls the covers over her chest. The nurse brings the baby over and lays her on Rebecca, nervous at first, Rebecca stays completely still, after a minute she begins to relax and lays back onto the bed. The baby wakes up, her big alien-like eyes shifting around, she coos and Rebecca freezes for a moment, the baby grabs her finger and holds it tight. Rebecca relaxes again and looks down at her in amazement.

"See? She knows you're her mum." You say to her.

Rebecca looks over at you with tears in her eyes. The baby starts to cry and Rebecca panics a little.

"Sing to her." You say.

Rebecca looks at you for a second, she takes a deep breath and begins to gently sing. The baby's cries soften and come to a stop, sleep starts to take over as her eyelids begin to close and after a minute, she's fast asleep in Rebecca's arms. You look up at Rebecca and realize she has tears rolling down her cheeks, you gently wipe them away.

"What's the matter love?" You ask.

"Nothing," she looks you in the eyes. "I just- I've wanted this for so long, I got to the point in life where I gave up on ever thinking this was going to be possible. But now, she's here, and I have you and I- I've never been this happy before in my life. This, right here, being with her, and with you, this is the best moment of my life."

You can feel the pure happiness radiating off of her, pouring every ounce of love she has in her heart into your daughter. You hold Rebecca's face in your hand and bring your lips to hers. You slowly kiss her and lay your head on her shoulder when your lips part. You peacefully drift off to sleep, your body exhausted from everything it's gone through.

A few days later your discharged from the hospital and you're able to bring the baby home. Rebecca carries the car seat up the stairs and into the nursery, you change her and lay her down in the crib. The two of you stand over her, watching her as she sleeps, your arms wrapped around each other and your head resting on Rebecca's chest.

The next few weeks are a whirlwind of sleepless nights, dirty diapers and more love than you've ever had in your life. Rebecca has been amazing, helping with every single thing possible, she's even stayed up with you when you breastfeed the baby at night so you're not alone. You're both exhausted, but simultaneously the happiest you've ever been.

You're both still on maternity leave, but you decide to bring the baby into the office so everyone can meet her. Ted and Higgins gush over her, coach Beard stands an awkward distance away, you almost think he's afraid of her. You catch a rare smile on Roy's face, which quickly turns into a scowl when he realizes you noticed, and Keeley cried for the first fifteen minutes and as soon as she was able to hold the baby, no one else was able to for the rest of the time you were there.

The three of you head home and get ready for bed, the baby is still wide awake so you lay in bed with her. Rebecca is holding her in one arm and has a book in her other hand, reading to the baby. You look over at Rebecca, her reading glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose, you watch her as she changes her facial expressions to match the lines from the book, every few lines looking down at the baby, talking to her about what she's been reading. Your heart feels so full it might burst. Just as Rebecca finishes the book, the baby drifts off to sleep. Rebecca puts the book down and gently caresses her rosy cheeks and smiles at her. She looks over at you with a smile on her face.

"What?" She asks,

"Nothing, I just love watching you with her. You're an amazing mum."

She smiles and leans in and kisses you.

"You're an amazing mum too."

She carefully gets out of bed and puts the baby in her crib. Rebecca climbs back into bed with you and you hold each other.

"I love you so much." You say to her, looking deeply into her eyes.

"I love you so much too."

Your lips meet and you slowly kiss. Your lips part and you gaze into each others eyes for a moment. You cuddle into her and you both fall asleep. Even though you're both exhausted, this is the happiest either of you have ever been.

[imightgetbetter]

sweaty nights

maybe just maybe i am back! i've been in a bit of a writing slump and i am trying to ease back into it so i will be writing smaller pieces this week to try and build up to a bigger one! i really, really like this one so please be kind. as always, send your thoughts and make sure you like and reblog! it helps me out immensely. i might do a week of dad!matty stuff to ease into writing things and just have a good time. let me know what you think.

Matty’s grunts could be heard over the baby monitor that was set on the shelf above where the crib should be, where the crib will be when he finishes building it. His chest is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, which can be seen in just the right light as the sun sets through the open window. Her nursery is nearly fully complete, the geometric, multi-colored shapes cover the walls and the trinkets that you’ve been collecting for the last nine months decorate the shelves. Her initials, ‘AJH’ are set above the open space for the wooden crib, something that Matty has been putting this off for months, quite literally, and now that you’re only a few weeks away, you’ve told him that either he builds the crib or you will, to which he nearly jumped out of his seat at the dinner table and knocked over his glass of wine, earning a laugh from you and a sigh as you started clearing the table.

His disgruntled swears echo down the hallway as you walk towards the nursery, loosely dressed in your favorite night shirt (a massively oversized men’s t-shirt that would probably even swim on your husband’s frame) and cozy socks that you know you won’t be able to put on yourself much longer. His back is to you, tense and tight as he hunches over the different screws and wooden planks and the directions that he seemingly hasn’t opened more than a handful of times. Matty wanted to do this himself, like he wanted to do the rocking chair and the changing table, and you had full confidence in his ability to do so, although the glass of wine certainly wouldn’t be helping him in this scenario. He is oblivious to you leaning on the door frame, your hands rubbing over your swollen belly as you watch his movements carefully. He’s nervous, you can tell, the anxiety looming over both of you as you realize that this is really happening, and it’s happening soon, less than a month away.

“I don’t think that arguing with the inanimate objects is going to help you build the crib any faster. Do you?”

Matty lets out a breathy laugh and spins around to face you, his hand wiping away at the sweat on his forehead. He leans back on his hands, looking at you admirably. “I mean, I suppose not, but it was worth a shot to be able to tell you that I did it all by myself, wasn’t it?”

“I would be more impressed with you not arguing with wood and getting this done before half past midnight,” you smirk, looking down at your stomach and adding in, “Daddy doesn’t like to listen very well, Attie James.” Attie twirls at the sound of your voice and Matty jumps to his feet when you laugh. “Have a very active girl in here. Tell Daddy you’re fine, Attie.”

Matty lays his hands over your stomach, his thumbs brushing over where the tiny indents of her hands and feet mark against your stretched skin. He knows this hasn’t been easy for you, the months of sickness and the nausea, the aches and pains, the stress and inability to move around in the way you like, but seeing you excited and moving around in these last few weeks has relieved so much worry aching his chest. “Hey there, baba. Can you be a good girl and go to bed so I can romance your mummy later when I’m done building your crib?”

“Matthew!”

Matty laughs, leaning against the carpet and kissing over your stomach, whispering something you can’t quite make out before standing on his feet and reaching to kiss you, his lips wet and warm against your own. “I’m trying to seduce you as much as I can before you never want to touch me again.”

“You are so dramatic.”

“You think you’re going to want me to touch you after you have a baby? I’ll happily be proven wrong by this, baby, but I don’t think I am,” Matty smirks against your lips, kissing you once more before pointing towards the rocking chair and returning to his place on the ground beside the wooden planks and opened screws.

“Many women have told me that it’s the opposite,” you say, rubbing over your stomach and closing your eyes, the cool breeze from the open window washing over you as the night begins to set in. “I can’t wait to see you with a baby in your arms. I think it’s going to make me crazy actually. Our baby girl in your arms. Going to make me want you so badly and I won’t be able to do anything for at least two months.”

“Fuck,” he grunts, releasing the screwdriver and the wooden planks and turning around slightly to glance over at you, his stomach swirling with butterflies and his heart swelling with the sight of you and your hand over your stomach, “you know you can’t say things like that to me, darling. You’re going to get me all worked up and I’ll never get this bloody crib done, and then you’ll be proper mad at me.”

“Get working, then. I want to take you to bed.” Matty huffs and mumbles something under his breath, opening the direction pamphlet and beginning to set the correct pieces together and screw everything in the right place, stopping every so often to drop a kiss to your lips and laugh when you snap a picture of his backside, telling him that it’s for memories. “You’re going to make such a hot dad, you know? Like a proper DILF.”

“Too bad that’s not how you told me you were pregnant,” Matty laughs, shaking his head at the thought. “Imagine just showing up the studio or something and saying, ‘You’d make a good DILF!’ and that’s how you announced you’re pregnant. I think I’d lose my fucking mind.”

“I’ll have to keep that one in the back pocket, then. Keep it in mind for the next one.”

“The next one?” Matty says, twisting the screwdriver tightly in place and ensuring that every wooden piece and screw is where it should be, the pieces slowly dwindling on the ground and the crib beginning to inch up, piece by piece.

“You think I’m going to want to stop after this one? No way. I need at least one more. I need to see your arms full of our babies. Fully decked out in tea party outfits and glitter and a baby carrier. Need to see all of it.”

“Don’t worry, darling. I’ll get you pregnant, again. I had too much fun doing it the first time.”

[veeluvss]

emily is your sugar mummy

no smut , pure fluff

idk how many words

part 1

sitting in emily’s apartment, you heard the familiar ping on your phone. quickly pausing the tv, you reached over and saw the face of your beautiful sugar mummy. no feelings attached … at least that’s what you agreed on.

you slid right and answered the phone, placing it against your ear whilst you absentmindedly stroked sergio.

“hey pretty girl,” she whispered down the phone.

you giggled, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the nickname. “hi.”

“are you at my house?”

“mhm, been here alllll day waiting for you.”

“that’s a good girl, is sergio being good?”

“yeah, stealing my food though,” you chuckled.

“ah man, i’ll tell him off when i’m home. i just got in the car so i’m only a few minutes away. what would you like for dinner?”

“hmm,” you wiggled your feet, thinking, “Indian?”

“indian it is, i’ll be home soon. make sure you’re dressed appropriately,” she smirked down the phone before hanging up. you giggled and got off the couch, running to your suitcase.

you grabbed your silk nightgown, white and delicate. emily bought this for you when you first made things official and she loved you wearing it. you threw away your clothes, quickly getting undressed as you knew she’d be home any minute. you slid the nightgown over your head and watched as it fell just below your bum. the lacey ends tickled your thighs and you couldn’t help but smile. you slid your matching white underwear up too, making sure they fit snug so emily had a good view when you turned around.

“babyyy,” emily said, as the front door opened. you giggled and skipped into view, right in the entryway. “there’s my girl!” she cheered, dropping her bag on the floor. you smiled and ran into her arms, she held you on her waist with ease and kissed your chest and then lips.

“i missed you,” you whispered softly, not really wanting to admit it. you knew you’d promised her no feelings attached, it was a regular thing with these types of relationships but emily was different to the rest.

the way she held you was so precious, she treated you like antique china, never handling you too hard. she kissed you with ease and grace and tucked your hair behind your ear. she used your favourite pet names and made an effort to make you smile. she cared. so much.

and you couldn’t help but feel attached to her. not only did she care about you but she was absolutely beautiful in every way. the way her hair always smelt of coconut and vanilla, the way her hands and lips were as soft as a cloud. the way she could pull of every outfit so effortlessly, even no clothes so effortlessly. she was a stunner and honestly, you’d never seen a more beautiful woman.

“come on, clingy bear,” emily giggled, rubbing your back. you realised you’d been holding on a little too long and gently jumped down, lowering your head- embarrassed at the thoughts you were thinking. she’d never like you like that, you were only there to please her when she wanted you. she could just drop you any moment and tears filled your eyes at the thought.

“i’d love a coffee, baby,” she said, hanging up her coat. you nodded, blinked back your tears and skipped into the kitchen. you didn’t want to think about all them silly feelings now.

just as the machine began whirring, you heard emily clearing her throat behind you. you turned on the balls of your feet - she was holding your clothes above your suitcase which had been left all over the floor in a mess. you blushed madly.

“what’ve i told you about keeping my place clean and tidy?” she said, authoritatively.

“i- i was going to tidy it but you- you got home just before i was - and i - i didn’t have time,” you muttered, keeping your eyes low. you heard your clothes drop to the floor and her heels clicking over the tiled floor as she walked towards you.

she stopped, toe to toe and you whimpered. her delicate hands came up and rested two fingers below your chin, forcing your gaze to hers. she was taller than you, quite considerably but she liked that. before she could say anything, you squinted your eyes shut. you hated eye contact yet emily persisted on it.

“now now, open them baby blues for me,” she whispered, understanding your fear of it. you shook your head, letting your eyes fill with tears again - god why were you so emotional today?

“come on pretty lady,” she whispered, planting a gentle kiss between your eyes. slowly, you released them. a few tears slid down the sides of your cheeks, escaping. you made eye contact with her chocolate brown eyes and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. she pouted. she cupped your cheek and frowned more, inspecting your gaze and watery eyes. you couldn’t maintain the eye contact so let your eyes drop to the floor.

she cleared her throat and you thought you were about to be kicked out. you were ready to leave, ready to walk out and not come back. your previous mommy’s and daddy’s had hated when you got so emotional. especially crying from a simple reminder of the rules. this wasn’t like you.

however, emily didn’t want you to leave. she grabbed your waist and hoisted you onto the kitchen counter with ease. you let out a little noise of surprise, and your hands flew to her shoulders to steady yourself. she opened your legs and slid between them so you instinctively wrapped them around her, crossing your ankles.

“y/n,” she whispered gently, looking up at you.

“hm?” you replied, not knowing what was coming.

“why are you sad?” she pouted it, and it made your heart explode. you couldn’t help but smile as you tangled your fingers in her raven hair.

“i’m not sad,” you choked out.

“i’m a profiler baby, you seem to forget every time you try and lie to me,” she sniggered. you blushed and lowered your eyes.

“what’s going on little lady?” you whimpered at the pet name, one of your favourites again.

you shrugged, not feeling like telling her.

“you can talk to me, you know,” emily put some hair behind your ear and you sighed, letting your shoulder drop and few tears fall from your eyes. “i’m not just here to pay you. this is a two way thing, we agreed that at the start.” she reminded you.

“i - it’s just a hard day,” you replied, wanting to get it over with.

“that’s okay darling, we all have hard days,” she replied. “anything in particular or just all the thoughts?”

“all the thoughts.”

“that’s okay too,” her voice was so understanding, so gentle and caring. she wasn’t making you look in her eyes, she wasn’t forcing the physical contact. she was loving you. she loved you.

“how about we have dinner with a movie and then have a bath?” she suggested after a few minutes. you’d never had a bath together before, a shower ? yeah but not a bath, that was so much more intimate.

“a bath?” you asked, straightening up.

“yeah, with bubbles and a bath bomb too. i’ll look after you tonight,” she said gently, leaning in and planting a soft kiss to your lips. you couldn’t help but feel a whole new set of emotions. man this was hard. yet you loved it.

“that’s nice,” you whispered, foreheads touching. she nodded, agreeing.

you stayed silent for a few minutes, sharing chaste kisses and small smiles, letting the love radiate through you both.

then the knock on the door broke you apart. she let her smile fall, squeezed your thighs gently before heading towards the door to get food.

hopefully tonight, you might bring up the guts to tell her what’s really wrong.