#angryginge13

Ginge and Jack were the next two to get into the car. Aitch excitedly dapped Ginge up when they saw each other, as they're already mates on the outside.

That night the four of you ate steak, met the other camp mates and then slept in the comfy beds.

The next ten days consisted of constant hunger, gruesome trials, chores and lots of boredom.

Though throughout your time you'd made twelve new friends.

You and Ginge seemed to always gravitate towards each other, if you were sitting at the fire pit he'd always sit next to you, your beds were right across from each other and as you'd both been assigned the washing up duty you had loads of time to sit alone and chat.

You found him to be quite a comforting presence throughout this crazy experience.

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One night you were going to collect water when you'd walked in on Morgan sat on a bench at the edge of camp.

When you realised he was crying and he looked up at you, not with embarrassment but relief, you silently sat next to him, not touching, just there.

"Wanna talk about it?" You'd asked quietly.

"Just missing family," he'd replied simply, sniffing slightly.

You rested your head on his shoulder.

He smiled softly.

"Don't know what I'd do without you in here," he had muttered, voice still a little crackly.

"Hm," you'd smiled, "I'm always here to talk if you need to Ginge. I know your mum and nan and whole family are so incredibly proud of you."

The both of you eventually stood and he pulled you into a warm hug.

"Ready to go back?" You'd asked.

He nodded and together you returned to camp, both feeling a little bit lighter.

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This morning you woke up after what you assumed was only a few hours sleep.

Groggily, you peeked out of your sleeping bag to look over at Ginge, who was also still in bed.

"Morning," he muttered, voice horse.

You hummed and smiled in response, "mornin'."

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, turning on his side.

You sighed.

"Shit?"

"Shit," you confirmed.

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After eventually getting up and ready for the day you ate some of the rice that one of the camp mates had put on before everyone had to sit around the fire to wait for Ant and Dec to come down.

As per usual Ginge sat next to you, smiling politely as he did so.

"Good morning!" Dec sang as the two men appeared before the group.

"Morning!" Everyone cheered at the same time, though none of you were particularly happy to see them since they were about to tell you who's facing today's trial.

As they list off each person and you wait for your name you anxiously twiddle your thumbs.

"Aitch... it's not you."

"Get in!" he muttered.

"Ginge... it might be you," Ant announced.

"Brilliant," he smiled sarcastically.

You were the last one, and you knew what that meant.

"So that means y/n, it might be you!"

"Oh god," you groaned.

Ginge's hand landed on your knee, silently comforting you.

"Alright, Ginge and y/n the public have decided the person they want to see face this trial is... y/n! We'll see you down at the trial clearing later today."

You put your head in your hands and cursed.

"You'll be fine, honestly," Ginge reassured you.

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

A trial is not what you needed today after not having much sleep and barely any dinner last night. Plus everyone's hungry so the pressure is on to get stars.

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After getting ready Aitch and Ginge walked you to the bridge and waved you off.

You told yourself that everything was going to be fine as they took you to the trial clearing.

Once you finally got there you walked out to meet Ant and Dec and they told you about the trial you were going to be facing.

"You'll need to climb down into the chamber and crawl through different rooms to collect stars, and as I'm sure you know, you won't be alone in there," Ant explained.

"Yeah," you sighed, looking at the hole in the ground.

"Are you ready?" Dec asked.

You nodded. "I really just wanna get this over with."

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The trial started with a room full of rats, which you could deal with, though the cockroaches and mealworms falling on you were making it harder—you got two stars.

Next was crocks, they were snapping at you as you tried to untie the stars from the rope they were attached to, thankfully though, you got another two stars.

Then you had snakes, in which you also managed to get the full two stars, though the hissing was really freaky.

"No!" You screeched when the door opened to the next room... spiders.

You squealed as you crawled forward into the webs. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!"

Unfortunately you only got one of the stars in that room since it was taking too long and you didn't want to waste the little time you had.

Next, you crawled into a pool full of slime and fish guts, it stank and felt disgusting.

You couldn't find a single star in that room and you were quickly running out of time so you moved on.

Finally, you had to get into a pool filled with all sorts of water creatures.

"Shit," you cursed as you looked at the stars that were under the water.

"y/n you've got thirty seconds to get these last two stars!" Ant yelled.

You ducked down under the water and tried to unbolt the stars as quickly as possible.

Finally one came off and you rose to the surface before quickly putting it in your bag.

"Times up! Let's get you out of there!" Dec called.

Before you could even process what was happening the bottom of the pool opened and you slid down some sort of slide along with the water until you ended up outside, back where you'd began.

A little bewildered, you looked up at the boys before you.

They both laughed as you stood up to join them.

"That was insane," you huffed.

You counted the stars in your bag, "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight."

You sighed.

"That's really good, eight out of twelve," Dec said after seeing how deflated you looked.

"I guess so. Everyone's just so hungry so I wanted to do a little bit better than that," you explained.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be really pleased with that," Ant reassured.

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The boys were right, everyone was really happy with eight and clapped when you told them.

You'd just not had the best day and wanted to get the most amount of stars for everyone, which is why you felt so shitty about it.

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Dinner came and was served hours later and thankfully the portions were sufficient enough for all of you.

Just as you finished eating Lisa and Shauna, who were sat next to you, started speaking about their families and how much they were missing them.

You kept your head down but after a minute you quickly put your bowl away and headed out of camp.

You didn't realise that Ginge had been watching you carefully all day, since he knew something was up, and you definitely didn't notice him getting up from his spot at the campfire to follow you.

Tears started rolling down your face as soon as you started walking down the path.

Once you were far enough away, Ginge jogged to catch up with you.

"Hey!"

You stopped.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, grabbing your hand from behind so you'd face him.

You turned to him, cheeks wet.

His eyebrows furrowed worriedly, eyes searching your face.

"I'm fine, I just-" you choked on your words and he immediately pulled you into his chest.

You sobbed for a good minute before eventually calming down.

He smiled softly once you parted.

"I'm just so overwhelmed and the girls started talking about missing their families and it just set me off," you explained.

He brought his hands up to your cheeks to wipe your tears with his thumbs.

"I get it. Plus you had to do that shitty trial. It's totally normal to get upset y/n," he comforted you.

You smiled. "Thanks for letting me cry on your shirt."

He chuckled quietly. "Anytime."

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Three months later...

After getting out of the jungle everyone remained in Australia for a few days and you spent the majority of your time with Ginge, just this time without any cameras.

But when you arrived home you both got busy and didn't see each other for a while, though you still messaged occasionally.

Then, out of the blue he texted you asking to meet up for dinner.

You live about forty five minutes away from each other so you met in the middle at a restaurant he'd picked and booked for the two of you.

For some reason your heart was racing when the uber dropped you off outside, which was weird since you hadn't once felt nervous about Ginge.

Maybe it was because this date was crossing the line from friends to... something else? ...maybe?

Once you said hi, hugged and sat down you fell right back into the kind of easy conversations and funny banter that you'd had in the jungle.

After eating, he insisted on paying before walking with you outside to call you an uber.

Ten minutes later the car pulled up and he opened the door.

You paused for a moment as you went to get in, his hand protectively on your back.

"Thanks for dinner. I had a great time."

He smiled, "yeah, me too."

You looked into each other's eyes for a moment longer before you leant forward to place a quick kiss to his lips.

He didn't let you get far as he pulled you back into him, the both of you sharing another kiss, though this time it was much deeper and more meaningful.

"I've been wanting to do that since the jungle," he admitted quietly.

You smirked. "Me too," you whispered into his ear.

He stepped back and let you finally get into the car.

"See you soon?" he asked.

You nodded before he shut the door and the driver drove off.

The next day a picture of the two of you kissing next to the taxi was plastered all over social media and the news, though it seemed the general response was that everyone "knew it was coming." and that "their chemistry in the jungle made it obvious."

After that night you and Morgan couldn't stay away from each other.

“First thing I’m doin’,” he said suddenly, voice low and excited, “is driving to see my nana. You’re coming with me, yeah?”

“Of course,” you said with a grin, sliding your hand into his. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Morgan smirked, but it was soft this time, the kind that made your chest squeeze. “Good. You know I can’t leave you alone for five minutes. Been away too long.” You glanced over at him. “I’ve missed you,” you murmured.

He reached across, brushing his thumb along your knuckle. “Love… I’ve missed you more. Every single day. Didn’t think I could wait another second to see you again.” You smiled, leaning slightly against him as he drove, heart still thudding. “I kept thinking about this moment… about finally seeing you.”

Morgan’s gaze softened. “Me too. It’s been… it’s been unbearable without you. Can’t even explain it.” By the time you arrived at his nana’s house, Morgan was practically vibrating with excitement. He threw open the car door and practically ran to the front gate. “Nana!” he called, voice ringing through the quiet street. “Look who’s here!”

His nana’s face lit up immediately, her eyes warm, cheeks rosy. “Morgan!” She enveloped him in a tight hug. And then her gaze fell on you, brightening even more. “Ah… and you’ve come too! Love! So glad you’re here!”

You stepped forward, hugging her, feeling the immediate warmth of her embrace. “Of course,” you said. “I wouldn’t miss it"

Morgan leaned against the doorframe behind you, smirking, still watching you both with that lazy, affectionate grin. “Oi… can’t even get a minute with her without you stickin’ to me,” he murmured, voice playful but low, eyes glinting.

Nana chuckled, shaking her head. “I think it’s sweet. You two are like glue. Can’t keep apart, can you?”

Morgan’s grin softened, eyes flicking to yours. He stepped closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side as if claiming you without words. “Nah, nana… been apart too long. I’m never lettin’ her go again,” he said softly, voice thick with emotion.

You laughed through your tears, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, leaning against him.

The house smelled faintly of baking bread and her signature tea, and every corner seemed welcoming and warm. Nana fussed over you both, pouring tea into mismatched cups and insisting you try some of her freshly baked scones. “You’ll spoil him, love,” she said with a wink, “but he’s lucky to have you.”

You smiled, feeling your heart swell. “I think I’m the lucky one,” you said softly, glancing at Morgan, who was watching you with that lazy, affectionate grin that made your knees weak.

He couldn’t keep still, though, not after weeks in the jungle. Every few minutes, he’d press a quick kiss to your temple or squeeze your hand, leaning against you, whispering in your ear: “Missed you, love… can’t get enough of you,” or, with a smirk, “Oi, you’re supposed to be helping nana, not making me all soft.”

You laughed through your tears, letting him cling like he hadn’t touched you in months. “You survived the jungle,” you murmured, “and now you’re just… all mine.”

Morgan chuckled, pulling you against him again. “Guilty as charged,” he whispered. “After weeks of muck and bugs… I’m never lettin’ go of you.”

The afternoon drifted by in laughter and quiet moments. You helped Nana tidy the kitchen, listening to her stories about Morgan as a boy. his mischief, his stubbornness, how he used to drag her everywhere. Every so often, Morgan would sneak up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder or brushing a hand along your back. Each touch made your chest warm, the tension of the last few weeks melting away.

“You see?” Nana said with a satisfied smile, watching him cling to you like a limpet. “I told you. He can’t keep away from you. Always after your attention.”

Morgan grinned, leaning back with you pressed against his side. “See, love?” he whispered. “Can’t even get five minutes without me stickin’ to you.”

You laughed softly, heart full. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

By the time the evening rolled in and the sky turned a soft pink outside, it was clear: Morgan may have won the jungle, but here, sitting with his nana, holding you, all three of you laughing and teasing, he’d won something even bigger. Something warmer, gentler, and infinitely more precious.

He rested his forehead against yours one last time before standing, tired but radiant. You pressed a kiss to his chest, inhaling the familiar scent of him, heart aching with pride and love.

Morgan squeezed you gently, smiling at Nana, who shook her head and laughed. “Proper family now, eh?”

- As big as Ginge now is he never expected to end up with a pop star. Especially not her. He looks at her some times and just thinks “wow”

- She on the other hand is obsessed with how normal he is. She thinks he’s so down to earth and humble. He’s not fake like most people in her industry. He’s just him

- Their lives seem completely opposite. She lives glamorously, scheduled, full of glitter. He’s chaotic, loud, and spontaneous

- She comes home from recording and just finds him screaming on stream

- He immediately softens when he sees her though. A complete personality switch

- He tries to cook for her all the time. He’s not amazing but he gets the job done. The boys always try to sabotage him. She’s a good sport though

- He loves her and supports her but sometimes he hates how intense a life of fame can be. Especially when the paps get involved

- Extremely protective when they go out though. There’s so many videos of him screaming at paparazzi

- If anyone ever disrespects her, he’s 100% the type to go off on stream to defend her

- Their fans start calling him an overly protective goblin.

- He isn’t ashamed of the name though. He takes pride in defending his girl

- Late nights are their thing together. She’ll come home after recording, and once he’s finished streaming they’ll just sit together, cuddled up and talk about their days

- He’s surprisingly affectionate. He’s always touching her, hands on her waist, always pulling her closer, kissing her.

- She definitely writes songs about him. She jokingly denies it but they both know. The fans know

- He goes to her shows and is her biggest fan. He’s filmed screaming along, dancing, hyping her up

- If he stays back stage he’s a lot calmer, more grounded because he knows she’s nervous and wants to be her support system

- If she is nervous he just keeps cracking jokes to try and calm her down

- The Bov boys totally take the piss out of him for pulling a pop star

- She gets along with them so well. She cracks jokes with them and she can definitely the heat of their jokes

- Sometimes he gets insecure because he feels as though he doesn’t fit into her world but she genuinely loves everything about him

- Sometimes they argue because both of their schedules are so busy and they’re stressed out and finding the time for each other is difficult

- She hates going to bed on bad terms so sometimes she’ll find herself finding him while he’s streaming and just sit with him.

- He always pull her closer when she does

- They’ll talk it out once the stream is over. The make up is always soft and calm.

- He has all her songs in his playlist

- He listens to her songs on stream and constantly hypes her up

- He is always the first to listen to unreleased music

- Unless it’s specifically about him because then she likes to surprise him

- His nickname for her is superstar. He’ll casually call her ‘his superstar’ on stream

- She genuinely brings so much colour and excitement into his life

- Meanwhile he’s her calm and is just her peace after a hard day

- They’re from completely different worlds but they fit together so perfectly

Lando was streaming fortnite with Morgan (AngryGinge), Max (F), and Ethan, when he said something that caused more than laughter from Morgans end of the call.

“Y/n, god bless her heart, is not my girlfriend.” Ginge had to quickly say before any misconceptions were thought.

“But- I- You were linking arms all throughout the time you were in Monaco?” Lando replied, a look of confusion and disbelief on his face. “Prove she isn’t. Call her right now!”

Ginge simply shrugged and grabbed his phone, scrolling his contacts and landing on you.

It rung twice before your voice- on speaker- was played down Morgan’s mic.

“What do you want?”

“Fuck me, wanna be a bit nicer.”

“No, not really…” There was a pause where no one said anything, “Well what do you want, Morgan? I am busy!”

“I love you,” He was trying to bait you.

You laughed loudly- so loud the mic cut out a few times- “Have you drank? Call your girlfriend not me!” You chuckled before hanging up on him.

Ginge stared blankly at his camera, knowing Lando was watching. “Was that enough proof, Lando?”

Lando ignored him, although very satisfied,  “So~ Who’s your girlfriend Ginge?”

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A few weeks later, Morgan extended another invitation to Monaco, which you eagerly accepted, thrilled at the prospect of a free trip. Upon meeting up at Manchester Airport, Morgan was relentless with his vlogging, capturing every moment up close—from your reunion at the terminal, to boarding the plane, takeoff, the in-flight experience, landing, and even baggage claim. Every opportunity he had, his camera was practically shoved up your nose.

When Lando arrived to pick you both up, Max was also recording, documenting Lando for his own channel. It was impossible to miss—especially for you—the way Lando looked at you with literal heart-eyes as you stepped out of the Nice-Côte d’Azur airport in the south of France.

"Good morning!" you cheerfully greeted, pulling your suitcase behind you with a coffee in hand.

Lando could barely muster a response, causing Max to chuckle behind the camera. Lando's attention was entirely on you during the drive to the hotel, to the point where he nearly crashed.

Your hotel room was charming, featuring a large bed, a stylish bathroom with a huge mirror, and a lovely view of the Monaco streets.

Unsurprisingly, Lando was quick to offer his assistance, suggesting he come up to your room to "help unpack and whatever."

You smiled gratefully as Lando heaved your 15kg case up the flight of stairs to your room, his muscles straining with the effort. "Thanks, Lan," you said, flashing him a warm smile. "I really appreciate it."

"It's nothing, I'd do it all over again for you," he replied, a deep blush creeping up his neck. Then, out of nowhere, he asked, "You don't have a boyfriend, right?"

You shook your head, no, and a heavy silence settled between you, tinged with disappointment that he didn't continue to speak.

Lando began helping you put your clothes into the wardrobe, his hands moving deftly until he reached your underwear. Suddenly, he seemed paralyzed, his eyes darting around the room, trying to look anywhere but at the intimate garments.

"Lando, I googled you. I know you're not shy about seeing people's underwear," you teased, a playful glint in your eye.

"Hey!" he retorted, his face flushing even redder. "You shouldn't believe everything you see!"

You gave him a pointed look. "You believed I was sleeping with Morgan..."

He huffed in frustration. "Rightly so... I mean I would—" He abruptly stopped, his words hanging in the air.

"What, you'd sleep with Morgan?" you laughed, but the humor faded as you saw the mortified expression on his face. Lando looked utterly flustered, as if he wished the ground would swallow him whole.

You stopped laughing, suddenly aware of the tension. His eyes were wide, nervous, and embarrassed, almost traumatized by what he had just admitted... out loud... in front of the girl he was clearly talking about.

"Oh, right," you said, your voice trailing off. You knew exactly what you wanted to say, but the words caught in your throat. You desperately wanted to kiss him right then and there.

"I—sorry—erm," he stammered, his voice shaky. "I'll talk to you later."

He moved faster than the cars he drove, practically fleeing from your hotel room, leaving you standing there with your heart racing and your mind spinning.

Later that night, Morgan waited outside your door, poised to dive into the allure of Monegasque nightclubs. You adorned a stunning, shimmering top paired with elegant black trousers, exuding understated glamour. Sharing an Uber, the anticipation built, though Lando was initially nowhere to be found. However, Max had secured a booth, complete with a large pitcher of an enticing orange cocktail, surrounded by a few unfamiliar faces.

One drink in, Lando sauntered over and playfully collapsed into the booth beside you. His hair, slightly tousled, added to his charming dishevelment. Clad in a simple jean-top combo and a watch that undoubtedly cost more than your annual rent, he exuded effortless style. The club thrummed with energy, the pulsating strobe lights and the dance-club remix of Nelly Furtado's "Say It Right" filling the air.

Lando's drunken smile was captivating, his eyes locked onto yours, his skin aglow under the club lights, making him look irresistibly beautiful. "Hi," he murmured dreamily, patting your thigh a few times before resting his hand there.

"Y'alright, Lan?" you asked, amused.

"Y'alright!" he mimicked with a laugh. "I love your voice, your accent, and your face. Such a beautiful face," he slurred.

You laughed, "How many drinks have you had?"

He widened his eyes in response, silently conveying the answer: "a lot."

While the table engaged in lively conversation, Lando's attention remained on you, murmuring your name just to gaze into your eyes, often letting his eyes drift to your lips.

"Why don't you like me?" he suddenly whispered in your ear, his face inches from yours.

"I like you," you replied, confused. He frowned, indicating that wasn't what he meant. "Yeah, I like-like you. I've never said I didn't."

"Like... like you'd hold hands and kiss me?"

You smiled, "Ask me when you're sober."

The next day, you woke with only a slight nausea, the remnants of the night before. As you stepped out of the shower and dressed for the day's filming, a knock echoed through the hotel. Opening the door, you found Lando, holding a bouquet of lilies, a bright smile on his face.

"What are you doing—and how are you not hungover?" you asked, surprised.

"I drink green smoothies... Anyway, I'm here to officially ask you on a real date," he declared, "with me. Right now."

Taking the lilies from his outstretched hands, you nodded. "Yeah—let me dry my hair first, bu—"

Before you could finish, Lando grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of the room, quickly snatching your keycard from the table and shutting the door behind you. "You look beautiful, and I cannot wait any longer to not see you on a date with me. So, we are leaving. Now."

You groaned, feeling the damp ends of your hair.