#angryginge

TEACHER FOR A DAY ── m.burtwistle ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

summary: you help out with the new bov boys videos

content: established relationship , swearing , kissing , some sexual innuendos , brother & sister dynamic between reader and jensen

notes: ugh this was so fun to write

@moll1707 @probablyboredx @shannon-1355 @lxzzxebunny @ocea1cperl

Can I request an angryginge x reader please😩? 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 fine🫶🏼

✮⋆˙ 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 it’s 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. “well seems they’re gonna have to” you smile and walk off into the bathroom to put on your dressing gown. “where you going?” morgan asks. “to take it off” you say like it’s obvious. “do you like need a hand or anything?” morgan scratches his neck. you wanted to wind him up, “no i’m good” you smile, going to close the door. “well let me know if it changes” he says. sadly walking back to the bed.

you start doing your hair and makeup but not without ginge inspecting your every move.

“is that BROWN mascara?”

“why do you wear blush if you use makeup to take the red out of your face?”

“i don’t like that lip gloss, it sticks when i kiss you”

“is that hairspray for your face?”

you were finally ready and turned to morgan. “you haven’t even got dressed!” you sighed. “i was too busy watching you apply hairspray to your face” he calls out. “it’s not hairspray!” you laugh. “looked like it” he sighed. “come on show me what you’re wearing” you guide his shoulders to the wardrobe. he picks out a black polo top and a jacket, “this?” he asks you (what he wore for the recent bov boy party stream) “yeah that’s nice” 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 morgan’s reveal, “come on the king” he called out and as morgan exited the bathroom he flicked his jacket out and did a spin and you and ryan both cheered. “do you like?” morgan asked. “you look great” you smile. “i would” heinz says and you and morgan both laugh. “taken mate but we can make something work” morgan says like he’s doing a business deal. “you can take him honestly” you hold your hands up. “do you guys want buzz balls?” ryan asks. “yeah?” 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. “bloody hell ryan, your dad was right you do have a problem” 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, “go on, that’s my fucking girl” he yells out and wolf whistles, making you laugh. you get the shots you wanted…

yourusername

yourusername can't believe i'm turning 21 for the third year in a row!

angryginge13 you're so fit

angryginge13 how did i pull you?!?

heatherbowling_ everyone say happy birthday to y/n right now!!!

fan1 ginge is punching massively

---> angryginge13 you're telling me?!

you all carry on drinking a bit more before it’s 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. “you okay?” 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. “you look so beautiful, don’t think i’m gonna be able to stop telling you” he whispers, face getting closer to yours. “you can keep telling me” you smirk, also slightly tipsy and connecting your lips. “GUYS UBERS WAITING HURRY UP” 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 morgan’s 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 charlie’s shoulder and pointed to morgan’s hand and the pair of them laughed amongst themselves. “she’s not gonna float away mate” charlie calls out. him, tays and jakey burst out laughing. “you’ve not seen her when the jägers come out, she loses all sense of direction. just runs to the nearest one” morgan says. “that is true actually” ellie, jake’s 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 he’d give you a little back tickle to remind you of his presence but you were too busy laughing at one of the girl’s 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. “you okay?” you smiled at him. “yeah, you?” he acted like nothing happened. “yeah i’m good” 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 morgan’s hand under the table. “ugh! why’s morgan basically fingering y/n under the table?” he exclaimed, over exaggerating massively. “WHAT?” you almost yelled. “can assure you absolutely no fingering going on” you held your hands up in defeat. “not yet anyways” morgan said under his breath, smirking. “he gets a bit touchy when he’s had a drink i’ve noticed” tays points out, pointing his finger to morgan. you just nodded and laughed. ryan acts like a child that’s just seen their parents shag and storms off to the toilet. “was he touching you?” heather whispered in your ear slightly teasing but also wanting to know. “no no! i can promise you absolutely not, his hand was just on my thigh” you reassured. “do you want a drink?” 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. “you need a jagerbomb or a vodka red bull” you turn your head slightly to him, realistically he doesn’t 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, “not even for 5 seconds!” 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 everyone’s holding a therapy session for beano who looks like he’s just returned from war. “right, all i’m saying is, look at her. how the fuck could you keep your hands off her? she’s fucking gorgeous” 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 morgan’s arm, “morgan shut up!” you said slightly embarrassed but he doesn’t care, alcohol has gone straight to his brain. “nah but everyone’s acting like they wouldn’t do the same” he shrugs and you tap him again to make him stop. “morgan’s whipped” heather calls out and everyone laughs in agreement. “yeah i fucking am” 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 it’s for you. “oh god guys” you bury your head in your hands as everyone begins singing, there’s 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. “happy birthday sweetheart” he leaned into you to kiss your temple, almost collapsing on top of you as his peripheral vision was gone. “cake then home time i reckon” chazza calls out. “of course you’re thinking about cake” morgan drunkenly slurs. you slap his arm, “leave charlie alone it’s my birthday he can eat cake if he wants to” you tell him off. “yeah! thanks y/n” chazza replies. “do you think morgan can keep his hands off y/n long enough to eat a slice of cake?” tays calls out to the table, “probably not” 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 “right i think it’s home time for you mister” you say tapping morgan’s shoulder gently and he reluctantly gets up, allowing you to do the same. everyone seems to follow wanting to go home and to bed.

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summary someone said something they shouldn't have. morgan made sure they understood that.

prompt – bov boys stream, someone comments about reader, protective morgan warnings – language, protective behaviour word count – ~2k note – someone really thought that was acceptable to say on a live stream morgan said absolutely not — thank you for this request 🫶

requests are open :)

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The stream had been going for about an hour.

Just some of the bov boys — Ginge, Heinz, Tays, Cameraman Chazza behind the camera doing what Chazza did — the easy chaos of a group who had been doing this long enough that the content came naturally. No agenda, no structure, just the particular energy of people who were genuinely funny together and knew it.

You were in the background.

Not on camera — you were in the kitchen, visible occasionally through the doorway when you moved past, existing in your own space the way you did when Morgan was streaming and you were home but not participating. You'd brought them all drinks about twenty minutes in. Morgan had said cheers love without looking away from the camera, which was so thoroughly normal that nobody had made anything of it.

Chat had noticed you, obviously. Chat always noticed everything.

The comments had been fine. The usual — is that his girlfriend, hi, she's lovely, Morgan's a lucky man — the kind of thing that had become background noise over the course of the relationship going public. Mostly positive. Occasionally a bit much, but manageable.

And then someone had typed it.

Morgan saw it before anyone said anything. He was mid-sentence — something about the game Heinz was losing at, some point he was making — and his eye caught the comment the way his eye always caught things that were wrong, and he stopped.

Heinz noticed the stop. Looked at the camera. Looked at Morgan.

"You alright?" Heinz said.

Morgan was reading the comment again. Not because he'd misread it the first time. Because he was deciding something.

"Chat," he said. The easy stream energy gone, replaced with something flat and very even. "Read that back."

Chat, which had been moving fast, slowed down. Several people quoted it. Someone said oh he saw it. Someone else said uh oh.

The comment was four words. Simple. The kind of thing certain people thought was acceptable to put in a public chat about a real person — about his person — because the distance of a screen made them forget that words landed somewhere.

Morgan looked at the camera.

"Right," he said quietly. Not loudly. Not with the volume that would have been easier to dismiss. Just quiet and completely certain. "I'm going to say this once."

The stream went very still. Heinz had put his controller down. Tays had leaned back. Chazza, behind the camera, wasn't moving.

"She's not your bird," Morgan said. Each word placed. Unhurried. "She's not anyone's bird. She's a person. With a name. And she's in that kitchen right now completely unaware that someone just put that in a chat, and that's the only reason I'm keeping this calm." He looked directly at the camera. "If I ever see anything like that again — in my chat, in her comments, anywhere — you're gone. Permanently. And if you think I don't check, you don't know how this works."

Silence.

Chat had gone from fast-moving to almost completely still. Then slowly: sorry Ginge and he's right and that was out of order and respect filling the screen, the majority of the community doing what good communities did when someone crossed a line.

Morgan looked at it for a moment.

Then he looked back at Heinz. "Right. Where were we."

Heinz blinked. "You were saying I was losing—"

"You are losing."

"I'm not—"

"Heinz."

"Okay fine I'm losing a bit—"

The stream came back to itself. Slowly, then all at once, the energy resettling into something that was almost normal. Almost.

You appeared in the doorway about ten minutes later.

You hadn't heard — you'd had music on in the kitchen, hadn't caught any of it. You were holding your own drink now, leaning against the frame, half watching whatever they were doing on screen with the comfortable ease of someone who was present without being part of it.

Morgan glanced at you.

You raised your glass slightly. He nodded once, brief and private, and looked back at the game.

You went back to the kitchen.

He watched you go.

Tays, very quietly, said nothing. Which was the most diplomatic thing Tays had done all year.

Later, after the stream had ended and Heinz and Tays had gone and Chazza had packed up, Morgan found you in the kitchen finishing the washing up.

He leaned against the counter beside you. Said nothing for a moment.

"What?" you said, not looking up.

"Nothing."

"You've got a face."

"I don't have a face."

You looked at him sideways. He looked at the sink.

"Something happened on the stream," he said. "Someone said something in chat."

You stopped washing up. "About what."

"About you." He kept his voice even. "It was dealt with."

You looked at him properly now. "What did they say."

He told you. Simply, without dressing it up.

You were quiet for a moment. Then: "Morgan—"

"It's handled," he said. "They're gone. It won't happen again."

"You didn't have to—"

"Yes I did." No room for debate in it. Just fact. He looked at you with the expression that was quiet and completely certain, the one that didn't perform anything. "I'm not sitting on a stream while someone talks about you like that. That's not something I'm going to do."

You looked at him for a long moment.

"Okay," you said softly.

"Okay," he said.

You went back to the washing up. He stayed where he was, shoulder pressed against yours, and didn't say anything else about it.

He didn't need to.

family ── m. burtwistle⋆⭒˚.⋆

pairing: morgan burtwhistle x reader

summary: requested drabble

warnings/contents: none, fluffy!

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requests are open and i'm happy to write whatever, hope you enjoy xx

The car engine hummed softly, the streets quiet as you and Morgan drove away from the airport. He had barely let go of your hand since you’d gotten in the car, eyes constantly flicking your way, like he was afraid you might vanish. He looked alive, radiant, impossibly him.

Summary: Ginge is caught watching Bluey with Matilda - one by one the whole house becomes invested too.

CW: Embarrassing accuracy for the Bluey segments - I am still watching Bluey now. I have no excuses for it.

Ryan had roped you into a q&a segment on his stream - he claimed it was for international woman’s week, you knew it was just to annoy your boyfriend.

You joined him after putting Matilda down for her afternoon nap. Figuring you had about half an hour to be yourself and not mummy.

Chat loved yours and Ryan’s chaotic energy together - semi-convinced you were one of Ryan’s many siblings and had just got shipped away at birth since you’d bonded so quickly.

Morgan Burtwistle x reader, Angryginge x reader

Face claim: no one just a random collection :) i don't own any of the pics

summary - Its Chrismas time for ginge and his mrs

Liked by heatherbowling_, angryginge13 and 4,981 others

yourusername t'is the season for baileys hot chocolates 🍫🎄

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user she's sooo pretty

user I bet ginge complained about the prices

yourusername he did

user loved how she called him out

Heatherbowling_ GORGEOUS GIRL

yourusername thank you girly 🥰

user christmas markets date >>>

user i need the lip combo 😍

Yourusername nyx lip liner in cold brew and maybelline gloss in stoner xx

user when the queen doesn't gatekeep thank you! xx

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angryginge13 why is everything £8+, at least the view is nice.

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user couple goals

heinzbaines where was my invite??

angryginge13

user she is so 🔥

user is she single?

angryginge13 no fuck off

user when he's protective 😭

Jakeydaviess @yourusername were you forced to wear red?

yourusername i was

user how has he done that then

heatherbowling_ my girl 😍

user he takes such good pics

yourusername he really does xx

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Yourusername Harry potter, making cookies and shopping are my favourite, even better with my favourite human 🍪🎁❄️

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user I wish I had her life

user the matching pjs are soo cute

user them cuddling up in their matching pjs watching harry potter is so 🥹🎄

heatherbowling_ I'm your favourite human right?

yourusername of course 🩷

user she's wearing red again

heinzbaines who's that sexy man 😍

user where is the scarf from??

yourusername Zara xx

heatherbowling_ posted a story

yourusername reposted the story

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yourusername pre-christmas but girls edition 🎄✨ wine and twister don't mix well and I have the bruises to prove it🍷

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user i love how close she is with the boy's girlfriends

user heathers story of her and ginge walking together was 🥹

user the height difference ugh he's so tall!

user she will be doing brand deals soon

user i kinda love how she's not an influencer but just like us

heatherbowling_ at least you didn't get elbowed in the face 💔

ell_edwardsxx i said i was sorry

user i wish i had girlfriends to do this with

yourusername you can join us babes x

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yourusername merry christmas everyone 🎄🥂 from my family to yours, I hope you all have a lovely day however you spend it

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user they are my fave couple please never break up

ell_edwardsxx merry christmas! xx

yourusername merry christmas, i hope santa treated you well 🎅

user omg they are KISSING??

yoursister she forced us all to play just dance

yourusername shut up you loved it

user I can picture her and ginge being so competitive

user the FAMILY VIBES??? my heart

thebovboys_ merry christmas!

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angryginge13 two gorgeous meals, merry christmas everyone

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user love how she changed into pyjama bottoms

yourusername the jeans were uncomfortable 😫

Jakeydaviess merry christmas to you both

angryginge13 merry christmas mate

user its so cute how ginge is with her family for christmas

footasylum merry christmas!

taysmcr the scran 🤤

user i wonder what they got each other for christmas I need a haul

user will you be streaming tonight?

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yourusername happy new year! 🍾🥂✨️this has been the best year with the best people and I hope 2026 is just as amazing, wishing everyone a happy and healthy year, although I really don't fell well today I think that has something to do with the tequila shots.

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user happy new year!

user omg ginge on the bin

yourusername he's not happy

heatherbowling_ trying to convince tays to get me a takeaway

yourusername @taysmcr get her some food

user get her a takeaway!

taysmcr i got her one people chill

user she seems so fun to be around

ell_edwardsxx shes the best 🩷

Summary: Angryginge presents an award in a category your nominated for AND you present an award in a category Aitch is nominated for (separate reaction headcanons and both are pre establish relationships)

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A/n: yes I was inspired by the brits but who can blame me, was just gonna be an aitch fic but then I saw ginge 🤭. On another note I don’t usually write rpf and I haven’t done so before on this account. It always makes me feel a bit.. I dunno weird? But I love reading them so idk but just wanted to say that because idk if this is gonna be a regular thing?

Ginge:

-You’re both getting ready in the same hotel suite and he keeps pretending he’s calm because he’s “just presenting” but he’s pacing while you’re getting your hair done.

-Every five minutes he glances over at you and goes quiet for a second because you look unreal. Does have some restraint and listens when your team tell him off for kissing your cheek

-when your team clear out and you have a few minutes alone he helps zip up your dress and goes suspiciously soft for a moment, hands lingering at your waist before he leans down and kisses your shoulder.

-Before you leave, he grabs your face gently:
“No matter what happens, yeah? I’m proud of you” (He absolutely has no doubt that you’re winning though.)

-You arrive together. Cameras immediately clock that you’re matching in subtle ways.

-He acts cocky for the cameras, arm around your waist, whispering jokes in your ear to make you laugh mid photo.

-When interviewers ask about him presenting an award you’re nominated for, he grins “Listen, I’m impartial… mostly”

-Someone asks what he’ll do if you win. “I’m legally required to act surprised”

-The way he looks at you when you’re answering questions? So soft. Proud. Slightly smug. Definitely gets clipped and used to tease him

-His hand never leaves your back.

-It’s finally time for the first category you’re nominated in.

-He walks out on stage, all confidence, crowd cheering. He makes a joke about knowing “one of these nominees unfortunately”

-When he opens the envelope, he pauses for dramatic effect. His eyes flick up to where you’re sitting.

-There’s the tiniest smirk. And the award goes to…”

-He says your name. You freeze in your spot not knowing how to react

-He’s already clapping, trying to look professional but he’s grinning so hard it ruins the act. Definitely does his classic loud laugh

-As you walk up, he grabs your hand to help you up the stairs. It looks gentlemanly but it’s purely because he can’t keep his hands off you with how proud he is of you

-He whispers in your ear when he hugs you “Told you.”

-The hug lasts longer than it should. He lightly squeezes your hand before stepping aside so you can have your moment.

-You thank your team, your family and then you turn to look at him. He tries to look neutral.

-You thank him for “being my calm in the chaos” and for all his support through everything

-The camera cuts to him, he does the little nod. Jaw tight because he’s emotional.

-Twitter explodes.

-The second you’re offstage, professionalism is gone. He picks you up fully off the ground.

-“YOU DID THAT”

-Takes about 400 photos of you holding the award.

-Later in the night, you win again. And again.

-He’s in the crowd this time, standing before your name is even fully announced.

-Whistling. Clapping above his head.

-When you win your third award, he looks genuinely stunned. Maybe has red, tear rimmed eyes

-Overcome with emotion on your third award before you go to the stage you turn to him and snog him to which he immediately leans into

-He gets carried away and places his hands on your waste you have to pull yourself away and remind yourself of what your supposed to be doing

-At the afterparty, you’re holding multiple awards and he refuses to let you carry them.

-At some point he pulls you aside, quieter now.
“I’m so proud of you it’s actually stupid” Soft forehead kisses all night

-Later, he absolutely posts a blurry photo of you mid laugh with the caption:
“Told you, so proud”

Aitch:

-You’re in a hotel suite overlooking the city, both of your teams in and out of rooms.

-He keeps pretending he’s calm but keeps checking what you’re wearing. “You’re not outshining me, yeah?” With a massive grin on his face. Meanwhile he picked his fit based on yours.

-Would keep being scolded by your makeup team for kissing your cheek or lips and potentially ruining your look. Would not care though how’s he meant to stay away from you when you look that good

-“You look unreal”

“You’ve said that five times”

“And I’ll say it again”

-He films a little blurry mirror clip of you both and posts it with no caption except a heart.
Internet LOSES it. Will obviously take hundreds more of you but keeps them for himself

-He steps out the car first shielding you from the cameras view as he helps you out the car and fixes your dress

-Automatically holds your hand

-The interviewers on the carpet obviously try to squeeze as much info out of you both. At some point you separate and are interviewed separately

“Are we confirming this then?” He stares just a little further down the carpet where you’re laughing and talking in your interview, he can’t help but light up himself “Yeah, that’s my girl”

-Social media explodes in real time.

-when you meet up again you keep fixing his collar and he keeps touching your lower back like he physically cannot not be touching you.

-When photographers shout:

“Kiss!”

He leans in and whispers something that makes you laugh instead. That photo becomes the photo.

-He’s up for several awards but you’ve been invited to announce one of the categories he’s up for this year

-You’re more nervous about the thought of him not winning than actually going up on stage to announce it

-He keeps pep talking you saying you’ll do brilliant. He takes one of your hands in his to stop you fidgeting

-when the cameras pan around the celebrity’s in the crowd he’s always oblivious, he’s too focused on you instead

-When it’s time for you to announce the award you slip away from Aitch with one last worrying look from you while he blows you a kiss

-You walk on stage in full presenter mode. You put on the act of being calm, professional and glowing. The camera cuts to him in the audience.

-He looks so proud it’s actually sickening.

-You finally say “And the award goes to…”

Pause. You open the envelope.

“Aitch”

-You couldn’t hold back your excitement a massive grin on your face

-The place erupts.

He looks genuinely shocked for half a second. Then Instead of walking normally to the stage, he runs. But not to the mic. To you.

-He lifts you off the ground and spins you in front of everyone. The audience is screaming. He whispers: “You’re my good luck charm”

-The mic only picks up your gasp of surprise

-You hand him the award while laughing because this was NOT in rehearsal.

-He does his speech, thanks his team, his family… “And obviously her. Wouldn’t be here without her, man”

-Camera cuts to you trying not to cry.

Backstage:

-He keeps the award in one hand and you in the other.

-He absolutely refuses to let go of you.

-The backstage photos are even more intimate than the carpet ones. Because he cannot keep his hands off you

-He keeps kissing your temple.

-And when your finally alone and the excitements not worn off yet he pulls you in to a very passionate and possessive kiss

FOR THE PEOPLE

angry ginge

Angry Ginge had streamed hundreds of times.

Big streams. Loud streams. Chaotic streams.

But this one?

This one had his heart racing for a completely different reason.

Because you were in the room.

Usually, you stayed off camera. You’d sit on the bed behind him, legs tucked under you, quiet little smiles whenever chat mentioned you. If they heard your voice, it was soft and quick — a shy “hi” before you disappeared again.

Tonight was different.

He’d told you earlier, half-joking, half-serious,

“Y’know you’re allowed to actually be in it, yeah? You don’t have to hide.”

You’d just rolled your eyes. “I’m not hiding.”

“Course you are,” he’d teased. “You’re like some mysterious DLC character.”

You’d smacked his arm for that.

Now the stream was live.

Chat was flying. He was mid-story about training when you walked properly into frame for the first time ever. Not just the edge of your hoodie sleeve. Not just your hand passing him a drink.

You.

Fully.

On camera.

He clocked it immediately.

His words stopped mid-sentence.

Chat went feral.

“WAIT SHE’S ON CAM”

“OH MY GOD”

“GINGE REVEAL???”

“SHE’S ACTUALLY REAL”

You didn’t shrink back.

That’s what hit him.

You didn’t look at the floor. You didn’t hide behind his chair.

You sat down next to him.

“Hi,” you said, properly. Looking at the lens. Smiling.

Confident.

Comfortable.

He just stared at you for a second like you’d grown another head.

“You alright?” you laughed.

He blinked. “You’re… you’re just… sitting there.”

“Yeah?” you grinned. “Is that allowed?”

Chat was spamming hearts.

He leaned back in his chair slowly, eyes still on you.

“You’ve never done this before.”

“I know.”

“And you’re not panicking?”

“No.”

“And you’re talking?”

You nudged him. “Shut up.”

He turned to the camera, dramatically clutching his chest.

“She’s evolved. She’s actually evolved.”

You rolled your eyes but you were glowing. That’s what he couldn’t get over. You weren’t forcing it. You weren’t awkward. You were just… you.

At one point chat asked you a question directly.

Instead of looking at him to answer for you like you usually would, you leaned forward and read it yourself.

“Yes, I do bully him,” you said sweetly. “Daily.”

He gasped. “You can’t switch sides like that!”

“I’m for the people now.”

The confidence.

The banter.

The way you laughed without covering your face.

He went quieter after that — not in a bad way. Just watching you interact. Watching chat warm to you instantly. Watching you be yourself without shrinking.

When you reached over to steal a crisp from his packet like it was the most natural thing in the world, he just smiled at you.

Soft.

Proper soft.

Later in the stream, someone donated:

“GINGE SHE’S SO COMFY WE LOVE HER”

He read it out loud, voice a bit gentler.

“Yeah,” he said. “Me too.”

You didn’t notice the way he looked at you then.

Not nervous.

Not protective.

Not worried about chat.

Just proud.

After the stream ended and he clicked it off, you were still buzzing.

“That wasn’t that bad,” you admitted.

He stood up and pulled you into him instantly.

“Not that bad?” he repeated. “You were unreal.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I’m not. You were just… you. And you didn’t hide. I liked that.”

You smiled into his hoodie.

“I felt safe,” you said quietly.

That made him go still for a second.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He squeezed you a little tighter.

“Good,” he muttered. “You should. Always.”

And from that stream on?

You weren’t the mysterious DLC character anymore.

You were part of it.

And he’d never looked prouder.

this was a request

i don’t like this much tho