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Can I request an angryginge x reader pleaseđ©? There's that clip of Ginge and Arthur where they're touchy and Arthur was like "I get why you don't drink, you get very handsy," and that just did something to me LOL Can it be like maybe they're at the club/pub with their friends and he just can't keep his hands to himself and his friends are all teasing him and he just doesn't care anymore cause of the drinks but his Mrs. is just sooo fineđ«¶đŒ
âźâË handsy - angry ginge (morgan burtwistle)
a/n: thank you so much!! i have twisted it slightly but hopefully i still do the request justice :)
i think i am actually incapable of writing a short fic so itâs slightly long but hopefully you guys enjoy!
it was your birthday today and thankfully it fell on a saturday setting your plans up nicely for a celebration in the evening.
you had a chilled morning, receiving some lovely presents off morgan and your family. your only request for the day was for morgan to take the day off work and streaming and he happily obliged so you spent the day with some rare quality time together. it was now 7pm and you were getting ready for an evening at the bar with yours and morgan's friends.
morgan was laid on the bed, scrolling tiktok or something similar whilst you were flicking through your wardrobe trying to decide which of the many dresses you had accumulated was perfect for the evening. "morgan, this one or this one?" you ask and he doesn't look up from his phone. "whichever one you think darling" he says. "morgannn" you sighed and he looks up and stands up, "well i can't tell from the hanger, you're gonna have to try them all on" he looks at you teasingly. "fine i'll do a fashion show. if i have to!" you sigh playfully. whenever you got new clothes or asked for morgan's opinion on something, he made you model and demonstrate.
you went into the ensuite to get changed and do a grand reveal. you walked in the room with the first one it was a little black co ord and you did like it but it wasn't the best option. you walked out to a wolf whistle from morgan. "like that, boots or heels?" he says putting a finger to his lips in a high pitched voice, playing fashionista. "well heels means you're carrying me home" you joke. "boots then" he laughs, joking. "let's see the next one" he says and you head back into the bathroom and change into the next one. you felt a lot more confident in this one, it was sparkly and hugged you in all the right places. you walk out the bathroom and morgan's jaw dropped. "that's the one" he points. "100%, that is the one" he repeats, walking closer to you. "you look 10 out of 10, amazing" he says and walks closer to touch you, checking you were still real. he holds your shoulders, "you look fucking unreal" you look up at him smiling with your beading eyes. he can't resist you, he pecks your lips. it gets deeper slightly before there's a knock on the door that interrupts. "what time we meeting everyone?' beano calls out. "9:30" morgan replies. "thank you" he replies before you hear him walk back down the corridor. "actually no one else deserves to see you looking like this" morgan says and you laugh nervously. âwell seems theyâre gonna have toâ you smile and walk off into the bathroom to put on your dressing gown. âwhere you going?â morgan asks. âto take it offâ you say like itâs obvious. âdo you like need a hand or anything?â morgan scratches his neck. you wanted to wind him up, âno iâm goodâ you smile, going to close the door. âwell let me know if it changesâ he says. sadly walking back to the bed.
you start doing your hair and makeup but not without ginge inspecting your every move.
âis that BROWN mascara?â
âwhy do you wear blush if you use makeup to take the red out of your face?â
âi donât like that lip gloss, it sticks when i kiss youâ
âis that hairspray for your face?â
you were finally ready and turned to morgan. âyou havenât even got dressed!â you sighed. âi was too busy watching you apply hairspray to your faceâ he calls out. âitâs not hairspray!â you laugh. âlooked like itâ he sighed. âcome on show me what youâre wearingâ you guide his shoulders to the wardrobe. he picks out a black polo top and a jacket, âthis?â he asks you (what he wore for the recent bov boy party stream) âyeah thatâs niceâ you smile. morgan was now nervous of what to wear to match you.
he got changed and do a little reveal to you from the bathroom. heinz had also come in to watch morganâs reveal, âcome on the kingâ he called out and as morgan exited the bathroom he flicked his jacket out and did a spin and you and ryan both cheered. âdo you like?â morgan asked. âyou look greatâ you smile. âi wouldâ heinz says and you and morgan both laugh. âtaken mate but we can make something workâ morgan says like heâs doing a business deal. âyou can take him honestlyâ you hold your hands up. âdo you guys want buzz balls?â ryan asks. âyeah?â you ask slightly unsure if it was an appropriate time to start drinking, of course it was. ryan walks back in with a stack of 8 buzzballs. âbloody hell ryan, your dad was right you do have a problemâ morgan laughs.
we start drinking a buzz ball each and the others arrive. we gather downstairs in the kitchen and you ask heather if she can take some pictures of you for instagram. you start posing against the back wall and morgan notices, âgo on, thatâs my fucking girlâ he yells out and wolf whistles, making you laugh. you get the shots you wantedâŠ
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you all carry on drinking a bit more before itâs time to head off into the uber to the bar. you waited for morgan as he quickly necked the last of his drink and the pair of you needed to lock up. âyou okay?â he asked, not expecting you to wait. you could tell by his walk over to you that he was slightly tipsy. he rests his hand on the small of your back but soon reaches your ass and gives it a light squeeze. âyou look so beautiful, donât think iâm gonna be able to stop telling youâ he whispers, face getting closer to yours. âyou can keep telling meâ you smirk, also slightly tipsy and connecting your lips. âGUYS UBERS WAITING HURRY UPâ chazza shouts and you both scurry to the front door.
you make it into the club and morgan is instantly into protection mode. every guy that even glances your way is hit with a death glare. you were blissfully unaware of this, just having fun with your girls and that was exactly how morgan wanted it to be.
you all walked to the bar and morganâs hand did not leave your back, whether you were in front of him or to the side of him. tays and chazza were stood behind the pair of you, tays tapped charlieâs shoulder and pointed to morganâs hand and the pair of them laughed amongst themselves. âsheâs not gonna float away mateâ charlie calls out. him, tays and jakey burst out laughing. âyouâve not seen her when the jĂ€gers come out, she loses all sense of direction. just runs to the nearest oneâ morgan says. âthat is true actuallyâ ellie, jakeâs girlfriend confirms from your previous nights out. you playfully slap morgan but he just kisses your temple and orders you 2 jagerbombs and a drink, doing the same for himself. you both grimaced at the shot but got it down in one.
you all sat down in a big booth and were chatting away. you were sat next to morgan, he had situated himself slightly behind you and rested his arm on the back of the booth behind your back. every now and then heâd give you a little back tickle to remind you of his presence but you were too busy laughing at one of the girlâs jokes. the more drunk he got, the more he wanted your attention. you felt a squeeze to the top of your thigh and of course it was morgan, you looked up at him with concern. âyou okay?â you smiled at him. âyeah, you?â he acted like nothing happened. âyeah iâm goodâ you pecked his lip before you turned around and carried on talking but his hand stayed there, getting dangerously closer to the top of your legs. ryan got up to go toilet and at his height, could see morganâs hand under the table. âugh! whyâs morgan basically fingering y/n under the table?â he exclaimed, over exaggerating massively. âWHAT?â you almost yelled. âcan assure you absolutely no fingering going onâ you held your hands up in defeat. ânot yet anywaysâ morgan said under his breath, smirking. âhe gets a bit touchy when heâs had a drink iâve noticedâ tays points out, pointing his finger to morgan. you just nodded and laughed. ryan acts like a child thatâs just seen their parents shag and storms off to the toilet. âwas he touching you?â heather whispered in your ear slightly teasing but also wanting to know. âno no! i can promise you absolutely not, his hand was just on my thighâ you reassured. âdo you want a drink?â morgan asks and you both head to the bar. you stand in front of him again and morgan wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder as you look up at the bar menu, tiredness slightly kicking in. âyou need a jagerbomb or a vodka red bullâ you turn your head slightly to him, realistically he doesnât need another drink but you were also not quite sober enough to make a judgement. ryan is now out of the toilet and walks past the bar on his way back to the table, ânot even for 5 seconds!â he pulls a disgusted face, referring to morgan all over you and practically runs back to the table.
you collect the drinks and head back to your table and it seems like everyoneâs holding a therapy session for beano who looks like heâs just returned from war. âright, all iâm saying is, look at her. how the fuck could you keep your hands off her? sheâs fucking gorgeousâ morgan drunkenly slurred, stood at the head of the table like he was delivering a wedding toast, you already entering the booth but leaning forward to slap morganâs arm, âmorgan shut up!â you said slightly embarrassed but he doesnât care, alcohol has gone straight to his brain. ânah but everyoneâs acting like they wouldnât do the sameâ he shrugs and you tap him again to make him stop. âmorganâs whippedâ heather calls out and everyone laughs in agreement. âyeah i fucking amâ he says, eyes half closing from drunkenness. about 2 minutes later, someone walks over holding a giant pink cake with sparklers and you can only assume itâs for you. âoh god guysâ you bury your head in your hands as everyone begins singing, thereâs always something so awkward about being sung happy birthday to. they finish and you blow out the sparklers and everyone claps and you grin like an idiot looking around the table at all your friends how had made an effort for you and of course, morgan. âhappy birthday sweetheartâ he leaned into you to kiss your temple, almost collapsing on top of you as his peripheral vision was gone. âcake then home time i reckonâ chazza calls out. âof course youâre thinking about cakeâ morgan drunkenly slurs. you slap his arm, âleave charlie alone itâs my birthday he can eat cake if he wants toâ you tell him off. âyeah! thanks y/nâ chazza replies. âdo you think morgan can keep his hands off y/n long enough to eat a slice of cake?â tays calls out to the table, âprobably notâ morgan says and holds his hands up.
as much as morgan loved you, he also loved cake and drunk morgan loved cake even more than sober morgan so as soon as the cake was plated up in front of him he went silent. as did all of you to be honest. once the cake was eaten, you turned to morgan âright i think itâs home time for you misterâ you say tapping morganâs shoulder gently and he reluctantly gets up, allowing you to do the same. everyone seems to follow wanting to go home and to bed.
you all got into the ubers, ryan last. âyouâre leaving me with THESE TWO?â he pulled a panicked face. âyouâll be fine beanoâ tays said, getting into his own car. âweâre not gonna fucking shag in front of you, get in!â you called out as the uber driving was waiting. âyou might!â ryan called out, buckling in. âi really hope you donâtâ you uber driver called out from the front. âwe wont mate, donât worryâ morgan says before side eyeing you as if to say âwe willâ, jokingly you hopedâŠ









