Summary: you’re on holiday with Heather and are supposed to miss Ginge play at Wembley.
He looks so fkn yummy!! I wrote this yesterday and forgot to post it 😗
The flights were booked and paid for before Morgan, and Chaz, got the call up to play at Wembley.
Obviously falling right in the middle of your trip to Australia with Heather and a few of your influencer friends.
You’d offered to cancel the trip to support him, having never missed one of his matches before, but Morgan wouldn’t let you.
“Babe it’s my second time playing at Wembley, not a big deal. Enjoy yourself - stop getting so stressed”
You knew deep down it hurt him. It hurt you too, it was a big deal and it was massive for him - the first sidemen charity match being a dream come true and now being offered a place on the team for the third year running. Promising to watch it and be screaming at your phone at his performance from across the world seemed wrong.
That lead you to booking a flight home, a week and a half early. A 22 hour flight, alone, jet lagged and most definitely sunburned.
The loud hum of excitement flowed through the stadium as you arrived. Excited fans desperate to see their favourite creators, a sea of red and black footy shirts melding together animatedly.
The energy was unmatched.
You tried to be sneaky - not wanting to ruin the surprise. Naturally his mum and Nana knew, they were waiting to greet you and help keep Morgan unaware till just the right moment.
“He’s got absolutely no idea” Michelle whispered in your ear as she wrapped her arms around you.
“Good, Simon says they’re warming up now so I’m going to go sneak in. I’ll be back” you laughed slipping inside of the stadium doors.
An event organiser met you, guiding you to Morgan without thinking twice - clearly Simon had given him instructions.
Walking through the tunnel you clocked him on the pitch. Back to you, training kit on, sun reflecting off his ginger hair.
He was laughing easily as he passed the ball between a Chazza, Ethan and himself. Running the drill despite not being manager of this team, unable to help himself.
Chaz clocked you first, he’d looked up mid pass to see the quickly filling stands. He thought he recognised your hair, did a double take and a big grin over took his face. He tapped Ethan’s arm gesturing to you inconspicuously so Morgan didn’t notice, causing Ethan to let out a little laugh.
Needless to say Morgan hadn’t been quite as lovely to his friends when talking about you missing his match.
There had been a lot of “she’s busy, it’s fine” followed immediately by passive-aggressive moaning about not having his good luck charm in the stands.
So when Ethan started laughing mid-drill, Morgan immediately clocked it.
“What?” he frowned, trapping the ball under his foot. “Why you laughing?”
“Nothing,” Ethan said quickly, very much lying.
Chaz looked seconds away from combusting. Morgan narrowed his eyes.
“You two are being weird.”
He turned to follow their gaze and froze. For a moment he genuinely didn’t react. Like his brain refused to catch up with what his eyes were seeing.
You stood just off the touchline, acrylics picking at your cuticles, YouTube all stars top on, smiling like you hadn’t just crossed half the planet.
Morgan blinked. Once. Twice.
“…what?”
You lifted a hand and gave a small wave. That was all it took.
“NO WAY.”
The shout echoed across the pitch loud enough that a few nearby players turned their heads. The ball rolled forgotten as Morgan broke into a full sprint toward you, completely abandoning the warm-up drill.
Chaz doubled over laughing behind him.
“Told you he’d lose his head,” he called after him. Morgan didn’t hear a word.
He reached the barrier breathless, eyes wide, hands immediately grabbing yours like he needed physical confirmation you were real.
“You - you’re in Australia,” he said, baffled. “You were literally sending me beach pictures yesterday!”
“I made Heather update my Snapchat” you admitted, grinning.
His jaw dropped.
“You what?”
“Surprise.”
He pulled you into a hug without hesitation, arms tight around you, lifting you slightly off your feet despite the barrier between you. His face buried into your shoulder, laughter mixing with something softer. Relief, disbelief, a tiny bit emotional.
“You flew back?” he murmured. “For this?”
“Of course I did. You really thought I’d miss Wembley?”
Morgan pulled back just enough to look at you properly, eyes scanning your face like he was checking nothing about you would disappear if he blinked.
“You said it wasn’t a big deal” you teased gently.
He huffed a laugh, caught out immediately. “Yeah well… I was lying, weren’t I?”
“I know” You smiled.
Behind him, Ethan shouted, “Oi loverboy! We’ve still got a match!”
Morgan didn’t even turn around. “I don’t care” he shot back automatically, still holding your hands.
The stadium continued to get louder, more fans swarming in and filling the stands. Excited content creators doing football drills on the pitch in front of you.
But Morgan was still looking at you, soft blue eyes. Still disbelieving you’d travelled across the whole world to watch him play football.
“I was actually gutted, y’know” he admitted quietly. “Tried not to say it because I didn’t want you cancelling your trip”
“I know” you said, “That’s why I came anyway”
His smile turned impossibly fond.
“Best surprise I’ve ever had.” He squeezed your hands once more before leaning forward, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. Careless of cameras, teammates, or the thousands of people slowly filling the stands.
Energy seemed to snap back into him all at once. Right, match mode.He jogged backward toward the pitch, pointing at you as he went.
“I’m scoring today” he declared confidently. “That’s locked in now”
“You better!” you called after him. “I didn’t survive twenty-two hours alone in a deathtrap for nothing” Chaz ran past, laughing.
“He’s unbearable when you’re here, just warning you!”
Morgan shoved him lightly, already buzzing, already glancing back toward you every few seconds like he still couldn’t believe you were actually there.
And for the first time all day, the nerves he’d been hiding were gone because when kickoff came, and eighty thousand voices roared around Wembley, he knew exactly where to look in the crowd.
And you were right there, in the family and friend stands, exactly where you’d always been for him.
The roar when kickoff hit was physical. It vibrated through your chest, through the plastic seat beneath you, through the air itself as the Sidemen charity match 2026 officially began.
Eighty thousand people moved as one, chants starting in pockets before rolling across the stadium like waves. Cameras flashed. Commentary echoed faintly overhead. Every touch of the ball earned cheers or groans.
And Morgan? Morgan was flying. Whatever nerves had sat on his shoulders earlier were gone completely. He pressed harder, ran faster, calling instructions without thinking, slipping straight into that natural leadership he couldn’t switch off even when he wasn’t captain.
Michelle leaned toward you with a knowing smile.
“Told you he just needed you here.”
You laughed nervously, hands clasped together, leaned forward in suspense as you watched him chase down a loose ball.
Every time play paused, his eyes flicked toward the stands. Toward you. Like a magnet.
Midway through the first half it happened.
The ball broke loose near midfield after a messy challenge. Ethan recovered it quickly, tapping it forward into open space. Morgan saw it before anyone else did.
He accelerated instantly, a ginger blur cutting through defenders as the crowd noise climbed in anticipation.
You were already half-standing. “Go on!” you shouted without realising.
He pushed the ball ahead once. Twice. Defender closing in. One touch to set himself. Then he struck. The sound of his boot cracked through the stadium.
For half a second everything slowed. The ball lifting, curving past an outstretched keeper and hitting the back of the net.
Wembley exploded, the roar was deafening. Morgan froze in disbelief for a split second before pure adrenaline took over. Arms thrown wide, grin breaking across his face as teammates swarmed him.
But even in the chaos, even with cameras chasing him and thousands screaming his name he turned. Straight toward the family stand. Straight toward you.
You were already on your feet, laughing, hands over your mouth in shock. He pointed directly at you, shouting something you couldn’t hear but knew exactly what it was.
Told you.
Chazza jumped onto his back. Ethan wrapped an arm around his shoulders. The celebration turned chaotic immediately, but Morgan kept glancing up, eyes searching until they found yours again.
And when they did? That soft, private smile slipped through the madness. Not for the crowd. Just for you.
The rest of the match passed in a blur of adrenaline and noise. You barely sat down, Michelle squeezed your hand every time he touched the ball, Julie proudly told anyone within earshot that ‘that’s our Morgan’.
By full-time your voice was nearly gone from shouting. Players collapsed onto the pitch laughing, exhausted, buzzing with adrenaline.
You waited near the tunnel with the families, heart pounding again, nerves different now. Anticipation instead of secrecy. The moment Morgan disappeared down the tunnel he was scanning faces, searching.
Then he saw you, and his entire expression changed. Relief. Happiness. Something softer that only ever showed up when it was just the two of you.
He didn’t slow down. Didn’t care about cameras or teammates walking past.
He pulled you straight into him, arms wrapping tight around your waist, lifting you clean off the ground this time. Your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, his hands supporting you by holding your bum - complete coincidence obviously.
“You came” he said into your hair, voice rough from shouting and emotion. “You actually came”
You laughed into his shoulder. “You scored. I had to make sure you didn’t get too cocky without supervision”
He shifted you in his hold, cheeks flushed, hair damp with sweat, still glowing from the match.
His forehead rested against yours for a moment, the noise of Wembley fading behind you as if the whole day narrowed down to this tiny pocket of calm.
Then Chaz appeared over his shoulder immediately ruining it. “He has not shut up about you all week” he announced loudly. “Proper miserable without you.”
“Can you not?” Morgan groaned.
“Man was watching old vlogs at training” Ethan joined in instantly.
“YOU DIDN’T” you laughed.
Morgan pointed accusingly at them. “Snitches. All of you.”
But he was smiling wide, unguarded, happy in a way that made the jet lag, the flight, the exhaustion completely worth it.
Gently he lowered you back onto your own feet, his arm settled around your shoulders as he guided you further into the tunnel, still keeping you tucked close.
Like now that you were here, he had absolutely no intention of letting you out of reach again.
Chapter One: “I suspect your single era will be coming to an end soon Ginge…”
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The jungle humidity clung to everything; thick, heavy and relentless. It clung to Morgan's skin like a damp flannel he couldn't shake off, one that stank of woodsmoke and rot.
Back in Salford the air was crisp, tasting of exhaust fumes and chippy grease, he'd take that over this any day.
It was the fourth night in camp, and the novelty had worn off, replaced with a bone deep grumpiness.
Morgan shifted his weight for the third time in just the past few minutes, the log he perched on seemed personally offended by his thighs, the bark digging in at all the worst angles as he tried (and failed) to enjoy his mushy beans and rice.
He sighed after yet another disgusting watery mouthful, thinking about everything he missed back home; hot showers, deliveroo, kebabs, FIFA with the lads, deliveroo again, and his dog Spike, the grumpy old shih tzu, though Spike was probably not missing him, he was probably snoring on his sister's sofa right now, completely oblivious to the fact Morgan was currently being eaten alive by midges for the nation's entertainment.
Across the campfire, Ruby Wax was mid-story, her hands waving animatedly as she spoke to Martin Kemp who was wheezing into his beans.
"I'm telling you, Martin... I saw the sign at Vienna airport and thought 'oh how peculiar, these Australian's sure are funny, this must be a prank since it's April"
Morgan let out a snort, nearly losing the mouthful of beans he was chewing.
"Rubes, you're telling me you sat on a two hour flight to Austria and you just assumed the pilot was taking a cheeky shortcut across the globe?"
"Well, I did wonder why we didn't seem to be crossing an ocean" she replied, completely serious. "I just assumed it was a very fast flight, like the Concorde I used to take to New York back in the day."
Morgan shook his head and shot back "Rubes, even if Concorde still existed, I reckon it'd take a bit longer than two hours for it to reach Sydney"
"Well Ginge, darling" she said airly, "I am but a dotty old lady. Skyscanner is a confusing website, how does it know all the flights? I'm far too old for such confusing things"
"Yet here you are, somehow in the jungle" he joked with a tired grin, the campbed that creaked with every roll catching up to him with every sentence.
Ruby smirked. "Well, Ginge, I couldn't let a handsome lad like yourself suffer alone in here."
The camp erupted into a round of tired chuckles.
Morgan shook his head, leaning back.
"Ruby, If I were a 'handsome lad' I wouldn't be in the jungle eating this mush, I'd be on a sofa back home with a fit bird I'd be calling my missus."
Ruby raised an eyebrow at that, a knowing smile creeping onto her face, leaning forward with the sparkle in her eyes that screamed trouble.
"Oh I don't know about that" she said, tilting her head "you don't strike me as the lovey-dovey type."
Morgan scoffed, straightening slightly "excuse me, what's that supposed to mean?"
Ruby smirked and waved a hand vaguely in his direction, "I reckon you're one of those lads who thinks taking a girl to Spoons is the height of sophistication."
Morgan looked genuinely affronted, mouth hanging open slightly as he processed what she'd said
"Oi! I'm actually offended that you'd think that Rubes, I'll have you know I am very romantic, I just don't look it."
"Go on then" she challenged, grinning with a glint in her eye "convince me, what's a proper date then?"
He froze, mid-chew, thinking of how he can try and sound suave while eating beans from a mug, knowing full well half the nation's ladies are watching him. However, before he could muster up his answer, a familiar bellowing laugh rang out from the log next to Ruby, Lisa Riley was watching this all with a grin.
"Let me guess" she interjected, her accent thick and warm, like that one fun aunt who slips you a tenner during a hug "a proper date for a lad like you, is a cheeky nandos? Medium spice, extra chips and the garlic bread don't forget!"
Morgan and Aitch let out a simultaneous offended scoff "Nah Nah, don't do us like that."
"It's all I hear about!" Lisa exclaimed "My daughter, Layla, she's always on at me about it, she says if one more man tries to take her on a Nando's date, she's going to move to a convent. She calls it 'NPC behaviour' whatever that means."
Aitch suddenly sat up straight and pointed at Lisa
"Lis.. not to be mean to your daughter, but if she doesn't rate nandos then there's summit wrong with her up there" and taps his forehead.
Lisa let out a shocked laugh
"Nah there's nothing wrong with my Layla's noggin, she's a bright one, she's a trainee solicitor, paid to be sharp yeah, spends her days terrorising people in suits up at the ITV office in Manchester. I'm sure she does rate nandos once in a while, just not every hinge date, gets a bit repetitive, you boys need to up your game."
Morgan shook his head in mock sadness, "Your Layla sounds dead cheeky, Lis, calling us lads NPCs? Thats cold, right Aitch, proper cold"
Aitch nodded solemnly "nah shes actual mad for that, NPC, I'm a main character I am, dunno about ginge here tho"
Morgan gasped in shock "Oi! I am not an NPC"
Aitch shook his head holding back a laugh
"nah, see that there mate, thats summit a NPC would be programmed to say... look at your haircut, that is the manchester hive mind trim"
"Slander, Lies, you can't comment on my trim mate, you've got no hair" Morgan shot back, which made Aitch gasp and stand to his feet
"nah, nah, that's cold Burtwistle, that's proper cold, I may have no hair, but I've still got more birds than you ever will." Aitch smirked before sitting back down and going back to chewing his beans, looking properly smug with himself for that line.
The camp laughed, while Morgan sat there frozen, letting out a little scoff and turning back to his beans muttering "whatever, least I can reach the top shelf at Tescos."
To this aitch lets out a shocked cackle and grins "y'know what Ginge, fair play."
The topic ebbed out, with Ruby returning to her story about what happened next at the airport. However, Morgan's thoughts remained, thinking about Lisa's words
'Do girls really not rate Nando's? Is that why I'm single?, because I take girls to Nando's...'
'Nah, nah that can't be the reason surely, if it's nandos, then all my mates should be single too, they always take their girls there, nah, the birds just don't rate gingers, yeah.. That's totally the reason behind my single streak, i'm sure my soulmate will love Nando's'
As he was thinking about it, he felt yet another midge crawl under his shirt, Morgan sighed, pulling down the collar of his shirt to flick it away, and to itch the bitemarks that already covered his chest.
As he scratched at his irritated skin, Morgan barely noticed that Lisa had gone quiet
Her gaze fixed on something… something just below his collar as if it was the most fascinating thing she'd seen all day.
"Oi, Ginge, is that a tattoo or a soulmark?" she asked curiously.
Morgan sighed, "it's a soulmark, do you actually think i'd willingly get a pink tulip and a football tatted on me?"
He was sick of this question, the lads always took the piss out of him for having a tulip as a soul-mark, being known as Fifi flower-tot all of high school really made the novelty wear off fast.
She lets out a small laugh "you never know, drunk tattoo's exist." Her eyes were still locked in on his collarbone. Morgan shifted uncomfortably from her gaze.
"Why you staring Lis?"
Lisa didn't answer, she was dead still, her mug of beans trembling in her hands, she knew that soulmark.
She'd seen it before, on a newborn's shoulder in a hospital room twenty-two years ago.
On a toddler tearing through the Emmerdale set.
On her daughter.
The exact same pale pink tulip with the football next to it, the same side of her collar and all.
A slow, terrifying grin spread across Lisa's face, as she looked up from his collar and towards his face.
"Actually, Ginge..." her voice carried a sing-song lilt as she smiled "I suspect your single era will be coming to an end soon. Don't you worry my dear."
Morgan froze, his spoon falling to the jungle floor with a clatter "Nah, Lisa, what the fuck, whats that supposed to mean?!?"
Lisa's grin widened, her eyes sparkling with something unknown to Morgan
"Oh you'll find out soon enough Ginge, patience is a virtue, just know you're a lucky lad."
Morgan stood up, his voice turning into an indignant whine "nahhhh you can't just drop summit like that and expect me to be normal Lis, tell me please, I swear is this a prank?, nah, you're taking the piss.. Aren't you?"
Lisa just shook her head, "I'm not saying any more than that, we are on national TV, it wouldn't be fair on the other person, the Media would be hunting her down the minute I give even the slightest detail. I've been in the industry long enough to know the media are a bunch of vultures."
Morgan stood there, his mouth opening and closing, trying to process what Lisa is trying to imply "w-what? Nah, what??? Nah, Lisa, you know my soulmate????"
She just nodded, suddenly serious, her previous grin gone
"Look, once we are both out of the jungle I'll tell you about her, until then that's all you get."
Morgan just nodded, but his stomach dropped like he'd swallowed a rock.
His life had just shifted, and it wasn't just his life, his soulmates as well.
Tumblr hates me and won’t let me post this I’m getting so MAD
The three of you had polished off three bottles of wine while doing your makeup. It would be rude not to when everyone showed up to the house with a bottle wouldn’t it?
Endless tiktoks, instagrams and snaps were taken from pres. Going from the sensible streamer girlfriends to feral drunk besties in real time.
Honestly the weeks leading up to tonight you were so excited. Living with five 20 something year old teen boys was exhausting, at least the girls semi-understood since they were also dating a bov boy.
At the club drinks were flowing, you lost track of the amount of strawberry daiquiris you’d inhaled. The three of you were sat having a chat over your drinks, all way too far gone to have a filter and everyone’s feet killing from the heels you’d all chosen to wear.
“Y’know when you’re proper not in the mood but they do that face that makes you give in instantly?” Heather starts, Ellie immediately nodding and clapping along in agreement.
“UGH! Yes! It’s so annoying” Ellie rolled her eyes. “Like I know we only see each other 3 days a week but I want to sleeeeeep keep it in your pants”
“I genuinely have no idea what you girls are talking about” you sipped on your cocktail, bemused by the shocked outrage on your friends faces.
“What do you mean? Surely he tries it on and you’ve not felt like it reader?” Heather pushes.
“Especially after nine years, come on girl you can’t fool us”
“No genuinely girls. My man is fucking stunning, I’d climb him whenever wherever. I’ve never not been in the mood”
The table goes silent, Heather slowly lowers her drink like she’s just witnessed a crime. Ellie blinks at you. Once. Twice.
“…You’re joking” she says flatly.
You shake your head, completely serious, sipping your daiquiri through the tiny straw.
“Nope”
Heather grabs your arm dramatically.
“Nine years. NINE YEARS and you’re telling me you’ve never once gone ‘babe please I’m tired’?”
“No,” you laugh. “I mean obviously life happens, we live in the bov house now. but I still want him. Every time. He just” you shrug helplessly, cheeks warm from alcohol and honesty. “He looks at me and I need a mop”
“That’s actually disgusting behaviour, I hope you know that” Ellie slaps the table pulling a horrified face at you.
“You’re the reason men have unrealistic expectations” Heather points accusingly causing you to gasp.
“Excuse me! I’m appreciating what’s mine thank you very much!”
Ellie does an over dramatic shudder, fingers clutching her straw.
“I cannot hear ‘appreciate what’s mine’ in that context knowing we’re talking about angry fucking ginge”
You burst out laughing so hard you nearly spill your drink.
“Don’t call him that!” you wheeze, pointing at Ellie, Heather is fully doubled over now.
“No because I know exactly who you mean and it’s worse when you say it like that”
“Angry fucking ginge who apparently just has you in a chokehold 24/7” Ellie is fanning herself dramatically.
“Not 24/7!” you protest, still laughing. “I have hobbies!”
“Do you?” Heather squints at you. “Or do you just stare at him across the kitchen island while he’s making toast wishing you didn’t have roommates so he could be banging you over it?”
That one sends Ellie into a fresh fit of laughter.
“I do NOT “ You press a hand to your chest, offended “okay maybe once or twice I’ve-”
“Once or twice?” Ellie repeats immediately.
“Don’t interrogate me in public” You point at her. “Anyway you literally shag in 67 bedsheets girl. I don’t have to take this slander”
That gets a fresh round of belly laughs from the three of you, you having to be quick not to let the joyous tears fall and smudge your makeup.
Heather is wiping under her eyes like she’s about to ruin her mascara and she doesn’t even care anymore.
“Six-seven bedsheets” she repeats, laughing. “Why is that so accurate though?”
Ellie leans back in her chair, pointing at you like she’s made a scientific discovery.
“No because she’s deflecting. She’s fully in love and attacking my brain-rotted jakey instead”
“I’m not attacking anything!” you say, but you’re smiling so hard it doesn’t land with any seriousness at all. “I’m simply observing that some of our boyfriends have better tastes than others”
“He’s just a bit special reader” she giggles out. “How come mikeys getting off freely anyways?”
You both turn to Heather with cheeky smiles, knowing that she can’t stop you from bulling her bald boyfriend now.
“Girls! Girls! Don’t bring my sweet Mikey into this!!”
“Nah nah I live with him Hev, the bloke has literally got air in between his ears and nothing else. How do you cope?”
“He’s actually proper smart sometimes you know!”
You and Ellie make eye contact. Big mistake as you both folded immediately, clutching your stomachs at the mere thought of Mikey having a brain.
Heather sits there for a second, dead serious, trying to defend her man like it’s a court case.
“He is” she insists, pointing between you and Ellie. “He is smart. He just…selectively uses it.”
Ellie wipes under her eye, still laughing.
“Selectively is crazy, Like it’s a Netflix subscription”
“Mikey’s brain works on a pay-as-you-go plan” You’re bent forward now, shoulders shaking, Heather gasps.
“Stop bullying him!”
“Then give us evidence” Ellie fires back instantly.
Heather opens her mouth… closes it… then tries again.
“He once…he once fixed the WiFi.”
Silence. You blink. Slowly.
“The bar is in hell.”
“You’re both horrible!”
You’re all laughing so hard now the table is basically vibrating, drinks sloshing dangerously close to the edges.
Nothing exists except mascara-streaked cheeks, aching jaws, and the kind of laughter that makes your chest hurt in the best way. Then Ellie nudges your arm, still grinning.
“Okay but seriously though. Ginge, Does he actually know you talk about him like this?”
You pause.
“…No”
“That’s self-preservation, that man would be far to smug” Heather immediately points.
You try to argue, but the thought of it catches you off guard for a second, your boyfriend’s face if he ever heard all of this. That smug little look he gets when he knows he’s got you figured out. You shake it off quickly.
“Nope. Absolutely not. We are never telling him”
Ellie immediately sticks her hand out, “Pinkie swear”. You slap your hand into hers without thinking, “Pink swear”.
Heather leans in too, eyes narrowed. “On Mikey’s WiFi-fixed life?”
“On Mikey’s WiFi-fixed life” you confirm solemnly.
That sends you all off again, laughing into your drinks like it’s the funniest oath ever made in human history.
Then your phone buzzes from your purse on the table. Instinctively you go to grab it, both girls making noises of disapproval as you do.
“No boys, reader”
“We don’t even know it’s him yet” you convince no one as you slide your phone from your bag.
The soft little smirk taking over your face told the girls instantly it was Morgan who messaged you.
From squishy❤️ : looked so good before you left, can’t wait to get that dress off you when you’re home x
From squishy❤️: send me a picture so I don’t forget what you look like, Sexy bitch x
“Go on then what’d he say?” Ellie asked leaning towards your phone, being in your tipsy state you weren’t quick enough to tilt the screen.
“Reader!! Nine years and he’s still messaging you like that? Fuckin hell” a tone of disbelief shone through her voice.
Heather is still laughing so hard she’s basically folded in half, mascara hanging on for dear life at this point - not gonna look good for the bybabes brand surely.
Ellie wipes her hand down her face like she’s physically resetting her brain.
“Right, I need something stronger than strawberry daiquiris, I’ve seen too much”
You take a long sip of yours, smug in the way only someone with a mildly deranged but loving boyfriend can be.
“You’re welcome for the free entertainment”
Then Heather over dramatically slams her hands down on the table.
“Girls we need shots!!” She squeals. Naturally you and Ellie agree it’s the best idea ever and off the three off you go in your too short dresses to the bar and order way too many tequila rosés to your table.
The tequila rosé hits the table like a warning nobody listens to, Ellie squints at it.
“That looks illegal”
“That looks like healing” Heather is already clapping.
You, unfortunately, are already halfway through your first one before anyone has even finished speaking.
“Okay” Ellie says slowly, watching you like a wildlife documentary “She’s feral again”
You point at her with your glass.
“I’ve been here the entire time, devellie!!”
Heather laughs.
“No you haven’t, You’ve been spiritually texting angry fucking ginge”
“Stop saying it like that!” you groan, but you’re smiling so hard it doesn’t land.
Ellie leans on the table, dramatically.
“Right, New rule. Every shot = one embarrassing boyfriend story”
You immediately shake your head.
“Absolutely not”
“I’ll start” Heather raises a finger “Once Mikey tried to be proper romantic and carry me to bed but he tripped on his clothes and he ended up falling - ON TOP OF ME - and twisting his ankle… so even later on we couldn’t shag or anything”
You both stare at her, there’s a beat of silence so pure it almost resets the club noise around you.
Then Ellie slowly says, “So… romantic injury prevented shagging?”
Heather nods solemnly, “Correct” then tilts her head back as she downs her shot.
You lose it instantly.
“No because that is the most Mikey-coded romance I’ve ever heard in my life” you gasp, nearly sliding off your chair laughing. Heather points at her drink like she’s still defending his honour.
“It was an accident!”
You wipe under your eye, trying to breathe. Ellie snorts.
“He fumbled you, literally.”
“He was trying his best!” Heather throws her hands up in defeat.
“His best is dangerous” you say, still laughing.
Ellie leans in again, wiping her mascara like she’s about to declare war.
“Right. My turn”
You groan immediately, Ellie grins.
“Morgan story.”
“Don’t you dare, he’s not even yours to embarrass!” You point at her.
Too late, Ellie sits up straighter like she’s about to deliver courtroom evidence.
“So. Your angry fucking ginge-”
You physically bury your face in your hands.
“I hate you”
Ellie continues regardless.
“- once forgot I was over, came into the room fully tried to get into her pants - like he’d UNDONE the button of her jeans before he clocked I was in the fucking ROOM!” She was fully wheezing before she’d got her whole sentence out.
You shoot upright so fast your chair screeches.
“HE DID NOT” Heather slams a hand on the table, screaming “NO HE DIDN’T OH MY GOD”
Ellie is doubled over, pointing at you like she’s reliving a historical event.
“He just walked in like hello girlfriend zero survival instincts, straight hands-on situation!”
You hide your face behind your drink.
“He thought we were alone!” you argue, mortified. “You were meant to have left!”
“I HAD gone downstairs for my charger!” Ellie cries, throwing her hands up for emphasis “I came back and your man was already halfway through unwrapping his dinner!” Ellie is fully red in the face now, gasping between laughs “man didn’t even say hello, just saw girlfriend and needed her pants off”
Heather is clutching your arm so hard her nails are digging in.
“No because I’m picturing him just LOCKING IN. Zero thoughts only sex”
You groan into your hands.
“I genuinely believed we were alone! Why would I check my own bedroom?!”
Ellie wipes tears from her eyes.
“Because WE WERE WATCHING A MOVIE TOGETHER, babe!”
You point accusingly.
“You LEFT THE ROOM”
“I went for a charger!” Ellie shoots back “I walked in and your boyfriend was already going for it!”
Heather wheezes.
“Exactly! No awareness! Just girlfriend detected - sex addict activated”
You sink lower in your seat.
“I cannot believe this is public knowledge”
“Oh no babe it’s worse” Ellie grins wickedly “The way he froze when he finally noticed me…”
Heather leans forward like she’s about to hear gossip from God himself, hands flat on the table no distractions around.
“What did he do?”
Ellie straightens reenacting it perfectly - shoulders stiff, eyes wide.
“He just stopped. Completely, like someone unplugged him”
You already know where this is going and want the floor to swallow you.
“No,” Ellie says firmly “That man chose dignity. Wrong choice, but it’s the choice he chose”
Heather is doubled over now.
“I bet he still tried to act normal after too”
Ellie slaps the table.
“He DID! Sat down like nothing happened while she was still fixing her jeans!”
“I wanted to DIE Ellie” You groan.
“And he was just there like anyway, been up to much?” Ellie adds, losing composure again.
Heather wipes under her eyes, still gasping for breathes between laughs. Ellie finally downs her tequila, shivering as she swallowed.
Heather watches you for a second, smile softening.
“Jokes aside… he really loves you, doesn’t he?”
You shrug, but your grin gives you away.
“Yeah” you admit quietly “Never had to question if he loved me or not, suppose he’s good at that”
Ellie hums, clinking her glass against yours.
“That’s how you know it’s the real thing. Jakey used to proper do my head in all through school and he still does my head in now. That’s how I know he’s the one I reckon”
Heather nods thoughtfully, swirling the last of her drink.
“Mikey’s an absolute idiot” she says fondly, smiling into her glass “but he’s my big idiot”
For a tiny moment the noise of the club fades behind you lights flashing, music thumping, strangers shouting and it hits you how rare this is. The three of you, messy makeup, sore feet, stupid stories and boys you somehow all ended up loving anyway. You squeeze their hands without thinking.
“God we’re soft” you mumble.
“Speak for yourself, I’m still judging your feral ginger” Ellie snorts immediately that breaks the spell instantly. Heather raises her shot glass again.
“Right, Enough emotional growth. Someone embarrass another man”
“Oooh okay my turn… when we first started dating Morgan was even worse than he is now at leaving hickeys” you confessed, full story teller mode. Too drunk to worry about repercussions “anyway age 15, my mum panicked when she saw my neck and the next day pulled Morgan to the kitchen and gave him a box of condoms”
The girls screeched at your confession, Ellie smacking her hands on the table and Heather gripping into you.
“No way your mum bought condoms for her 15 year old daughter’s boyfriend. I can’t buy it” Heather was wiping tears from her eyes as she spoke.
“Genuinely she did. It was mortifying, bare in mind this is this same kid who I had sleepovers with every weekend too”
“Oh god! Did Morgan die on the spot?” Ellie had leaned in now, full detective mode activated.
“Yes!! He was terrified my mum was going to ban him from seeing me” you chuckled. “But no she gave him a box of rubbers and ‘I’m too young to be a grandma Morgan, be more careful yeah’ HORRIFIC!!”
The girls only fell into more intense fits of laughter as you downed your shot.
After a few more hours, endless shots and even more embarrassing stories that should’ve been kept in the confinement of each individual relationship the three of you decided to book an uber home, or to the bov house where all your stupid men would be.
Outside the club the cold air hits the three of you like a brick, the infinite shots not warming you up as much once leaving the building. All three of you immediately gasp.
“Why is England like this?” Heather whines, clutching her tiny jacket that has never once provided warmth in its entire existence.
Ellie wobbles slightly on her heels, grabbing your arm.
“I cannot feel my feet, I think I left them inside”
“You didn’t have any feeling to begin with in those heels” you laugh, tugging your dress down as you all huddle closer together waiting for the Uber.
Your phone buzzes again, Ellie spots it instantly.
“No” she says firmly. “No boyfriend contact until we are safely transported”
You grin anyway, sneaking a glance.
From squishy❤️: you having fun?
From squishy❤️: bed is too big without you
Your chest does that annoying warm little squeeze you pretend not to notice, Heather peeks over your shoulder.
“OH he misses you, that’s sickening”
“He’s probably pacing around the house” Ellie adds knowingly “oh spike I know mummy is so nasty leaving her boys all alone isn’t she” she finishes in a mock deep voice, what you’re assuming is meant to be your boyfriend.
You shove her shoulder immediately, laughing.
“That is NOT what he sounds like!”
“It absolutely is” Ellie insists, still wobbling dramatically “He’s sat there right now, stroking Spike like a divorced dad waiting for visitation hours”
Heather gasps.
“STOP I can literally picture it. Lights off. TV on mute. Just sighing every five minutes into the abyss”
You roll your eyes but you’re smiling too much to deny it.
“He is not sighing”
Your phone buzzes again, Ellie and Heather both scream.
“HE’S DOUBLE TEXTING!”
You glance down despite yourself.
From squishy❤️: you really did look so pretty
From squishy❤️: remember to stay safe baby x
The teasing dies just a tiny bit, not fully but enough that Heather softens.
The uber ride home was a mixture of incorrect song lyrics belted far to confidently, the poor driver getting three girls life stories when he just wanted to do his job and so much laughter your ribs were aching.
When the uber finally pulled onto your street, headlights washing over the familiar BOV house.
All the lights were on, every single one. Ellie squinted through the window.
“…Why does it look like an intervention?”
“That’s not an intervention, that’s boys pretending they weren’t waiting up” Heather snorted.
You tried not to smile. The car stopped and the three of you spilled out onto the drive in a tangle of heels, handbags and drunken giggles, the cold air biting harder now the alcohol had started wearing off.
You barely made it halfway up the path before the front door swung open. Of course Morgan stood there like he’d been listening for the engine.
Grey joggers. Hoodie. Hair a mess like he’d been running his hands through it all night. Spike squeezed past his legs immediately, tail wagging so hard his entire body moved.
“There she is” Morgan said, voice warm and relieved in a way that settled something deep in your chest.
Ellie leaned heavily against Heather.
“Oh my god he was pacing”
Morgan ignored her completely, eyes only on you as you walked closer.
“You alright?” he asked softly, already reaching for you.
His hands landed automatically at your waist, steadying you before you even realised you’d wobbled.
“I’m fine” you laughed “Very hydrated”
Heather snorted behind you.
“She means tequila”
Morgan huffed a quiet laugh, thumb brushing absentmindedly along your hip like he needed to check you were actually there.
“You going to conk out the second you walk into our room aren’t you, trouble?”
“Depends, is there gonna be a tall sexy defender in bed with me?” You smiled up at him, not even attempting to fight the allegations.
Heather and Ellie made exaggerated gagging noises behind you, falling into eachother in a way they’d both vehemently deny tomorrow.
Morgan rolls his eyes at them but doesn’t let go of you, pulling you closer against his chest like the rest of the world is background noise.
“Alright, gremlins” he calls over your shoulder. “Did you return my girlfriend in one piece?”
“Debatable” Ellie replies instantly “She asked the taxi driver if he’d had a long shift and if he was tired”
“That’s normal British chitchat” Morgan instantly defends you, causing Heather and Ellie to let out another squeal of laughter.
“Oh yeah it is!” Heather agreed easily “except ‘trouble’ over there was asking so she could take over the drive home!”
“She said and I quote ‘you sure you’re energetic enough to drive, my squishy would’ve had is there by now. I can take over for a bit if you need?’ That poor man was unprepared!” Ellie exclaimed.
You could feel Morgan’s shoulders shake underneath you as he attempted to hold in his laughter.
“Okay… maybe not the way people generally go about it” Morgan choked out between laughs. “But you’ve got spirit babe, shall we go inside out the cold?”
Once inside Morgan guided you to the sofa, removing your heels once you were sat securely then going to get you a bottle of water.
By this point Jakey and Mikey had come to collect their own drunken women.
Jakey appears first, leaning in the doorway like he’s been waiting for this exact moment all night.
“There she is” he says, already walking toward Ellie with the patience of a man who has done this many times before “My little liability”
Ellie lights up instantly “JAKEY!” she cheers like he’s returned from war instead of being upstairs five minutes ago.
She launches herself at him. He barely reacts, just catches her automatically, hands settling at her waist.
“You drink water?” he asks.
“Yes”
“She absolutely did not” Morgan mutters from beside you, not following girl code clearly.
Ellie gasps in betrayal.
“Daiquiris don’t count” Jakey says calmly, steering her toward the kitchen.
Meanwhile Mikey crouches in front of Heather, inspecting her like a concerned mechanic.
“You alive?”
“I’m thriving” Heather narrows her eyes.
“You called me crying because the club toilet lady looked disappointed in you.”
“She judged me, I could feel it in the air” Heather says seriously.
Mikey nods like this is normal information, to be fair in this house it’s not far off.
“Right, Bed”
He helps her up, arm wrapped securely around her shoulders while she leans fully into him, already half asleep.
You watch them disappear upstairs, warmth spreading in your chest at how natural it all looks boys who pretend to be chaotic disasters suddenly soft and careful the second their girls need them.
On que Morgan returns with a glass of water, forcing you to finish it before letting you talk to him - or touch him.
“All done” you nodded in reply. “Good let’s get you to bed then”
“Dirty boy” you wink, far too overdramatised to be anything resembling sexy. Good thing Morgan was all ready in love with you as he just rolled his eyes and pulled you to your feet.
“Come on ya freak”
One the bedroom door closes behind you and the noise of the house dulls instantly.
You spin toward him before he can even speak, arms wrapping around his neck.
“There’s my boy” you sigh happily, pressing your face into his hoodie like you’ve finally reached home base.
His hands settle automatically at your back, grounding you when you sway slightly.
“Hi baby” he says quietly.
You tilt your head up, studying him like you haven’t seen him in years instead of hours.
“You missed me” it was a statement, not a question. He exhales a small laugh.
“Yeah” he admits regardless “Bit boring without you”
Your grin widens.
“Ellie said you were pacing.”
“I was not pacing”
“You absolutely were”
“…I refreshed your feeds a couple times”
“ROMANTIC” You gasp.
“Super normal behaviour” he mutters, fingers already deftly undoing the zipper of your dress. Pulling his hands away from your back he lifts a hand to your face brushing a thumb under your eye where mascara has started to smudge.
“You tired?”
You shake your head immediately.
“No. I’m obsessed with you”
Morgan freezes for half a second, caught between amusement and that soft affection he never quite hides well.
“That’s the tequila talking”
You grab his hoodie strings, tugging him closer.
“Nope. Been like this since 2017, think it’s terminal”
That earns a quiet laugh, the kind he only does when it’s just the two of you.
“Alright” he murmurs despite the blush coating his cheeks “Let’s get you comfy before you start declaring love to the furniture”
His big hands cup your face as he gently uses a wipe to remove the bulk of your makeup. Not the best, not your usual standard but you’d feel much better in the morning so Morgan is taking his little victories.
“Morgan”
“Hm?”
“You’re really pretty.”
He sighs, smiling despite himself.
“Thank you”
“Like… offensively pretty”
Morgan laughs properly now, shaking his head as he attempts to swap your dress for a set of your pyjamas.
“Not them ones” you whine, crossing your arms across your bare chest.
“What do you mean love, it’s your pyjamas?”
“Want your top tonight squish” you pout. The pout only increases when he goes to get a top from his drawer.
“What?” He laughs at you, fully just wanting to sleep at this point.
“I want the one you’ve got on!” You exclaim like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Smells like you, need that one for bed”
He scoffs before removing his shirt and helping you get it over your head. You immediately crawl into bed once it’s on, arms reaching for him before he’s even settled.
“Stay”
“I’m staying”
He slides in beside you and you attach yourself instantly leg hooked over his, face tucked under his chin, fingers grabbing into his bare chest like you’re making sure he can’t disappear.
Downstairs you hear Mikey laughing loudly followed by Heather telling him to shut up. A door closes. Someone drops something. The house settles into its usual late-night chaos.
You mumble sleepily, already drifting.
“Love you.”
His reply comes instantly, like breathing.
“Love you too.”
Within minutes your breathing evens out, completely gone.
Morgan stays awake a little longer, thumb tracing lazy circles on your shoulder, listening to the quiet sounds of the house and the steady rhythm of you sleeping against him.
Spike eventually jumps onto the bed with a satisfied huff, curling at your feet like security detail.
Your fingers twitch against his chest even in sleep, automatically tightening like you’re checking he’s still there. He stills instantly, hand smoothing over your hair.
He leans back into the pillows, finally relaxing now that you’re here, warm and heavy against him. The house noises fade into background comfort laughter, footsteps, doors closing life continuing around you.
A few minutes pass, then you mumble.
“…Morgan”
“Yeah, baby?” He looks down immediately.
Your eyes never open.
“…did I embarrass myself tonight?”
The question is soft. Sleepy. Vulnerable in that honest drunk-afterglow way. Morgan huffs a quiet laugh, brushing his thumb over your cheek.
“Course not”
A pause.
“…Ellie called you angry fucking ginger again” you whisper, deeply offended on his behalf even unconscious.
He snorts.
“Sounds about right that”
You hum, satisfied with his response, already drifting again. Another beat passes before you add,
“…told everyone you’re fit”
His eyebrows lift.
“Oh yeah?”
“Mhm… said I’d climb you like a tree…”
Morgan presses his lips together, trying not to laugh loud enough to wake you.
“Very respectful trouble, cheers”
You nod weakly against his chest.
“…also told the Uber driver you miss me when I go to Tesco”
He actually laughs this time, shoulders shaking.
“Did you now?”
“…he understood”
“Aye, I bet he did”
Your breathing evens again, conversation forgotten mid-thought.
Summary: Based on the aftermath of the dodgeball stream.
I’ve spent 2 days on this I give up on it so enjoy 😘
Morgan was driving back to the house after the dodgeball IRL, Tays, Jakey, Beano and cameraman Chazza crammed into the car with him.
Music blasted through the speakers from his Spotify playlist while Jakey tried to send everyone’s Domino’s order to Ellie before she called for the fifth time.
She was terrifying when she was hangry.
Morgan just wanted to get home and see you. You’d spent the day with Ellie, and Katie once her train got in from Essex. He hadn’t seen you once.
“Why don’t we get a chinese instead Jakey?” Morgan asked glancing over his shoulder.
“I do want a chinese ya know. But Ellie’s paying”
“Nah fuck it off we’ll just get a chinese, if you order it now it’ll be there when we get home”
Before Jakey could reply, CarPlay lit up.
Incoming call from future Mrs Burtwistle ❤️
The boys immediately burst into giggles, Morgan quickly told them to shut the fuck up before answering you.
“Alright love? You’re live on stream by the way”
The three boys hadn’t stopped arguing over each other in the back.
“I know, I’m watching dickhead” you both barked out a laugh at that. “Sooooooo… you gonna get chinese then?”
“You want one like?” His elbow pulled down with a smug smirk.
“Thinking about it now, shall I order our usual?”
“Yeah can do, just use my card yeah?” He replied.
“Obviously. Why would I use my own money when I’m dating a millionaire?”
“I knew you were lying, bro!” Tays shouted.
Morgan narrowed his eyes at the camera, dragging his hand across his neck to signal Chazza to cut it.
Quickly he shushed you, your cheeky giggles coming through the car harder.
“Look well fit tonight by the way, you can wrap your hand around my neck when you get home if you want” And then quickly hung up on him as he started blushing on stream.
Morgan sat frozen for a solid three seconds, buffering in 4K while the car erupted into laughter. His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again - absolutely nothing loading behind his eyes.
“Beano do you want to come sleep in my room tonight because clearly everyone else in the house is cracking” Tays turned toward Beano, humour seeping through his tone.
“Aye. We’ll have to sleep downstairs. I’ll have Jakey and Ellies bed creaking next door to me, him clearly choking out his Mrs across the hall and that hippo banging above me. I’m never gonna be able to sleep” He dropped head onto Tays’ shoulder fake crying for the content.
“Erm, watch your mouth mate” Morgan snapped back to him. “Sooo, this songs shit… Jakey want to pick a song?”
After a song competition where the chat decided Beano had the best music taste the boys arrived home.
Heading straight to the kitchen, making a joke about the women being pointless cause it was still a mess.
“Bottled it there Ginge mate” Tays bated him as they leaned against the kitchen counter.
“What you on about mate” Morgan’s face screwed up in his direction.
“With katie, thought yous had serious beef?” Tays chuckled, one arm clutching his belly.
“I’ll help you out mate” He patted your boyfriend’s arm before shouting Katie to come into the kitchen.
Upon hearing her footsteps Morgan went to hide under the bench out of sight of the cockney girl.
Charlie made his way in with Katie, Ellie and yourself. Wondering why Tays was calling for his girlfriend.
“Hiya Katie, just Morgan wanted to introduce himself. He’s just down there”
Tays gestured towards your boyfriend’s hiding space, who once realised he was betrayed jumped to his feet and introduced himself and hugged her in greeting before glaring at his friend once his back was to Katie.
On the other side of the kitchen Ellie and Jakey were chasing each other over something, you had no idea, the three other boys were mumbling incoherently to each other and you and katie just stood awkwardly in the centre of it all like spare parts.
“Oh it’s Tobi!” Morgan exclaimed, bringing his phone up to his ear and manoeuvering his way between the collection of bodies out of the kitchen. “Hey Tobi mate, yeah I can play clubs with you, yeah I can play no worries mate”
“Is that Tobi? Hi Tobi it’s me Jakey, I can play clubs with you Tobi!” Jakey ran after Morgan up to his streaming room. Completely ignoring Ellie’s shouts of ‘You’re fucking not Jake!’
“You hopping on clubs yeah jakey? Come on in”
Morgan rolled his eyes dropping his phone on the floor as he went to put it on his shelf.
“Oh no! Tobi!” Jake exclaimed bending to pick up the phone. “Tobi! You still there Tobi!”
“Tobi’s not on the phone!”
“Then why did you come upstairs saying you were playing clubs with Tobi? Is he not playing clubs then?”
“No, Tobi probably will play clubs later on” Morgan replied, laughing at Jakey’s stupidity.
“Right okay then, when you playing clubs Tobi” Jakey was shouting into Morgan’s phone before it got snatched from his hand.
“TOBI’S NOT ON THE PHONE”
“Why did you come up pretending to be on the phone to Tobi then? Wha- what, why, what did you. I don’t get it” Jakey stuttered out forcing a bark of laughter from Morgan.
“Because it was awkward down there, with katie. Tays made me introduce myself in a really awkward way. Tobi’s not on the phone” Morgan grumbled out.
“Yeah well I’ve got to go spend time with my girlfriend”
Jakey made a choking gesture with his hands sticking his tongue out causing Morgan to let out a bark of laughter.
“Why don’t you just hop on clubs for a bit?” Morgan pointed his thumb behind him to Jakey’s room.
“I want to, I want to sit on with you guys but -“
Chazza and Tays made their way into the room interrupting the conversation.
“NO GINGE I WONT PLAY CLUBS WITH YOU” Jakey shouted out the open door.
Morgan quickly picked up his phone, putting it back to his ear. “Yeah no worries Tobi I’ll hop on now yeah” and put his phone back down.
“Was just Tobi on the phone there” he smiled gesturing to his phone.
“IM SPENDING TIME WITH MY GIRLFRIEND FOR A CHANGE I SPEND ENOUGH TIME WITH YOU LADS” Jakey finished, his and Morgan’s sentences jumbling over each other.
Chazza made his way up to the streaming camera.
“Are they being disrespectful chat?”
Ellie could be heard shouting back at Jakey up the stairs. ‘For a fucking change’.
“YEAH THATS RIGHT - I SPEND TOO MUCH TIME WITH YOU GUYS AND NOT ENOUGH TIME WITH HER”
“- But you’ve said she’s being bitch” Tays shouted.
By the time they’d finished speaking you and Ellie had appeared in the doorway.
“Ellie these lot are trying to get me to go on clubs but I just want to spend time with you” Jake spoke towards his girlfriend.
“The come spend time with me then!”
Everyone except the couple erupted in giggles and there ‘argument’
“You want to know what he actually did Ellie?” Morgan asked between laughs. “Oh no I’ve got to spend time with my girlfriend blahhhh” he repeated Jakey’s choking gesture.
“Now does that sound like something I’d say Ellie?” Jake attempted to defend himself.
“Yeah it does actually”
“No no come on now, kettles getting cold” Jake wrapped his arms around her shoulders trying to drag her from the room.
Using their attempted escape to your advantage you moved up to Morgan, his arm sliding around your waist instinctively.
“Jakey! Are you telling her to get back to the kitchen!” You exclaimed towards your friend.
“That’s disgusting that Jakey” your boyfriend backed you up.
“But Ellie while you’re there will you do us a brew?” Tays called out to her, causing more laughter from the group.
The group moved into the hallway, the feminist joke continuing - now involving a hoover thanks to your boyfriend. Then the dominos arrived - leaving just you and Morgan upstairs.
Dropping himself down in his gaming chair he gestured you to come closer until you were standing between his legs. His hands gripping your hips like muscle memory.
“So, what was that on the phone then darlin’” He smirked up at you.
“What was what?”
“Believe your exact words were ‘wrap your hand around my neck when you’re home’. Anything to say about that?” The smug expression on his face grew as red started appearing on your chest up your neck and face.
Your face burned hotter the longer he stared at you.
Morgan didn’t rush you. Didn’t look away either.
Just sat there in his chair, hands warm and firm on your hips, thumbs slowly brushing back and forth like he already knew he had you cornered.
“I was being nice.” You tried to play it off.
“Nice?” His eyebrow lifted instantly.
“Mhm.”
He leaned back slightly, dragging you closer so you had no choice but to step between his knees properly. The smirk on his face was dangerous - the exact one he got when chat started winding him up and he decided to commit to the bit.
“Right because choking is friendly behaviour, yeah?”
“Maybe” you shrugged, avoiding eye contact with him. A soft laugh escaped him as he tugged you even closer to him, grip on your hips tightening.
“Missed you today” he mumbled leaning up to finally give you a kiss.
You melted into him instantly, knees falling to each side of his thighs as you settled on his lap.
The chair rolled slightly as the weight shifted, one of Morgan’s hands cradling your back to keep you steady while the other stayed firmly on your hip.
He tried to pull away but your hands slipped into his hair pulling him back into you as he laughed low from his chest.
Naturally, living with four other people, as soon as things started getting abit more heated between the two of you Beano made an appearance. Camera man Chaz following behind him to get Morgan to switch to desktop so he can go home for the day.
“You alright Beano?” Morgan asked over your shoulder putting a bit of space between you now you were in company.
“Nah I’m not actually king”
“Aw really what’s up mate?”
“Ellie and katie are staying the night I’m fuming” He went to pick up the nerf gun from Morgan’s shelf. “Where’s the real one?”
Your head fell to Morgan’s head as your chuckle escaped.
“I know what you mean mate. I’m fuming too… And it’s in the garage I think but it’s not worth it Beano not worth it”
There was a brief silence as you stood up, stealing some of Beano’s chicken since your separate takeaway hadn’t arrived yet.
“Proper awkward” Morgan was shaking his head as he spoke. “Like walking into a club and seeing everyone you’ve ever slept with”
Your mouth dropped open in shock as Beano and Chazza fell into deep belly laughter.
“Aye one of them ones where the lights turn on after and you’re like ‘what the fuck have I just done’” Beano replied through his chuckles.
“Innit mate. So different when you see them with the light on isn’t it?” He covered his mouth with his hand.
“Oh you know what that like do you Morgan?”
Hands on your hips as you turned to him. His eyes were glued to his monitor refusing to meet yours.
Beano was doubled over behind you both. Morgan still silent, waiting for the world to swallow him up.
“Morgan?” You repeated.
“No - no of course not babe. How would I know what that’s like. Just a joke, for - for - for the stream” he stuttered, hands held in front of him in surrender.
“Want to be joking as well knobhead” You didn’t change your stance as he slowly looked towards you. Grin overtaking his face as he took in your expression.
“Are you seriously jealous right now?” He snickered.
“I’m not jealous. I just don’t appreciate you talking about my friends like that” Your lips formed a small pout, giving you away instantly.
Morgan absolutely lost it. Tears glossing in his eyes at the force of his laughter.
“That’s cute that, literally have only slept with you and you’re still this jealous from a joke”.
“Shut up Morgan”
Once again he pulled you in between his legs. “Obsessed with me aren’t ya?”
You didn’t get a chance to reply as he quickly pecked your lips again, going back to his conversation with Beano.
Rolling your eyes you left to go collect your chinese food, not knowing leaving them to their own devices meant signing up the other girls for verbal abuse getting shouted through the house.
You were sat on the sofa chatting with Ellie and Jakey when gold digger started blasting down the stairs along with your boyfriend and Beano’s voices singing the lyrics.
“Katie this one’s about you, ya slapper”
You choked on your drink making eye contact with Ellie before you both started giggling.
“It’s getting harder and harder to defend him everyday you know” you admitted.
“I’m not surprised, I’m surprised any of them actually manage to hold a relationship” Ellie replied jokingly.
Then the song Beano wrote about Ellie floated through the house.
Jakey come back, I just want to craaaack. Ellie’s a bop, uses teeth during slooops.
“I’m gunna have to go shout at them aren’t I?” You groaned, leaning back into the sofa.
“Me and katie would appreciate it reader” She laughed.
Reluctantly you dragged yourself upstairs as the final notes to devellie was sang.
“You’re being mean to the girls you two” you pointed at the men in front of you, Tays hiding his face in his hands as you came in.
“It’s just not on reader, if they were nice decent people I wouldn’t mind but I can’t have them bring girlfriends for sleepovers in my house” Beano complained.
“Clock it sister! Clock it” Morgan and Tays started tapping their pointer finger and thumb together.
“Erm, you do realise I’m a girlfriend having a sleepover right?”
That stopped their laughter, Morgan pulling a face at your suggestion.
“Erm no. You live with me it’s different” your boyfriend protested.
“It’s really not different Morgan” you were chuckling at his perplexed face.
“She has a point to be fair tho” Tays pipped up, always the shit stirrer.
“You can shut up as well” Morgan’s head snapped to his friend the second the words escaped his mouth.
You rolled your eyes at them. Completely fed up with them even with the day you’d had apart.
“Just chill out on baiting the girls yeah? It’s just jarring”
“We will darlin’ promise” he smiled at you. “Anyways lads - hopping on clubs?”
After a quick debate the boys left for their own rooms to play. You went to leave as well letting Morgan continue with his stream.
“- erm where you going?” He gripped the sleeve of your his hoodie.
“Letting you play with the boys, I’ll just chill with Jake and Ellie or something be a little third wheel”
“Why you going to third wheel when your boyfriend is literally sat right here” He scoffed.
“Because unlike our good friend Jakey you are prioritising clubs over spending time with your ‘future wife’” you joked with him.
“You can stay though - be my good luck charm yeah?”
He was giving you that soft puppy dog look. The face that was solely for you and not for an audience. Also the face you claimed was unfair because it made you melt internally.
“Fine I’ll stay… if you promise not to get aggy when you inevitably lose”
With a roll of his eyes you were pulled into his lap, one of his arms wrapped around your back the other resting on your legs that were thrown sideways across his lap. Controller in hand as he joined the discord call.
It took less than ten minutes for you to regret your decision, Morgan shouting at his team mates over your shoulder.
“You promised you wouldn’t get aggy when you lost”
“I’m not getting aggy” he grumbled as he leaned closer towards the monitor, inevitably taking you with him.
“PASS IT!” he barked into his headset.
A beat.
“WHY WOULD YOU SHOOT FROM THERE YOU MELT?”
You pressed your lips together, trying not to laugh as his knee bounced under you. The Discord voices overlapped — Tobi laughing somewhere, someone accusing someone else of selling, pure chaos.
You tipped your head against his shoulder.
“You’re shouting.”
“I’m communicating.”
You hummed thoughtfully, reaching up and absent-mindedly playing with the hair at the back of his neck. His shoulders instantly dropped half an inch.
He briefly glanced sideways at you, trying and failing to hide the small smile tugging at his mouth.
“See?” you whispered. “Better already.”
“Don’t get cocky,” he muttered, but he shifted you higher on his lap anyway, arm settling more comfortably around you like you belonged there.
Another goal went in, Against them.
Morgan dropped his head forward dramatically, forehead landing against your shoulder. Controller banging against his desk as he groaned into your hoodie.
You laughed, wrapping an arm around the back of his head. “Not getting aggy though, yeah?”
“I’m calm,” he insisted, voice muffled. “This is a calm man.”
“Ginge’s missus watching him get cooked live,” Tobi teased.
Morgan sat upright instantly. “We’re not getting cooked. Relax yourselves.”
You leaned closer to his mic. “You absolutely are.”
The call erupted.
Morgan turned his head slowly toward you, eyes narrowed in fake betrayal. “You’re meant to be on my side.”
“I am,” you grinned. “Emotionally. Not competitively.”
He shook his head, laughing under his breath before pressing a quick kiss to your temple then refocused on the game.
For a few minutes things actually improved. A goal back. Then another.
Morgan straightened proudly. “See? Just needed a few tactical adjustments.”
You clapped softly. “All me.”
“All you,” he agreed immediately. Eyes briefly meeting yours.
The room settled into that comfortable late-night rhythm — controller clicks, soft Discord chatter, your legs tucked across his while he played.
Every now and then his thumb traced lazy circles against your thigh without him even realising he was doing it.
You settled deeper into his chest as the next match loaded, his chin briefly resting on the top of your head.
And despite the shouting, the chaos, the lads arguing through his headset you managed to fall asleep curled into him.
Summary: Morgan rates your holiday outfits for your tiktok page.
CW: suggestive themes - no actual smut.
The video opened to you standing in your shared bedroom. Ring light casting a subtle glow across your face, Morgan sat on the bed to the side of you.
“Hello guys! We’re going on holiday next week - naturally I had to buy a whole new wardrobe so today I’m having my boyfriend, Morgan, rate them!”
The video cut to you wearing a pastel pink crop top and high waisted tennis skirt from lululemon. A summer staple for you - especially with Morgan forcing you to go to the gym with him even on holiday - fully locked into his fitness journey lately.
Obviously he was eyeing up your legs, chewing his lip slightly as you twirled for the camera.
“Outfit one - what do you think Morgan?”
Snapped out of his thoughts he looked up at you - “I’d like it better off” he winked causing you to roll your eyes fondly at him.
“I like it, you’re fit. It’s a nice colour… I’m not really sure what you want me to do here babe”
You laughed and the video cut again.
The next outfit was a pale lemon halter neck mini dress from white fox boutique.
You gave a little twirl for the video before looking to Morgan expectantly. Steamy blue eyes scanned you up and down before gluing themselves to your tits.
He was making your face heat up with the intensity of his gaze, you tilted your head downwards, suddenly feeling shy.
“Fuckin’ gorgeous reader.” His thumb reaches out and brushes the fat of your thigh where the dress ends. “Is this for going out… or for torturing me specifically?”
You stepped in between his legs letting your arms drop to his shoulders as he openly admired you. Shy smile gracing your face.
“You’re biased”. Just before the next cut they shared a soft, loving kiss.
You stepped into frame in outfit three - if it could even be called an outfit. It was a deep red bikini, obviously red - you wanted your boyfriend’s attention and red always got you that. The top was plunging and the bottoms were laced up at the side.
You didn’t even get to pose for your videos before you were turned to face Morgan - now towering over you.
Fingers digging into your hips possessively, Hungry eyes catching hers, tongue running across his bottom lip.
“You know exactly what you were doing coming out in that, didn’t ya?”
You knew the look he was giving you.
The blush you were sporting made its way from your cheeks down to your chest. Butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you felt your bikini bottoms dampening from his gaze alone.
As if he’d only just remembered you were filming Morgan turned you slightly toward him.Stepping between you and the phone.
Tilting your chin away from the lens before sticking his middle finger up to the viewers and ending the recording - throwing your phone to the side.
The last thing the viewers got was your disbelieving giggles in the background of Morgan’s sassy take over.
Before you had a chance to tell him off for throwing your phone he had you in his big arms tossing you onto the bed, eyes softening as he took you in.
“You’re fuckin’ unbelievable reader” He let out breathlessly before his lips claimed yours - spending the rest of the afternoon showing you just how much he loved your new holiday wardrobe.
hii, could you do a fic where ginge’s mrs stays over at the bov house for the night and its so chaotic, she ends up cleaning the whole gaff
Hopefully I’ve done this justice for you lovely!! 🎀
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Chaos co-ordinator
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Chaos reined, as it usually did where the bov boys attended, in the bov house. Currently Ryan and Mikey were running wild having a nerf gun fight - camera men chasing behind them for the stream. The other three boys were in Jakey’s room, also on stream, in gossip mode legs clossed over and impossible to distract.
That left you - originally you’d left Jakey’s room to get a cup of tea but upon seeing the sorry state the boys had left their kitchen in made you spring into action. Before your absence was noticed you had loaded the dishwasher, cleared and disinfected the counter tops and had a large pile of foam bullets in a neat pile on the side.
Bin bag gathered in hand you turned to exit the kitchen bumping into your 6’3 copper headed boyfriend in the doorway.
“Errrr what the fuck are you doing love?” Morgan asked you, face screwed up in confusion.
“Tidying up, by the looks of it nobody else in this house knows how to - if I didn’t step in you’d end up with rats boys” you laughed out. The three boys gathered in the kitchen doorway had the grace to look sheepish.
Jakey and Charlie offered you their thanks, pushing past Morgan into the kitchen at last.
“Love, you really didn’t need to do that - especially since neither of us technically even live here yet” Morgan thanked you, hands falling to your waist pulling you into him. “Give me that” he said as he grabbed the black back from your hand throwing it towards Jakey - “Be useful and get rid of that dakey javies”.
Grumbling as he went Jakey did go take the rubbish away, letting you relax into Morgan’s hold feeling his lips press softly against your head.
Naturally with it being the bov house your sweet moment was ruined with Mikey repeatedly shooting Ginge in the back with his nerf bullets causing your overgrown man child to chase him up the stairs - not before grabbing another of the plastic guns that was left on the entryway table.
“Remind me how old you all are again Chaz?” You asked walking towards the kettle, finally starting to prepare your brew.
“It’s not our fault they gave us adult money reader”
Letting out a laugh you rolled your eyes at him. “I’m going to hide in Morgan’s room with the biscuits.. don’t tell beano I’ve stole his chocolate digestives chaz”.
You made your way to Morgan’s streaming room, since his roof has a inconvenient water feature and you don’t fancy sitting on the sodden mattress, you made yourself comfortable in his new gaming chair listening to the boys running around the house entertaining the people watching on stream.
Apparently Charlie couldn’t keep a secret as not even half way through your brew Ryan comes barging into the room. “What’s this I hear about you stealing all my post stream gossip & a brew biccies reader?” He exclaims, Cal close behind getting the pair of you in shot with the IRL camera.
“Consider it repayment for letting you live in our gaff for the past 8 months and now cleaning up after you in this one too” you sassed back at him, dipping one of his biscuits into your tea.
Ryan let out a sharp laugh as he walked further into the room snatching a biscuit from the packet you’d left open on Morgan’s desk. “Why you hiding away in here for anyways?”
“Can’t a girl just eat a packet of digestives without threat of being shot without all this questioning ey Beano?” You joked with him, lowering your feet from the spare seat, silently offering it to your new companion.
About an hour later Morgan found the two of you still sat like that, digestives long gone and stream forgotten, laughing away together about something neither of you knew at this point.
“Oi love, it’s getting late you ready to head back home?” He asked you gently, a soft smile on his face. Straightening from your hunched laughing position you beamed towards your man nodding before standing up to go.
Stopped at a red light Morgan turned to look at you, “You really didn’t have to clean up after the boys today love” - his left hand stroking your thigh across the centre console - “Too good to them, and me”.
“I honestly didn’t mind bubs, kept me from hearing about sue and her towel curtains again” Bringing his hand up to your face you placed a kiss on his hand “Now all the boys owe me, exceeept maybe beano I did eat all his biscuits” you laughed. The remainder of the journey home in a comforting silence. The soft hum of Morgan’s playlist and the gentle rhythm of his thumb against your thigh relaxing you greatly.
You ended the night in your favourite way - curled up in Morgan’s large arms his hand running through your hair simultaneously keeping your head locked into the slot where his neck meets his shoulder. Morgan sporadically leaving soft pecks in your hairline. “Goodnight my love, thank you again - for all you do for us. Balancing our chaos”. However you’d already began letting out soft snores into his skin, utterly exhausted from a day of parenting a group of grown men.
Summary: First introductions Morgan’s family and friends have to his baby girl.
Lowkey started writing fics for my Tilly arc so locking in on these fics is bringing me so much joy! This is a long one grab a drink and a snack x
Two days later you were released. Morgan fussed over you, helping you into stretchy leggings one of his hoodies and of course a post-partum nappy. First matching fit with your girl, both sporting extra padding and being frustrated with it.
Matilda wore a much cuter outfit. A soft oatmeal baby grow with little bows scattered around it, a little white hat protecting her head from the nippy wind waiting for you outside.
She looked lost in her car seat, like you’d been entrusted with something sacred. Her hands balled into little fists held to her pouty lips.
Every time you looked at her you welled up, her mere presence alone solving every issue in your life.
“Let’s get my girls home then” Morgan clapped his hands together, instantly regretting it as the loud noise caused Tilly to stir.
“It’s okay princess, daddy is loud. You’ll have to get used to him I’m afraid” you cooed, fingers tracing the slope of her nose.
You thought Morgan was fit before he got you pregnant? Watching him carrying that car seat like it was effortless was a whole different level.
How soon is too soon for baby number 2?
After he insured Tilly was secured in the back, he helped you into the back seat before settling into his own.
The Merc had never moved so slowly in its life. Morgan was almost hesitant to drive, scared any sudden movement would damage his precious cargo. Morgan from last week would hate dad driver Morgan.
You were mesmerised in the back seat, barely noticing the streets passing outside. Matilda’s tiny hand curled around your finger, impossibly strong for something so new. Little squeaks escaped her as she held on, as if making sure you were still there.
Cold air nipped at your skin as you left the car, you wrapped your arms around yourself - not before double checking Tilly was snug underneath her blanket.
Stepping through the threshold nothing had changed in the two days you’d been gone. But everything had changed, you left this house as a woman and you’ve returned a mummy.
Morgan’s collection of football boots still overtook the shoe rack, Tv remote still haphazardly on the sofa - even your forgotten mug of tea abandoned on the table. A snapshot of your old life.
Hesitantly Morgan placed the car seat on the floor in front of the sofa, making sure you’d sat comfortably before handing her over to you.
“Still doesn’t feel real does it” Your nose nuzzled into her soft curls, breathing in her scent.
“Not at all, can you believe we’ve been trusted with a whole life?” He chuckled, lowering himself beside you.
“They’re proper idiots” You both chuckled softly, soaking up the love in the room.
You shifted slightly against the cushions, instantly wincing as your body reminded you that forty-eight hours ago you’d pushed a whole ass human into the world.
Morgan clocked it immediately.
“Oi,” he murmured, already halfway to standing. “What do you need?”
“Nothing,” you lied automatically.
He raised an eyebrow. “You just fought a small war, babe. You’re not moving from that spot”
Before you could argue he disappeared into the kitchen, returning moments later juggling a your Stanley cup, your favourite snacks, your phone charger, and the fluffiest blanket in the house.
You laughed weakly as he started tucking the blanket around your legs.
“Comfy?”
Matilda stirred between you, tiny mouth stretching open in a silent yawn that made both of you freeze. Her eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks. One hand escaped the blanket, fingers flexing slowly until they brushed your hoodie.
Morgan’s hand found yours automatically, squeezing tight. Blue eyes wide in awe.
“She’s ours,” he whispered, almost like he still couldn’t believe it.
Emotion rose so suddenly it stole the breath from your lungs. Your eyes burned before you even realised you were crying, not loud sobs, just quiet tears slipping down your cheeks.
Morgan panicked instantly.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Are you hurting? Do we need to call someone?”
“I just… I love you both so much it actually hurts.” You laughed through it, shaking your head.
His expression softened in a way you’d never seen before. Softer than boyfriend, softer than life partner. Father.
He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering there.
“You did that,” he murmured. “You made her.”
Your throat tightened.
“We made her… look at her face, she’s definitely all you”
Matilda let out a small protesting squeak, face scrunching as reality interrupted the moment. Forget ever having a sweet moment with your boyfriend again.
“Oi, what’s up with you little one” Morgan cooed to your newborn, one of his fingers petting her squishy cheeks.
“I think she’s hungry”
You shifted her weight against you, putting her in the correct position to feed from you.
Morgan watched in amazement, the whole world shrinking around the three of you. Just this transcendent moment, her weight against your chest and soft suckles coming from her mouth.
Outside street lights began coming on as night approached, telly a low hum in the background.
Once she’d had her fill, been burped and changed exhaustion started seeping in. Morgan insisted you stayed put as he triple checked he’d locked the door, prepared the nappy bag to take to bed and gotten you a fresh bottle of water for overnight.
Making your way up to your room was relatively stress free. Both of you anxious about dropping her on the was up the stairs but no crisis occurred.
“It doesn’t seem fair that she’s got to sleep all alone in that basket when she’s been nicely tucked between us for nine months” Morgan claimed as you moved her heartbeat Teddy from the Moses basket, a placeholder that you didn’t need anymore.
“Feels proper mean doesn’t it” Your default lip pout made an appearance. A default Morgan couldn’t help but see in his daughter as well.
Eventually, reluctantly, hesitantly you placed her in her bed, tucking her in loosely.
The pair of you just sat at the edge of your bed, peering in at her. Making sure she was still breathing. Making sure she was definitely real. Falling in love in ways you didn’t know existed.
“We probably look like right weirdos” Your boyfriend mumbled, however his stance didn’t falter.
“Yeah probably” you agreed
After a few Morgan’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you tightly into him. Your eyes felt heavy as you let the comfort and familiarity wash over you.
Eventually the heaviness behind your eyes became too much and the two of you got into bed, properly. Matilda sleeping peacefully in her basket beside you.
House filled with love, safety and warmth.
Quickly a new normal settled into your home. You’d wake through the night, an argument Morgan was forced to back down from, letting Morgan rest. It wasn’t like he could do anything, Tilly couldn’t latch onto him for her milk.
Morgan did the mornings, letting you feed her and soak up the morning snuggles. He’d change her, play with her - well as much as you could play with a newborn anyways.
Michelle and Julie had pre-warned him about how wild hormones were after birth. The horrors of post-partum mental decline, self neglect. He didn’t want you to feel any of that, he was doing everything in his power to ease the burden.
He helped you keep up with your skin care and hair routine - being a mum didn’t mean you weren’t a person anymore.
Tilly was his biggest blessing, yours too. He didn’t want her to change the core of person he fell in love with.
Michelle had met Matilda in the hospital, bringing Julie along with her. It was emotional, charged atmosphere as they saw the angry streamer panic about his precious bundle in their arms - as if he wasn’t standing there because the two of them had raised him.
Michelle popped round everyday with dinner for the two of you, another weight lifted off your shoulders, as you settled into a routine and your body recovered.
Julie cried when she learned of Matilda’s name. Matilda Julie Burtwistle, middle name of the queen herself. The highest honour granted to her by her only grandson.
Today you were planning on your first trip out - nothing major. Family dinner at Nana Julie’s house, with her decreasing mobility you wanted to make the effort to show up for her with her namesake.
Plus you really wanted to do your makeup again, even just to sit in Nana’s living room. Miss Tilly really stole all your beauty as she made her appearance.
“Do you think I’ll be able to squeeze into my jeans?” You called over to Morgan, he was sat patting Tilly’s back - her head cradled on his shoulder.
He looked ethereal. Bare chested, hand the same size as your daughter’s back, hair a perfect mess atop his head, eyes hazy with sleep but full of contentment.
He looked like a dad.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He chuckled, tongue running over his bottom lip as he gave you a once over.
“Fuck off…” your own laugh melded together with his. “You’re a proper dilf it’s distracting”
All you got in reply was a shake of his head.
As quickly as possible with a baby and various wonderful post birth fluids that seeped from you, the three of you were ready to go.
Matilda was in the sweetest little Winnie the Pooh baby grow, little yellow ears on her hat really tying together the look. Morgan was in one of his seemingly infinite united tops and a random pair of joggers. Blessedly you managed to fit into a pair of jeans, the largest pair of jeans you owned, and a woollen jumper.
You actually looked like a proper little family.
A bag bigger than Morgan’s weekend away bag was stashed in the car for your few hours out. Matilda bundled in a fluffy pink blanket was secured in the car, Morgan triple checking he’d definitely done it up right.
It was a quick drive to Nana Julie’s house. She was already standing at the threshold as you pulled up the curb, anticipating your impending arrival.
Her hand came to her mouth the moment Morgan rounded the car with Tilly’s car seat in his grasp. No words escaped her, not yet. She just took in the three of you.
“Hi Nana” your arms loosely wrapped around her frame.
“Look at you!” Voice thick with emotion. “All my babies back under my roof!”
Morgan scoffed, wrapping his free arm around his nan.
“Don’t start crying Julie!” He scolded. “You’ll set off the bairn”
He was shifting on his feet, not used to something so serious. So emotional. So real. He didn’t know where to place himself, he bloody grew up in this house he’d should be long past the feeling awkward stage.
“She’s just eaten before we left the house nan” He spoke quietly. “Why don’t you let us in and you can give her a cuddle?”
Seemingly snapping back to reality she quickly ushered you inside, closing the door against the chilly breeze.
The three of you sat scattered around the lounge, Morgan gently lifted Matilda. Briefly holding her against his chest before handing her over to her namesake.
“I know I saw her in that hospital room” Julie started, eyes glassy. “But this feels so different, too clinical. She belongs here, in the house her mummy and daddy grew up in”
A powerful emotion clawed at your chest, a deep sense of home settling within you. For the first time since leaving the hospital, you didn’t feel like someone pretending to be a mum. Sitting in this room, surrounded by the people who raised him, who welcomed you long before this baby existed, you finally felt like you belonged to the same story she did.
“Oh Matilda Julie” Tears escaped her eyes as she looked down at the baby girl in her arms.
Then she looked up to Morgan, the cheeky little boy she helped raise. The same boy that argued with her for weeks when they decided at age 14 the two of you were definitely not sharing a bed at sleepovers anymore.
“I can’t believe you’ve actually done it Morgan. You’re a dad” You could feel the pride radiating from her.
Morgan reached out a hand, a thumb stroking his Nana’s shoulder.
“I still don’t believe it either Nana, she’s perfect isn’t she?”
“I’ve imagined what she’d look like since you told me you were pregnant” she admitted. “But she’s so much better than any thing I could’ve thought up”
Her hand soothed over the creases in Tilly’s face. Morgan’s eyes found yours across the room - missing puzzle pieces slotting together.
The spell was broken by the door creaking open, Michelle and Tasha shouting hello down the corridor.
“Saw the car outside” Tasha said as she walked into the room. “How are yous doing, and little Tilly?”
You smiled up at her, moving slightly on the couch so she had a space to sit down.
“Were good, she has her dads attitude - so we’re proper lucky”
You both chucked as Morgan made a noise of protest.
“She makes that same sound” you exclaimed pointing at him.
Michelle made her presence known, simmering the argument before it had a chance to take shape.
“Right mum, shall we go to the kitchen and get dinner finished? Let the kids have a catch up?”
Reluctantly Julie handed Matilda over to Morgan before the two of them started pottering around in the kitchen. Distant sounds of plates clashing and pots bubbling away floated to the lounge.
The homely scent of dinner being prepared got a low rumble from your stomach as the three of you chatted aimlessly on the sofa. Tilly secure in her Auntie Tasha’s arms.
“Kids, dinner” called through the hall.
“Suddenly I’m 12 again and about to get shouted at for refusing to eat my brussell sprouts” You whispered between the three of you as you all stood.
“Think she’ll smack his head with the wooden spoon for stealing food off your plate again?” Tasha giggled.
“You two shut up right” Morgan mumbled as he shifted the baby against his chest. “You’re laughing now but it was clearly elite flirting - stole her scran now I’m the father of her child. I stay winning”
It was the same table as all those years ago, everyone automatically slotting into their predetermined spots. You and Morgan on one side, Tasha and Michelle across from you and Julie at the head of the table - queen at her throne.
Except this time a small rocking chair was slotted on the floor between Morgan and your seats. A symbol of change in your normality.
No time was wasted before a plate, piled big enough for at least three, was placed in front of you. Another plate, piled even higher, placed in front of Morgan.
“You need proper food” Julie stressed. “Need all the energy you can get when you’re looking after a baby”
Morgan instantly shoved a roast potato in his mouth, gravy already slipping out the corners of his mouth.
“Reader” Tasha started, face contorted in disgust at her brother. “How did you let that thing get you pregnant”
You shrugged, soft laugh escaping.
“Felt sorry for the bloke didn’t I?”
Finally lifting his neck from the hunched position over his place he turned to you. Mouth full of roast, indignant noise escaping through the chewed up dinner.
“Why am I catching strays here?”
“Morgan! Don’t talk with your mouth full” Michelle reached across the table and swatted his bicep.
“Right hold on, why is everyone attacking me today? Is it because I’m the only bloke? What a fucking joke!”
As if sensing her dad’s protest Matilda grumbled from the chair between you. Instinctively Morgan was reaching for her, smoothing the curls that framed her face.
“Oh are you mad at daddy too, eh?” He cooed down to her. “Little miss need attention does she?”
Matilda settled almost instantly against his chest, tiny fists curling into the fabric of his shirt, suckling against nothing - the sound soothing both her and the adults around her.
“There we go, princess” Morgan murmured, rocking slightly in his chair without even realising he was doing it. “Drama queen, Take after mummy, don’t you?”
“Absolutely not,” you shot back. “She’s inherited your need to be the centre of attention.”
Julie watched the two of them quietly from the head of the table, fork paused mid-air.
“I used to do that with you,” she said softly.
Morgan glanced up. “What?”
“That little bounce,” she nodded toward his absentminded rocking. “You wouldn’t sleep unless someone walked you round the kitchen at three in the morning, Drove your grandad mad”
Tasha burst out laughing. “So nothing’s changed then”
Morgan rolled his eyes but you saw it, that brief flicker of emotion he never quite knew what to do with. Overwhelming, all consuming.
A small, satisfied smile graced her lips as she pointed her fork Morgan’s plate - “Eat your sprouts!”
“I’m 24 now Nana” he complained. “I’ve created new life and you’re still forcing me into eating bloody sprouts. Have a day off”
“I don’t think you did much work creating her” Julie scoffed. “You ate them as a kid, you’ll eat them now. Set a good example for Matilda!”
He groaned, adjusting his grip on the baby so she was secured with one hand. Free hand stabbing a sprout with his fork before dramatically popping it into his mouth.
“Happy” He spat out around the mushed up food in his mouth, Tasha cackled at his disgusted expression.
“Still not like them, son?” Michelle laughed.
“I think you all enjoy my suffering way too much”
Conversations continued flowing. When everyone was seemingly distracted you reached across and stole a roast potato from Morgan’s plate, wasting no time in popping it in your mouth.
“OI!”
You gave him a cheeky grin. The other adults laughing at the easy banter between you.
“That’s right love!” Julie chuckled approvingly. “You keep him in line”
Morgan leaned closer to you, voice low enough only you (and by default Matilda) could hear.
“You realise, when I decided to start flirting with you it was by stealing food off your plate - you’re not slick”
Your heart did that stupid, traitorous little flip it always did around him.
“Well…” you mumbled back. “Worked out alright in the end didn’t it?”
He smiled at you, not the over performative streamer smile, not the flirty boyfriend smirk.
Happy in a way that seeped into his bones and oozed out his pores.
Conversation carried on around the table, laughter folding into the clink of cutlery and Julie’s familiar scolding echoing through the kitchen.
Matilda slept soundly against Morgan’s chest, completely unaware she’d already become the centre of an entire world.
Home had never felt so full.
The boys lasted a week before they ambushed you at home. Desperate to meet the smallest bov member.
Excessive chatter ceased immediately as they huddled at the threshold of the living room.
You hadn’t made an effort - there was a half drank cuppa on the table, hair thrown up in a bun, hoodie definitely stained in some sort of newborn excrement.
Morgan didn’t look much better, stubble littered his face, he was wearing a beanie to disguise his untameable hair and he too sported stains down his top curtesy of Tilly.
As you sat cradling your baby girl to your chest you couldn’t help but laugh at them. The usually over performative males turned mute at the sight of an infant, surely this moment needed document.
Morgan’s deep laugh broke the spell as they eventually tumbled in, finding a space to slot into around you.
“She’s so small” Chazza whispered, leaning closer to her. “Can’t believe one of us actually has one of these now”
“She’s a bloody baby not a 1 of 1, chaz” Beano scoffed. “Has one of these, think all women are objects even the wee ones”
Chazza shoved Beano’s arm playfully. Nervous energy exuding them all, you’d never seen them so shy before. Hands in pockets, eyes darting around the room like they didn’t quite know where to look.
Matilda made a small noise against your chest, wriggling slightly in your grip. All the men in the room snapped their attention to you. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
“Jesus Christ, she’s a baby not a bomb!”
“I dunno reader” Mikey said, full seriousness. “Ginges hairs made of fire maybe she got something from him”
“Right, fuck off you”, Morgan shook his head, leaning back in his chair. He let the silence stretch a minute before nodding his head in your direction. “Who wants a hold?”
Voices overlapped instantly.
“Ah no I’m fine”, “I’ll drop her”, “I haven’t trained yet”, “she looks comfy where she is”
“You lads play 6 a side every week, and your kryptonite is a 10 day old baby?”
Tilly’s chubby fist escaped her blanket almost as if to agree with her dad, her uncles were idiots.
Chazza visibly melted beside you. “Oh I think she’s reaching for me you know”
“Must be a tragic judge of character” Mikey got out before a full body laugh took over him.
You rolled your eyes, used to the boys behaviour by now, gently adjusting Matilda into Chazza’s arms.
“Just cradle her as if she were Sid, protect her head. Perfect”
Tilly settled against his chest, impossibly small against him. The room was quiet again, soft this time.
Chazza stared at her in awe. Still in disbelief his best mate was a dad, he was holding his freshly born baby in his arms.
“Nah I want a go, can I have a go reader”
“Wait your turn, she’s bonding with her uncle Charlie now Jake” Chazza replied, cautiously twisting so his back faced Jake.
Morgan moved to hand over your daughter, he trusted his friends with his life - but they weren’t passing around his baby. Hold her stationary? Yeah no problem. They weren’t moving her or with her.
“You ready Jakey?” Morgan hesitated, his nose nuzzling into Matilda’s soft copper curls.
Jakey nodded in reply, eyes wide - face full of fear.
“Right she’s really delicate okay? You can relax your arms Jakey, she’ll not settle if you’re like a statue. Yeah cradle her head - I’m going to let go now, you definitely got her?”
“Course she’s real you melon,” Beano snorted, though his voice had softened without him noticing.
Jakey didn’t look up from the bundle in his arms.
“She’s tiny, man,” he said quietly. “How do you trust yourself with something this small?”
“Honestly?” Morgan leaned aback, one arm coming to wrap around your shoulders. “You don’t, everything is terrifying. Like one small move and I’ve ruined the rest of her life. Just have to crack on I suppose - she needs us”
You softened against him, placing a quick kiss on his collar bone.
Mikey cleared his throat, getting ready to break the serious atmosphere.
“Well, luckily she didn’t get your nose mate”
Laughter escaped you all, normality seeping back into the house. Conversations started overlapping, voices raised, someone getting gently bullied.
Phones appeared, everyone getting a proud uncle pic to post once you made a public announcement. Jealous girlfriends replying in the group chat that they weren’t currently having newborn cuddles.
Obviously Tilly needed more attention as she let out a tiny squeak against Beano’s shoulder.
“What wrong with her?” He froze, for someone with as many siblings as him he was the last person you expected to be unsure around your daughter.
“Probably wants her mums boobies, can’t say I blame her” You swatted Morgan’s arm the second his sentence was uttered.
“What? Can’t appreciate my girlfriend anymore?”
Morgan stepped forward again, instinct taking over as he gathered her back into his arms. The transition was seamless now, confident hands, gentle sway already starting as he rested her against his shoulder as you adjusted your clothing.
“Right pass her over” you reached out for her.
Morgan’s hands hovered over her back as you shifted her until she was comfortably latched on. Soft suckling filling the once again silent room.
Five grown men suddenly discovering intense interest in absolutely anything except where your baby currently was.
Beano picked up the TV remote, the TV wasn’t even on.
“…So this is a nice remote” he announced to nobody just trying to find something to fill the silence.
Mikey stared aggressively at the living room door, like it was the most interesting thing in the universe.
“That always been there?” He asked suddenly, actually pointing to the door.
“Our door? Yeah mate our door has always been there” Morgan laughed.
Jakey had turned 90 degrees, back ramrod straight facing you.
“I’m being respectful!” He defended before anyone had a chance to ask.
“Very respectful atmosphere happening right now” Chazza nodded, facing straight ahead of him.
Morgan took in his 4 closest mates for a second, completely unimpressed.
“You know she’s feeding a baby” he began dryly. “Not staring in a porno”
“That’s your Mrs mate!” Mikey exclaimed. “We don’t know where to look!”
“Maybe her face?”
The four of them immediately turned and made direct eye contact with the wall above your head.
Too intense. Uncomfortably intense.
You and Morgan burst out laughing, Tilly whining in protest. Clearly not a fan of milkshake, noted.
“Oh my god… they’re just boobs” you shot out.
“Told you lot years ago they were class” Morgan smirked beside you, eyes zoning in on your chest.
“Can you let me know when it’s safe to look” Jakey returned to having his back facing you.
Tilly made a soft, contented hum against your skin. Despite themselves all the boys eyes snapped to her. Silence.
“Mental” Chazza whispered. “She just, knows what to do”
The humour softened the moment again, embarrassment slowly ebbing away the longer Tilly fed.
Morgan’s thumb absently stroked your shoulder, eyes flitting between you and Tilly - unable to make up their mind on who to focus on.
“See? Nothing to feel weird about, they’re both sound”
The boys all smiled softly warmth settling in the room.
“She’s definitely the boss of us now isn’t she?” Mikey shook his head as he spoke.
“Without a doubt, bro” Chazza agreed easily.
Tilly finished feeding with a sleepy sigh, milk-drunk and heavy against your chest. Morgan reached automatically, lifting her carefully and settling her high on his shoulder.
She burped loudly.
The boys erupted into cheers like she’d scored a last-minute winner.
Morgan shook his head, smiling helplessly as he looked down at his daughter, then back at his friends.
“God help her,” he muttered fondly. “Look at the state of her uncles.”
Chazza puffed his chest out proudly. “Elite male role models, actually.”
Matilda made a tiny sleepy noise, fingers curling into Morgan’s shirt.
And just like that, the lads settled around her again closer this time, easier, no hesitation left.
“Reckon she knows we’re all obsessed with her already?” Jakey leaned closer, whispering like she might understand him.
“She can smell fear,” you replied. “That’s why she likes you.”
“Sound,” he nodded seriously.
Chazza crouched beside Morgan, peering at her face. “She’s changed since ten minutes ago.”
“She has not,” Beano laughed.
“Nah she has look, her cheeks are bigger.”
“That’s milk mate. That’s just milk.”
Morgan rolled his eyes but didn’t move away, letting them orbit closer. Tilly’s fist escaped again, reaching and gripping Morgan’s finger tightly.
“Oi” he cooed, rocking her slightly in his arms - completely instinctively and unintentional. “That’s mine princess”
The boys softened, seeing a whole new side to their angry mate. Completely whipped by a tiny doll.
Eventually the boys made move to go, albeit reluctantly. Quickly snapping more photos just incase, gentle strokes across her chubby cheeks, extra hugs for Morgan and you.
Tilly slept through all the chaos, thankfully as she’d be around it abit too much as she grew.
Morgan was relaxed against the sofa, headset around his neck, controller in hand as Matilda slept soundly on his chest - the soft pink blanket you’d picked out for her cot all those months ago covering her small frame.
The FaceTime dialling tone filled the silence as he waited for Jynxzi to answer.
Faintly he could hear the flowing water and the soft rhythm of your playlist coming down from the shower, your first uninterrupted moment of the day Morgan sent you to pamper yourself.
The connection tone sounded, a shadowy silhouette of his American friend squinting back at him.
“Bro” he grumbled “it’s 7am, this better be important I was streaming till 3”
“Hey, bro you’re the one who answered” he grinned through the screen
“Because you called me” he gritted out, then leaned closer to the screen squinting against the light. “What are you holding?”
“Oh” Morgan gasped. “Forgot to tell you, had baby”
Silence. Full stretching unedited silence.
“You had a WHAT?” Jynxzi moved now sat bolt upright in his bed, face pure unfiltered shock.
“Yeah” he chuckled. “Little miss Matilda”
He gently started rocking her, force of habit more than anything else.
“12 days old now”
“TWELVE -“ his voice cracked. “TWELVE DAYS AGO?!”
Tilly stirred at the sudden volume, nose scrunching up adorably. Immediately both men froze. Jynxzi lowering his voice to an aggressive whisper as to not displease her further.
“Is that her?”
Nodding he adjusted the blanket, aiming the camera to capture her squished cheeks. Tiny copper curls framing her face, hand balled into a fist beneath her chin.
“Oh my god” he whispered. “You just… spawned a human and didn’t tell me?”
“Been busy mate” Morgan laughed.
“Yeah, with a baby” Jynxzi let the silence sit for a beat, “You’re rocking her”
“Am not” Morgan frowned.
“You absolutely are.”
Morgan looked down realised he was and shrugged.
“Works though”
The American leaned closer to the screen like proximity would somehow help.
“She’s tiny, bro”
“Yeah,” Morgan said quietly, voice softening without effort. “She is”
“Let me talk to her.”
“You cannot talk to a twelve-day-old baby.”
“Hey Matilda. I’m the one who’s gonna teach you bad words over the internet” Jynxzi ignored him completely, softening his voice instantly. Morgan laughed under his breath.
Tilly stretched, mouth opening in a dramatic newborn yawn. The reaction on the other side of the screen was catastrophic.
“OH MY GOD SHE YAWNED”
“She does that a lot”
“I would die for her”
“Bit dramatic”
“No, listen” he said seriously. “I just woke up and now your kid exists. This is insane”
Morgan didn’t answer he just looked down at her, thumb brushing across her back.
Jynxzi watched quietly as Tilly settled deeper into Morgan’s chest, completely safe, completely unaware she’d just gained another person who adored her.
“You look different,” he said finally.
Morgan frowned. “Rough?”
“No,” he shook his head. “Happy.”
Morgan huffed a laugh, embarrassed by the accuracy.
He heard the shower power off upstairs, and the soft padding of your feet returning to the bedroom to dress.
“Her mum’s gonna come down in a sec,” he said. “You’ll have to pretend you’re normal.”
“Normal?” Jynxzi exclaimed. “You woke me up - after only 4 hours of sleep to tell me you hid a whole baby from me”
Morgan snorted, shifting slightly so Tilly stayed settled against him.
“Yeah well,” he muttered, “figured you needed more excitement in your life”
“You had a baby, man,” Jynxzi shook his head, still processing. “That’s not a casual update. That’s a life event.”
Tilly made a sleepy little noise, lips puckering as she rooted instinctively against Morgan’s hoodie. Instantly his hand came up, thumb brushing along her cheek.
“Alright princess” he murmured softly. “I got you”
Jynxzi went completely still watching it “You didn’t even realise you did that,” he said quietly.
“Did what?”
“That voice,” he laughed softly. “You got a dad voice now.”
Morgan rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. Footsteps sounded on the stairs. Your voice floated down before you appeared. “Is she still asleep?”
You rounded the corner drying your hair with a towel, stopping immediately when you noticed the phone propped against Morgan’s knee.
“Oh…hi?”
Jynxzi’s face lit up like he’d was in the presence of royalty.
“HI. HI. I JUST FOUND OUT YOU GUYS MADE A HUMAN.”
“He’s taking it well” Morgan groaned.
You laughed, moving closer and leaning over the back of the sofa to peek at the screen.
“Sorry,” you smiled warmly. “We’ve been a bit… distracted.”
“You think?” Jynxzi said. “I wake up and my friend’s a father.”
Your eyes dropped to Morgan and Tilly together, her tucked perfectly into him, tiny hand gripping his shirt. Your expression softened instantly.
“She’s got him wrapped around her finger already,” you said.
“Lies,” Morgan muttered.
Tilly chose that exact moment to stretch dramatically, making a small squeaky sound.
Jynxzi clutched his chest. “I can’t handle this. She’s too small.”
Morgan carefully lifted her hand toward the camera.
“Say hi to Uncle Jynx.”
“UNCLE JYNX,” he repeated immediately, visibly emotional now. “Yeah. I’ll take that.”
The room fell into an easy quiet. Just a sleepy baby, two exhausted parents, and a friend thousands of miles away smiling at a tiny person he already cared about.
“Next time I see you,” Jynxzi said softly, “I’m holding her.”
Morgan nodded without hesitation.
“Yeah,” he replied. “You will.”
Two weeks in you’d found a steady rhythm in parenting. You’d yet to have a trip out that wasn’t to families house for fear of a viewer seeing you so today you were announcing baby Tilly to the world.
You didn’t want it to feel like content. She wasn’t content, she was your world. But the viewers and constant livestreams played a big factor in your decision making.
The two of you spent over an hour picking the perfect collection of photos for instagram. All of Morgan’s being ones of her sleeping against his chest or you gazing down lovingly as she was latched to you mid feed.
Eventually you settled on 6 pictures that you felt encapsulated the past two weeks.
Picture one was Matilda, face just out of shot as she lay in the hospital bassinet, her fist curled around your finger. Welcome to the world printed on the front of her baby grow, with clouds and starts scattered in the background.
Picture two was Morgan holding her for the first time, eyes red rimmed, hair a tangled mess. Pure unfiltered joy on his face as he cradled her close to him.
Picture three showed Tilly latched you your chest, the soft pink blanket she’d become so fond of covering your dignity. Your cheek pressed into her soft curls as you were relaxed against the sofa cushions.
Picture four was a family picture sat in the hospital bed. Matilda wrapped in the retched green hospital blanket, Morgan’s arm wrapped around your shoulders - free hand cupping Tilly’s back. Neither of you faced the camera, both of your heads tilted down to your daughter.
Picture 5 was Tilly in an oatmeal brown woollen jumper that drowned her frame, Matilda written across it in pastel pink cursive. You’d bought it in size 12-18 months, so you could watch her grow into it. At just two weeks she was already filling it out much more than the first time.
The final picture was a candid Morgan took of you, sleeping curled around Tilly in the bed. His own arm could be seen under your neck, thumb stroking your spine. Tilly pouting softly as she slept between the two of you.
The caption was simple. Trying to be nonchalant. Very Morgan.
‘New player spawned in, Meet Tilly’
Morgan didn’t turn the camera on straight away, letting his regular opening show on the stream no music today, Tilly was sleeping soundly in your arms just out of frame when the camera eventually clicked on.
“Hello everybody” using his proper voice, not his performative one. “How we all doing?”
He waited a few seconds for chats to start rolling in, smiling softly at the little noises that escaped Tilly as she slept.
“So this time chat it wasn’t the postman who delivered…” he bowed down in ‘defeat’ “I know I know, slacking”
The sound of both of your laughter filled the room as he read through a few of the messages coming through.
“But you know me, managed to pull some strings and got the…” he pulled a face “postwoman?”
“Nah that don’t sound right that” Your laughter stopped his sentence again, his eyes catching yours as he made a wanking gesture in your direction.
“Anyway, very special guest for today’s stream…” You walked into frame, Tilly tucked under your neck. “reader and baby Matilda!!” He cheered.
You waved towards the camera, saying hello to the viewers. The chat was spammed instantly.
milf !
OMG BABY GINGE
SHES HERE
Family stream !?!
Morgan leaned back in his chair, visibly overwhelmed at the outpour of support and trying not to show it.
“Alright, best behaviour all of yous” he joked, thanking everyone sending gifted in.
Tilly gave a tiny sleepy squeak against your chest, her face scrunching slightly before settling again.
Hearts filled the chat. Morgan saw it and clicked his tongue.
“Don’t encourage them,” he muttered, more to you than anyone else. You gave him a look.
“She didn’t do anything.”
“She knows what she did” he replied conspicuously.
That got you laughing again as you shifted her slightly, still half in frame. Morgan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Right,” he said, switching back into streamer voice for a second. “For anyone confused, no we didn’t just randomly acquire a child - she’s a month old now. Just been enjoying family life without the internet as she got used to existing”
A MONTH ?
the instagram was 2 weeks ago !
WHAT
“Yep, crazy innit?” Morgan laughed, shaking his head.
“Basically he hates you chat” you joked from beside him, softly swaying Tilly.
“That’s not - what? No!” He was laughing as he spoke. “Sorry, never had a baby come out my girlfriend before - needed a slight adjustment period. Please forgive me”
Tilly made a noise of disapproval from your chest, not used to her dad talking so animatedly. Her little mouth puckering and fingers flexing on your collar bone like she was deciding whether it was worth disturbing her slumber.
Morgan shifted instantly, hands moving to take her from you if you needed.
“You got her?” Voice soft as he spoke to you, a sharp contrast to how the viewers had ever heard him talk. You nodded towards him, shifting so she settled more comfortably against you.
Chat clocked the change in Morgan’s posture.
dad mode activated
Bro forgot he was on stream
Did you see that??
“I didn’t ‘forget the stream was on’” he said flatly, blue eyes squinting at the camera. “I’m just not letting my daughter fall or my mrs get tired arms”
That made you laugh again. Tilly chose that exact moment to let out a bigger, slightly offended noise like she didn’t like not being the centre of your attention.
The stream went silent for half a beat. Morgan froze. You froze.
Morgan immediately leaned into her space.
protect her at all costs
timing us out like her dad ❤️
what’s wrong with her !!!
“It’s alright princess” He cooed. “Daddy’s sorry, didn’t forget about you I’m still here” Morgan briefly glanced at the chat, chuckling under his breathe.
princess confirmed
getting timed out by angryginges kid
poor baby !!
“‘Course she’s a princess chat. I don’t know if I mentioned but i won the jungle - I’m the king” he paused, trying to hold in his laughter as you giggled beside him. “Therefore reader is the queen, obviously our kid is a princess”
You shook your head beside him, smiling down at Tilly as she settled again, completely unbothered by the thousands of people currently losing their minds over her existence.
Chat moved too fast to read properly now.
PRINCESS TILLY
generational stream
KING GINGE ERA
Morgan leaned closer to the monitor, pretending to scan messages seriously.
“Right” he said. “Any disrespect toward the royal family results in immediate banishment”
“Banishment?” you laughed.
“Yeah” he nodded firmly. “Straight to the naughty step”
Tilly made a soft snuffling noise, her tiny hand stretching toward his voice. Morgan’s entire face changed he reached out instinctively, letting her fingers curl around his thumb.
Chat exploded again. Neither of you paid it any attention.
“Strong grip that,” he murmured proudly, like she’d just achieved something extraordinary.
“She’s literally grabbing your finger,” you said.
“Exactly” he replied. “Going to be a pro athlete like her dad”
You rolled your eyes, laughing quietly.
A sound bite went off loudly through the speakers, Morgan visibly flinched.
“Oh shit, sorry, sorry” he muttered quickly, reaching to lower the volume. “Didn’t think about alerts”
Tilly twitched at the noise but stayed asleep. Both of you froze again. The entire stream held its breath. Morgan stared at her like he was personally negotiating with fate.
“…we’re good,” he whispered.
“Right,” he said quietly. “We’re turning alerts down today, this is a calm household now”
You shifted closer, resting your elbow on the arm of his chair keeping Tilly supported while you watched chat together.
It felt strangely normal, like this had always been part of your life. Morgan glanced sideways at you and then back to the camera.
“I’ll be honest chat,” he said, tone softer now. “Felt proper odd having a month off and full access to my set up, you’ve kinda been here for everything else”
Messages slowed slightly, the mood changing.
love you Ginge
congrats man
W W W W
He swallowed, clearly not expecting the sincerity.
“Yeah… cheers” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
Tilly made another tiny sound, her face scrunching before relaxing again. Morgan looked down instantly. Every time. You noticed it. Chat noticed it.
He didn’t.
“Mad though,” he added quietly. “Used to worry about stream numbers and how many views Bov had - Now I just worry if she’s breathing too quietly.”
A collective awww rolled through chat.
You nudged his shoulder gently.
“They didn’t tune in for emotional vulnerability.”
“Tough” he shrugged. “I’m dad Ginge now”
He reached over stroking her soft curls with his thumb with ridiculous care, still seeing her as the fragile 7lb 3oz infant placed on your chest, not the almost 5 week old milk hungry tank she’d become.
“Anyway,” he cleared his throat, trying to recover some normality. “We are still gaming today. She’s supervising.”
Right on cue, Tilly let out a tiny squeaky noise. “See? Approved” Morgan grinned.
“So what we thinking chat - clubs? GTA? Fortnite? I’m up for anything” A beat of silence. “Right, you lot vote in that poll and we’ll see what we’re doing”
As he waited for the poll results his attention drifted back down to Tilly, finger tracing her scrunched up nose instinctively.
Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex, fingers in mouth, getting walked in on.
Apparently all I can do is get high and write smut 🫦
***MDNI***
Soft kisses pressed into the back of your neck, slowly pulling you from sleep. Warm breath brushed your skin as Morgan shifted closer behind you, one arm tightening around your waist.
“Mornin’, gorgeous,” he murmured, lips lingering just beneath your ear.
You hummed sleepily, arching back into him without thinking, melting into the warmth of his body. His quiet laugh vibrated against your shoulder as his fingers traced lazy patterns along your side, grounding you fully in the moment.
Turning in his arms, you cupped his face and pulled him down into a kiss. It started soft, familiar, before deepening naturally — sleepy affection giving way to something heavier as your arms wrapped around his neck and he kissed you back with growing urgency.
He shifted over you, settling between your legs, one knee nudging them apart as his hands slipped beneath the hem of your tank top. Cool air brushed your skin before his mouth followed, warm and deliberate, drawing a sharp breath from your lungs.
Your fingers tightened on his shoulders as arousal bloomed low in your stomach, your body responding before you could fully wake. Instinctively, your hips moved against his thigh, chasing friction.
“Fuck, Morgan…” you breathed, arching into him as he alternated between teasing and soothing touches across your chest.
His big blue eyes lifted to meet yours, watching as you began to unravel beneath him, your breaths turning shallow and uneven under the steady pleasure building through your body.
You reached for him, pulling his lips back to yours, unable to stand the distance any longer. He smirked against your mouth, the movement pressing your core closer to him and making your head tip back against the pillows.
Another soft moan slipped free as he kept his movements slow and deliberate, in no rush to let the moment end.
A quiet laugh left him, low and teasing, as he studied your face like he was enjoying the effect he had on you a little too much.
“Look at you,” he murmured, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “Not so sleepy anymore, are you?”
A faint smirk tugged at your lips as you met his gaze, still breathless but refusing to let him have all the control. You shifted slightly against him — just enough to make your point — fingers still clutching his shoulder blades.
“Fuck off,” you breathed, more reflex than intention.
His eyes flicked over your face, something darker slipping beneath the amusement.
“You sure that’s what you want, love?” he murmured, already sounding unconvinced.
He made a move to pull away — just an inch, just enough to test you.
You didn’t let him.
A soft whine escaped as you dragged him back down, denying him the space entirely.
His quiet laugh followed immediately, warm against your mouth.
“Didn’t think so,” he murmured, one hand sliding down your side to settle at your waist.
Your breath caught when he looked at you again — really looked — desire burning openly in his gaze.
“Still want to tell me to fuck off?”
The words barely landed before he kissed you again, slower this time, deeper, all teasing gone.
Your breath hitched as his fingers slid beneath the waistband of your knickers. His touch was feather-light as he glided between your folds, spreading your slick slowly, deliberately.
“Gotta be quiet for me, yeah?” he mumbled against your mouth.
You nodded, nails clawing into his back as his fingers stretched you open.
His thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles while his fingers curled perfectly inside you.
Your lips crashed against his, trying to swallow your moans before they could escape into the room. The coil in your belly tightened rapidly, pleasure building faster than you could control as your hips rocked helplessly into his hand.
Your head dropped into his shoulder, teeth pressing into his neck to stop yourself from crying out as your orgasm crashed through you.
Morgan’s fingers didn’t slow, guiding you through every wave as your body trembled against his. He murmured soft praise into your hair while you came back down, your breathing gradually evening out.
His forehead brushed yours as you shared the same breath, neither of you quite ready to separate.
“You alright?” he murmured.
You nodded weakly. “Yeah.”
A quiet hum left him. He believed you — but still didn’t move away immediately.
Eventually his fingers slipped free, his hand returning to your waist. His eyes softened, though heat still lingered beneath the surface.
His fingers twitched once against your skin.
Subtle.
Almost nothing.
Except it wasn’t nothing.
You shifted without thinking, still tucked beneath him, and felt his breathing hitch instantly.
“Morgan…” you whispered, his gaze dropping to your mouth and lingering there a beat too long. “Come here.”
That did it.
He moved first this time.
Slow at first, giving you space to stop him — even though neither of you believed you would.
His hand tightened at your waist as he closed the distance, pulling you back into him like there had never been separation at all.
The kiss started gentle, almost careful, before need took over completely. You pulled him closer without thinking and he responded immediately, shifting your bodies together until no space remained between you.
You broke the kiss only long enough to breathe.
He followed you straight back in.
The room felt smaller now, quieter — like the rest of the world had faded out entirely. Your thoughts dissolved into static, replaced by instinct and heat.
His forehead brushed yours again as you shared another breath.
Morgan’s gaze dropped to your mouth, lingering like it already knew where this was going.
As the kiss deepened, he slipped himself free from his boxers, a soft hiss escaping him as cool air hit sensitive skin.
Your nails dragged fresh red lines down his back as he slowly pressed into you, inch by inch. You panted against his mouth at the stretch, his hands tightening on your hips as he fought for control.
You rocked your hips experimentally, silently telling him he could move.
A broken sound left him.
He found a steady rhythm, lifting your right leg higher so he could press deeper, your left leg wrapping around his back and holding him close, refusing him distance.
The rhythm stole the air from your lungs. Every thrust knocked breath from your chest until instinct took over and your hand slipped between you, chasing the pleasure already building too fast to stop.
Moans filled the room as heat coiled tightly inside you, your second orgasm rushing closer.
“Told you to be quiet,” Morgan murmured, slipping his fingers between your lips.
Instinctively, you sucked them in, tongue swirling around them, completely lost in sensation.
“’M gonna cum,” you mumbled around his fingers.
His pace faltered for half a second before speeding up, driven by your confession. Your body went boneless beneath him, tension snapping tighter and tighter—
And then—
The door slammed open.
“Oi Ginge fancy coming to Traff— OH MY GOD—”
Everything stopped.
Morgan reacted instantly, pulling you closer and shielding you completely as his head snapped toward the door.
“GET OUT,” he barked.
Jakey froze, eyes wide.
“No—yeah—right—sorry—definitely leaving—” he blurted, already turning too fast, shoulder clipping the frame.
A beat.
“CLOSE THE FUCKING DOOR, JAKEY!”
“YEAH—SORRY!”
The door slammed shut.
Silence dropped heavily back into the room.
Morgan stayed still for a moment, arms still wrapped around you like the world hadn’t earned access again yet.
“…Unbelievable,” he muttered, forehead dropping to yours.
“I can never look at him again. Oh my god.”
“You’re fine,” he said, exhaling. “I’m the one getting absolutely rinsed for this.”
“That’s not comforting.”
He glanced at you, a reluctant smirk tugging at his mouth. “He opened the door.”
“That’s not the point!”
“It kind of is.”
You groaned and buried your face in his shoulder. “Stop talking.”
His chest shook with laughter as his hand rubbed slow circles over your hip, grounding and familiar.
The adrenaline lingered beneath your skin, embarrassment mixing with warmth.
Your fingers traced absent patterns along his shoulder, following faint marks you’d left earlier. His breath hitched — subtle, but unmistakable.
His grip tightened slightly at your waist.
“…You know,” he murmured, voice dropping again, “he’s definitely told the rest of the house. Which means nobody else is coming near this room.”
A shared grin passed between you.
Your gaze drifted to his mouth without meaning to. He caught it immediately.
Morgan’s thumb brushed along your jaw, slower this time, testing rather than rushing.
You leaned in first.
The kiss began softer than before, almost shy after the interruption, but familiarity returned quickly — warmth replacing embarrassment as his hand slid back to your waist, pulling you closer again.
