#establishedrelationshipginge

📸 “Babe?” You walked into the living room, barefoot with just Morgan’s hoodie and some pyjama shorts on. Your phone in hand, recording Morgan on the sly as he sat in front of the TV on his phone. You walked over to him, noticing he was paying you no mind as he text someone back.

“Morgan?” You tried again, this time settling into his lap with your knees straddling him. His arms opened as if on autopilot to hug you.

“What’s all this? What’s up?” He shut his phone off and turned to you, completely oblivious to the camera behind his head as your arms settled around his neck.

“I have to tell you something.” You say quietly. You try not to laugh. “You’re not gonna like it.”

He smiles but he’s confused. “Okay.” He laughs a little bit. “What’s wrong?”

“I…” you sigh. “I can’t pay the mortgage this month.” You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself laughing but you ultimately fail as Morgan bursts out laughing.

“What? You think it’s funny that I’m poor?” You furrow your eyebrows as if you’re annoyed but you can’t help the smile on your face.

“You’ve never paid a penny towards the mortgage since we got it 5 years ago.” He laughs. You try to be serious with him but your laugh gives you away. “Is this some sort of TikTok thing? Where’s the camera?” He tries to look behind him.

“There’s no camera. I’m being serious.” You laugh.

“Ok, love.” He spots your phone behind him, clearly recording. “Well, don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.” He puts his arms around you and pulls you in close, kissing your forehead. “Can’t pay the fuckin’ mortgage.” He laughs again, repeating you. “Next fucking joke.”

“Hey!” You swat his chest lightly.

📸 “What I wanna know is how that’s not a red card? Is the ref fuckin’ alright?” He’s watching the football highlights from today. You smirk as you come upstairs in your dressing gown, an idea coming to mind. Morgan hears your footsteps, he’s used to you wandering around the house when he’s streaming. What he isn’t used to is what happens next.

You stand in the doorway a smirk on your face.

“Alright love?” He looks at you. His eyes widen when you open the top of your dressing gown. Giving him an eyeful of your bare tits before walking off.

He looks at the camera and swallows.

“Well, that’s the end of the stream then. See you later, chat.” He runs out of the room, stream still running because he knows it’ll get clipped.

What the fuck has just happened?

What did she say?

I’m so confused 😭

Eventually the chat manage to get it out of him and he tells them what happened.

📸 Morgan lays with his legs crossed over each other. He’s paying you no mind as you do a haul for your TikTok account, you’ve been recording for about 5 minutes to try and make it believable.

“So I got these pyjamas from H&M, they have little hearts on.” You show the camera. “Morgan, can you get out so I can change please?”

“Hm?” He looks up. “What?”

“Get out, I have to change. It’s a try on haul.”

“Get out? Are you alright?”

“Fine, I’ll just go and get changed in the bathro-“ You pick the clothes up and go to leave.

“No you won’t. You’ll get changed here. Like you always do. What the fuck is this all about?” That’s when you start to break a little and a smile starts to form on your face. “This better be some sort of TikTok thing. Trust me I’ve seen every inch of you love and I’m staying right here, so get your kit off.”

“Morgan!” You swat him playfully with your clothes and turn the camera off.

📸 You start filming. Immediately you gasp.

“Oh my god.” You whisper loud enough so Ginge can hear as you sit and watch a film together.

“What?” He looks at you. “What?!”

“I’ve just seen Heinz on tinder.” You look at Morgan, your face shocked.

“Heinz? Surely not. He’s with Cara. He wouldn’t do that.”

“No, Morgan. I did, I just saw him.”

“On tinder? Heinz?”

“Yes!”

“What the fuck, maybe it’s a fake. It’s got to be. Wait - what the fuck are you doin-“ He sits up now. “What are you doing on fuckin’ tinder?”

You burst out laughing and he throws a pillow at you.

“Knobhead.” He laughs as he shakes his head.

📸 “Hi guys, I’m in Qatar. We just got here last night for Match for Hope which is exciting. I thought I’d film my skincare for you all.” You start filming, Morgan’s pottering about in the hotel room behind you.

“You excited for the match Morgan?” You ask him, just so you know he can definitely hear you.

“Yeah, can’t wait. Postman’s back.” You laugh and raise your eyebrows at the camera.

“Yeah, so I don’t think I really said but we’re back for Match for Hope this week. Third year running. I’m staying in this gorgeous hotel with my current boyfriend. It’s gonna be so nice.”

Morgan pops his head around the corner of the bathroom.

“Your what?”

“I’m staying in a nice hotel?” You look at him.

“No, the part after that. Your what boyfriend?”

You start to laugh.

“You want to hope I didn’t hear that right love or your ‘current’ boyfriend will send you straight back to Manchester.”

“Sorry. Love you.” You say as he walks back off.

“Yeah, whatever ‘current’ girlfriend.”

“Hey! It’s not funny when you do it!” You turn off your camera.

📸 “Hi guys, we’re gonna play princess treatment or bare minimum. My lovely boyfriend has finally agreed to film with me for once.”

“Thought you could do with some more views on here.” He smirks at the camera.

“Yeah…right.” You roll your eyes jokingly. “Anyway, so I’m going to read a statement to you and you have to say if it’s princess treatment or bare minimum. If you get it wrong…” You hold up a water gun. “I get to shoot you…with water.”

“How can I get it wrong, it’s an opinion?”

“Nope, they all have a correct answer.”

“Fine, go on.” He sighs.

“Paying for my nails every 3 weeks.” You hold up the water gun.

He smirks. “Princess treatment.”

“Wrong!” You squirt him with the water gun.

“What the fuck! It’s princess treatment but I still do it?”

“Bare minimum hun. Next one.” You look down at your notes. “Posting pictures of us on your instagram.”

“Bare minimum.”

“Correct! Well done.”

“Learned that the hard way.” He clears his throat and looks at the camera. You go to load up the water gun again. “I’m joking! I’m joking! Next one.”

“Giving me your jacket on a night out when I’m cold.”

He sighs. “Bare minimum, but it’s fucking annoying that by the way.”

“How’s that annoying?”

“Because it’s every time, just dress for the fucking weather then we wouldn’t have this issue.”

“Umm…do you want a hot, sexy, drop dead gorgeous girlfriend or not? I’ll stick to my mini dresses, thank you.”

“Right.” He gives up.

“Swapping food with me if I prefer what you ordered.”

“Princess treatment, oh my god. You can’t say that’s not. You know I do it but that is mad high maintenance.”

You giggle a little bit.

“Yeah, ok. I’ll give you that, fairs.”

“Last one, buying me a surprise from the shop even when I said I don’t want anything.”

“Bare minimum.” He rolls his eyes. “Again, annoying as fuck.”

“Yay! Well done, you did really good.” You kiss his forehead. “Say bye to everyone.” You go to turn the video off.

“Bye guys.” He waves.

📸 You walked through the door, camera already rolling as you dropped your keys in the bowl.

“Oh my god.” You say as you see Morgan. “That was so painful.”

“Really? You normal say it’s not that bad.” Morgan looks up from the food he’s cooking.

“I dunno, I guess it was someone new who did it. Not as gentle as Chloe usually is.” You sigh. Morgan hums and nods, going back to his cooking. “It was so awkward though, when I had to get undressed infront of him. Like I was bright red-“

“Sorry? Who?” Morgan turns to look at you, stopping what he’s doing completely.

“The man who did my wax.” You look at him.

“A man did your wax?” He looks at you dead in the eye.

“Yeah, he must be new. Probably just covering for Chloe whilst she’s away on holiday-“

“What the fuck?!” He turns to face you fully now.

“He said he loves his job, he’s been doing it for ages-“

“Well, I fuckin’ bet he loves his job. Are you mad?” He laughs now. “He’s probably some absolute weirdo-“

“No, he was really nice.”

Morgan stills.

“You’re taking the piss.” He turns back to his cooking as if to not entertain you. “Tell you what, I’ll go and get my cock and balls done off Chloe, how about that then?”

You start to laugh. “I don’t see the problem.”

“Don’t see the problem. Pass me some wax strips, I’ll have a go next time.” There’s silence for a bit as you laugh.

Warnings: none, fluff

Summary: Morgan comforts reader by introducing her to everyone at Soccer Aid

Masterlist

Morgan and Reader are getting ready for the first soccer aid training day. It was Readers first time. She had played soccer when she was younger before she met Morgan.

Reader: I’m actually kind of nervous Morg. What if I’ve lost my touch.

Morgan: It’s normal to be nervous y/n. Don’t worry I’ve got you. Everyone’s lovely there aswell.

He gives her a quick hug and kiss and they make their way out to meet everyone.

Chloe and Gk Barry run straight over to Reader. Reader already knows both Chloe and Gk as she had been invited on both of their podcasts in the past where she absolutely outed Morgan

Chloe: Y/n yay, so good to see you again

Gk: Please tell me you’re as bad as we are.

Morgan: I don’t know ladies she’s quite talented

Reader knows immediately what Morgan means by the smirk on his face. She’s blushing and gives him a playful nudge. The girls laugh.

Reader: Alright on that note let’s see how talented I actually am

She winks back at Morgan as he stands watching her with a grin on his face and his arms folded. He gets talking to Sam Thompson while reader and the girls look for a football. Reader is up next on penalties and scores top right. Everyone cheers and she makes her way back to Morgan.

Morgan: Well done love didn’t doubt you for a second.

He gives her hug and then introduces her to Sam. Reader was a big fan of Sam in the jungle. She loved how funny and down to earth he was.

Morgan: Sam, this is my girlfriend y/n

Sam: Yes y/n no way, me and my girlfriend are obsessed with you.

Reader: Aw that’s sweet thank you. You did amazing in the jungle. Congratulations on the win by the way.

Sam: Thanks y/n. I’m sure Morgan has told you it was much harder then it looks

Reader: Don’t worry he dosent fail to mention it at least once a day

That sets Sam off in laughter as well as Morgan.

Morgan: You should be honoured. Getting to share a bed with the King of the Jungle.

Reader: See what I mean

Suddenly Tobi joins the conversation alongside none other than Olly Murs. Morgan slid his hand around her shoulders comforting her as he knew she was getting slightly nervous again. Morgan eased her into the conversation at the start however she soon came out of her shell, just like Morgan knew she would.

It was now around 2pm and Reader and Morgan decided to head for something quick to eat in the hotel before the had to do more media for Soccer Aid.

Reader: Thanks for, you know introducing me to everyone. You’re the best

Morgan: Of course love and I knew you’d smash the football side of it.

Off Stream (featuring Ginge’s Mrs and Hev)

Warnings - talks of sex, talks of kinks, girl convo basically, mentions of virginity and losing virginity.

MDNI

(I hope you enjoy, I wanted to make it longer but this was actually quite difficult to write.)

“Sometimes I just can’t be arsed doing all the work, you know? Like my legs HURT. But pass me a drink and I’m ready, one sip of wine and I’ll do anything that man asks.” You giggled with Heather, both of you a couple of glasses of wine deep now.

The boys had asked if you’d film a girls episode for their podcast today, with the promise of a few drinks and no limitations, it seemed like an interesting idea.

“I have no idea how much of this will make the cut but you’re so right. I’m like a pornstar after a drink, seriously. It’s shocking.” Heather agreed.

“I know…so what was the question again?” You looked down at your iPad. “Oh! Morgan’s favourite sex position? Hmmmm…tough one. He likes reverse cowgirl ALOT but like I say, special occasions only, my thighs can’t take it.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I’d probably say cowgirl for Mikey too. Probably because he doesn’t get it often.” You both giggled.

“You know, Morgan absolutely has a thing for slapping and grabbing my face. It’s like a kink or something.” You smirked. “Not mad about it to be fair.”

You both burst out laughing.

“Ok, we’ve also been told you guys have sent in some dilemmas to us. Fuck knows how much help we’ll be but we can try.” Heather laughed, holding her wine glass.

“So, first dilemma.” You began to read the viewers email. “Hi Y/N and Hev, writing to you for some advice. I’m 21 and I really want to lose my virginity. I’ve never had a boyfriend before but I can’t help but think there’s something weird about me because I can’t relate when my friends talk about their first times. Please help! Do I just lose it and get it over with? Or do I wait it out? Love you both!”

“Awww that’s really sweet, love you too.” Heather smiled at the camera.

“Yeah, love you too.” You smiled too. “So, thoughts?” You looked at Heather.

“Wait it out. Absolutely. You’re not weird, it’s your choice and it’ll happen when it’s supposed to. You don’t need to follow the crowd. It’s ok to not be ready.”

“Yeah, I agree. I think there’s this huge misconception that your first time is so magical and special, and don’t get me wrong I imagine it can be. But honestly, disappointed to say the least when I lost mine.”

Heather laughed, “yeah you’re telling me. Yours wasn’t with Ginge was it?”

You burst out laughing. “Noooo. No, it wasn’t Morgan. But my first time with him was definitely more special. Because I knew what I wanted, I felt confident, I loved him, you know? It wasn’t in some random place I didn’t know, with someone I didn’t care about. My proper first time was exactly that, I was doing it because all of my friends were.”

“Wait, have you ever said about your first time with Ginge?” Heather smirked.

“Oh my god, no.” Your cheeks blushed pink as you spoke like you were friends with every listener. “Guys.” You laughed. “Beano walked in on me getting cracked by Morgan for the very first time.” You put your hand over your face and Heather couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not even lying, I wish I was.”

“I still can’t believe that happened. Did he see anything?”

“Heather, are you joking? I was riding that man like there’s no tomorrow. Thankfully, he just got the back of me before Morgan literally screamed at him.” You laughed, your cheeks blushed at the memory. “Anyway, back to the dilemma, wait it out. It’s your choice but I think you’re doing yourself a disservice by doing it for others.”

“Ok, next one.” Heather read. “Hi girls, I have a dilemma. I’ve been with my boyfriend for 5 years now and I feel like our sexual chemistry is dulling down. We barely touch each other or even kiss. I can’t help but think it’s me and that he doesn’t want me anymore. I know this is slightly normal for a 5 year relationship but I just want to feel desired again. Any help would be appreciated.”

“Boooooooooo!” You shouted into the mic. “That was to your boyfriend, I’m sure you’re absolutely gorgeous and very desirable girl. I think what you need to do is have a conversation. Sit him down. You don’t even have to say you have this problem, just ask him what he likes, what’s he into, is there anything you can do together to spice things up again? Personally, I’m not against a hot new lingerie set and a night away but that’s just me.” You laugh. “But you know, maybe there’s something new he wants to try? Just have the conversation I think.”

“Yeah I agree, maybe wear his favourite colour or something? Take a trip to Ann Summers, who knows what kind of fun you can have?”

“Absolutely, we all know I’m usually sporting a red lingerie set for Ginge.” You giggled together. “But no, seriously it’s just a conversation. He’s your boyfriend, of course he loves and desires you. He’s probably just lost sight of what’s infront of him.”

“Ok let’s do some quick fire questions to finish this.” Heather read the iPad. “Who said ‘I love you’ first?”

“Morgan did.” You smiled at the memory. “I said it straight back though.”

“Cute. Who’s most likely to start an argument?”

“Ooooo…he’d say me but he can be aggy sometimes. Maybe me, if I’m on my period I’m not nice to be around.”

“Who’s the most dominant?”

“Ginge” you chuckled.

“Describe the day Morgan met your parents with 1 word.”

“Ooooo…lovely.”

“Who wanted who first?”

“It was actually me who liked Morgan first but he made the first move.”

“First impressions of Morgan’s streams?”

“Stupid and chaotic and honestly I still think that sometimes.”

“Ok, that’s all we have time for guys. I have no idea how much of that will be approved.” You shook your head and downed the rest of your wine. “Hope you loved the episode. Honestly this felt like we were on FaceTime. I just feel like we’ve just caught up for an hour.” You smiled at Heather.

“Yeah, I know. As if they call this their job.” She giggled. “Make sure to like and subscribe so we can come back and embarrass the boys even more.” You both smiled and waved.

“That’s your girlfriend right?” Ruby looks at the photo Morgan’s holding. A picture of his family and her at soccer aid. One of the proudest days of his life (and hers).

“Yeah, yeah. That’s my girlfriend.” He smiles warmly, he’d had a tough day. Crying alone by the creek like a baby at how difficult it was to be away from her. He’d never went this long without talking to her since they’d met.

“She’s beautiful.” Ruby smiles. “You two make a nice couple.”

“Thanks. Yeah, she’s gorgeous.” He laughs slightly at how much he’s exposing himself for the nation to see. “She’ll be pissing herself laughing at me and the spiders, y’know?”

“Really?” Ruby laughs. “She doesn’t seem the type, she looks kind.”

“She is kind but she knows how much I hate ‘em.” They both laugh together and he sighs.

“She’ll be proud of you for sure.”

“I hope so.” He sniffles slightly, still staring at the picture. “She’s why I do it all. She’s the one that convinced me to start.”

“Wow now look at you.”

“I know, I know.” He nods, smiling still. His thumb rubs over her face on the photograph. “We had nothing when we first got together. Well we were only 14 but even well up until we were 18/19, I’d struggle to buy her a birthday present.”

Ruby listened intently, letting him open up as much as he’s willing to.

“Not that she’d ever complain.”

“Nice girl.” Ruby nods, rubbing his back affectionately. “Keep hold of her.”

“Absolutely, she’s everything y’know? Can’t wait to see her after this.”

On the other side of the world, sat a lonely Mrs. She cried on their sofa watching him. Seeing how upset he was by himself next to the creek. She’d do anything to give him a hug. Then when his kind words came out, she couldn’t help the sob that escaped her.

“Sad one tonight sweetheart, love you loads ❤️ see you tomorrow.” The text came from Michelle who was clearly watching herself.

“Yeah, it’s just hard. I didn’t realise how difficult I’d find it actually.” The camera cuts to Morgan in the bush telegraph. “I keep telling myself it’s only 2 weeks but I’ve never not spoken to my family for that long.” He rubs his eyes from tears. “I just hope they’re all alright y’know? All looking after each other.” He laughs slightly. “Fuck sake, I’m gonna get absolutely rinsed for this.”

“If you could say one thing to her now, what would it be?” The camera cuts back to his conversation with Ruby.

Saving Grace (ft Ginge’s Mrs)

“Hello everyone, welcome back to another episode of Saving Grace and today we’ve got the queen on…it’s Reader!”

The studio bursts into a clap and you can’t help but blush and laugh. “Wow, I’ve never had an intro like that. Thank you.”

“Well I had to do you justice. How are we? How’s life?” Grace asks.

“Yeah, good. I’m all good thank you. How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good, yeah. You’re looking stun as always.”

“Aw thank you, thought I’d made an effort for you, y’know?”

“Absolutely. We are twinning though today, unplanned by the way.” You look down and notice you’re both wearing ‘kaiia’ tracksuits today.

“Oh my god yeah! What’s it that all the influencers say? Not an ad! Not spon guys.”

Grace laughs, “yeah, unless they want to. I’ll take free clothes, fine with me.”

“Yeah, me too.” You laugh.

“So, I thought we could start off with a little quick fire questions. Let’s just get to know you if some of our audience don’t already.”

“Ok, ok.” You sit up ready to answer.

“So, I want you to finish the sentence. The most unhinged dm I’ve ever received was…”

“Ohhh good one. Erm, the most unhinged dm I’ve ever received was from a certain Man City football player. I won’t name names. Basically saying that the doors open if god forbid, me and Morgan break up.” You laugh. Graces face drops.

“Oh my god. Really?”

“Yeah. That was pretty mental. It was just after the derby last year and yeah.”

“Did you respond?”

“Morgan did.” You laugh again at how outraged Grace is.

“Yeah, I bet he had a thing or two to say.” Grace nods.

“He did. Although I think he voice noted himself singing some United chant or something. I dunno. I don’t really follow football much but yeah.” You shrug.

“Wow. Well, go Ginge. Protect your girl.” Grace laughs. “Next one, my toxic trait is…”

“Oooo I take things to heart sometimes I think.”

“Really? And you live in the Bov house? How does that work?”

“It doesn’t.” You laugh. “But the boys know when enoughs enough. It’s only when they catch me on a bad day or something but yeah. I mean Beano, I didn’t speak to Beano for around 2 months because he made a comment about me being “too much” once.” Grace laughs as you roll your eyes. “I mean he needs to take a look at himself but I am really good at just cutting people off and not talking to them for ages. It was a bit of a nightmare for Morgan though.”

“Heinz is wild, I can’t believe he said you’re too much.” She laughs.

“Yeah, have you met Heinz?”

“Yeah, only once or twice. He’s well loud.”

“Exactly! This is my point.” You huff. “Right I need to stop talking about it because I’ll get pissed off again but yeah, I’m glad you agree.” You laugh.

“I know you’re close with them all but would you say Heinz is your favourite Bov boy?”

“I don’t do favourites but I’m definitely the closest to Beano, yeah. I mean we lived together for around 6 months and for almost a month of that Morgan was in the jungle so. He’s like a brother really, he kept me going when Morgan was away and there’s things in his life that I’ve been there for him as well. It’s a love hate thing but yeah, we do have fun when we’re on good terms.” You laugh.

“Aw cute. Next question, obviously Ginge is notoriously funny online. Is there anything he’s said that he’s had a telling off for? From you?”

“Oh my god, so many things. I dunno if you saw the clip. Him just casually telling everyone I’m a dirty bitch and that’s why he was late to stream?” You laugh as your cheeks blush. You shake your head disapprovingly.

“Oh my god, I have seen that.”

“Yeah I fucking bet you have, every man and his dogs seen that.” You laugh. “I have to remind him to rein it in about me sometimes, my dad sees those clips.”

“No way! Your dad watches.” Grace laughs.

“Well, he sees stuff online, yeah. On instagram and stuff. I mean your parents must be the same.” You laugh.

“Yeah, they’ve heard it all to be fair. But this is about you anyway not me.” She averts the conversation with a smile. “Ok, what’s your favourite thing about Morgan that isn’t obvious?”

“Ok, not helping him beat the allegations but his feminine side.” You laugh. “That sounds ridiculous but when he plays along with me and his zesty side comes out I think it’s really funny and he does it more off camera I think. Like he’ll happily just sit and let me put a face mask on him, no problem.”

“He doesn’t strike me as that type at all!”

“Honestly, Morgan Burtwistle loves a medicube face mask. You heard it here first and I’m probably gonna get a big telling off for saying that but there we go.”

“He would never!”

“Nah, he would never tell me off. I’m an angel.” You smile.

“Speaking of, have you ever had an arguments? Like big ones? You know the ones where you’re like ‘nah, fuck this. I’m off’.”

“Yeah, we have. We actually broke up for a little while a few years back. We don’t really talk about it online or ever really but. It was when he first started streaming so a while ago now but, yeah. Wasn’t pretty.”

“That’s mad, because you’ve been together since you were how old? 14?”

“Yeah, I was 14, he was 15. So a long time but. I dunno, we didn’t see eye to eye on the streaming thing in the beginning put it that way. He didn’t think I was supporting him but he couldn’t understand that it was pushing us apart.”

“Would you rather he didn’t stream?”

The room falls silent as you think about it.

“You don’t have to answer.” Grace says quietly.

“No, I’m fine I’ll answer. In terms of his success and how proud I am of him, no. In terms of our relationship being so public, yeah I’d rather he didn’t. But I wouldn’t change it now. It was just hard back then.” You try to word your answer carefully knowing all too well that people online love to misconstrue what you say.

“That’s fair enough. It’s hard being in a relationship online.”

“Yeah, it is. It’s hard going from not being online to all of a sudden everyone knowing or thinking they know who your boyfriend is but we worked it out in the end. I’m really proud of him.”

“Ok, so next everyone calls you the internets IT girl. You’re one of the girlies so I thought you could give some advice. I’m gonna give you a scenario and I want you to tell me what you’d do.”

“Ok.” You smile and nod.

“Alright, he’s in the shower. His phones going off. Are you checking it?”

“No.” You say confidently. “If he hasn’t taken his phone into the shower with him, he’s got nothing to hide.” You smile.

“Not even a cheeky peek?”

“Honestly, no.”

“You’ve never been through your partners phone?” Grace says shocked.

“Not technically. Not without him knowing atleast.” You think about it.

“It feels like there’s more to this story than you’re letting on.”

“Well, there’s been arguments you know and he’s been like ‘here, look for yourself.’ Kind of thing, I wouldn’t class that as me going through his phone though? I don’t know.”

“Oh if you’re not guessing his password it doesn’t count. Like if the phone is unlocked and handed to you, that’s so different.”

“Yeah, well then no. It sounds cringe but a relationship is nothing without trust.”

“Absolutely. I totally wouldn’t go through their phone.” Grace eyes up the camera as she tries to tell the truth but fails miserably. It makes you laugh. “Ok, how about his phone going off but it’s a girl? Someone you’d never heard of?”

You sigh in thought. “See, I wouldn’t go through his phone…” you think. “I guess I’d just ask him. Like I’d just say ‘who’s she?’ And see how he reacted.”

“What if he was sus?”

“I’d ask to see the message.”

“Fair play. Ok, it’s date night. Until he cancels an hour before because he wants to see the boys.”

“Blocked. Dumped, get out of my way.”

“That easy?”

“Absolutely. Are you joking Grace? He’d be gone. I’d change the locks, don’t come back home.”

Grace laughs. “Yeah to be fair, I don’t blame you.” She reads the next scenario from her iPad. “You’re out and another boy starts acting very single around you. Are you telling Morgan?”

“Yeah. Probably in a gloating way though, like to wind him up. Show him what he’s got.” You laugh.

“Ok, he’s getting flirted with and he tells you to gloat.”

“Yeah, no. He’s not allowed to do that.” You laugh. Grace nods and laughs along with you.

“Ok, next I’m gonna ask you a question. You can either spill or sip. Hence the on brand bottles of my own bottle of echo falls. Don’t say I don’t treat you.” She smiles.

“I actually drank the bottle you sent with Heather the other night, very nice.”

“Did you? What can I say? I know my wine.”

“Absolutely. It was great so.”

“Well that doesn’t mean you sip for every question, ok? Ok, first one most embarrassing thing you’ve done in public.”

“Oh my god, there’s loads but one that keeps me up lately is at the end of last season at Winton when I’d had too much to drink and cheered for the opposing team’s goal.” You laugh, your cheeks going red.

“Fuck off.” Grace laughs.

“Yeah, that was an interesting drive home with Morgan.”

“Ella would literally kill me.”

“Yeah he wasn’t far off.”

“Ok, your least favourite girlfriend of the boys.”

“What!? Oh my god, I literally don’t have one.”

“Boring! Tell us.”

“Grace, I don’t have one. I love them all! I’m gonna have to sip.” You take a big sip of the wine infront of you.

“What’s something Morgan can do every time that’ll stop the argument?” Grace raises her eyebrows now and you do too. Clearly you both have the same answer.

“Well, he’s great at…ummm.” You pick up the wine glass infront of you, debating whether to just say it or drink.

“Yeah? He’s great at what Reader?”

You sigh. “I can’t, my dad’s definitely watching.”

“Well, you may as well say it now, we’ve all got the picture.” Grace laughs.

“He’s a giver. There. That’s all I’ll say, define that how you’d like.” Your cheeks go pink as you put the wine glass down.

“What’s something attractive he does that shouldn’t be attractive but is?”

“Y’know, the Ballers League fight thing? That. Yeah, that was a lot for me. I’ve watched that video a couple of times.”

“A couple?” You don’t say anything, you just nod.

“Ok then, my next question. Did Ginge get lucky that night?”

“Grace!” You laugh, you pick up the wine glass and drink from it knowing it’ll give your answer away anyway but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud.

“Ok, final one. Who wrote this by the way?” She looks around at the team as she laughs at the question.

“Oh no!” You groan.

“You lot are mental. Ok, best place you’ve had sex?”

You laugh. “Ermmm…” you look up as you replay some of the weirdest places you and Morgan have shagged. “Sorry dad, but when he got his new car that was a pretty big moment for him.” You both laugh. “And for me apparently.” You cover your face, feeling so embarrassed.

“Fair play girl, god help your poor dad.”

“Don’t, he’s under strict instruction to not watch this.” You laugh.

“Ok, well Reader this has been everything I thought it would be and more. I used to end the pod with the guest giving me some advice to save Grace but no one gave me any good advice so fuck that.”

“Oh ok.”

“I’m gonna give you some advice, Reader. I’m the therapist now. I’m licensed.”

“Are you actually?”

“No!” Grace bursts out laughing. “Have you actually just asked that!?”

“Sorry.” You laugh with her.

“Right, my advice to you. I wanna see you living it up in Ibiza with the girls this summer. I think take a break from that feral house and go be feral abroad, y’know?”

“Wow, are you coming or?”

“Sure, why not? I’ll be there.”

“Round two with the water fountain.” You laugh.

“Right, fuck that. I’m not coming anymore.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh.”

“Yeah but you are though.” Grace laughs too. “Right guys, thanks for listening. Thank you to Reader for being here. It’s been a pleasure. I’ll see you guys next week. Bye!”

She comes in rubbing her eyes like she’s just woken up even though it’s 1am. He’d been steaming all evening and she was starting to miss him. Her period coming that same morning hadn’t done her any favours and all she wanted was to be tucked up in bed with her favourite man looking after her.

“You ok love?” He smiles as he sees her at the door, an oversized hoodie of his on just touching the ends of her pajama shorts. She was carrying the hot water bottle he’d made for her earlier to ease her cramps.

“Can you end? Please.” She says quietly, softly, full of desperation.

“Yeah, course I can. Just give me one second love.”

She nods and leaves the room again, knowing he won’t be far behind her.

“Chat, thank you so much for watching. I’m gonna end there, spend some time with the Mrs. I’ll speak to you all tomorrow.”

She can hear him signing off before his footsteps come closer to their bedroom. Once he’s inside, his t shirt and shorts come off and he makes his way into bed. Pulling her closer to him as he kisses her forehead. She clings to him all night, a reoccurring symptom of her cycle that Morgan has no complaints about. Even in the middle of the night when she half awakes and realises she’s drifted away from him, she quickly settles close to him again. Her movements make him wake slightly.

Warnings - not detailed but there is mentions of sex

Before they even find out, everyone knows something’s off. She’s having a nap upstairs when Ginge comes down and sighs. The boys are all on the sofa just on their phones and talking casually.

“Alright mate?” Chazza looks up at Morgan who looks tense.

“Mate.” He shakes his head. “Dunno what’s up with her but she is not happy at the minute.”

“She went fucking off at me this morning about the crumbs on the side.” Heinz looks at Morgan.

“Yeah, she’s not good right now.” He takes a deep breath, flicking on the kettle.

“Probably hormonal, Heather gets like that sometimes.” Tays shrugs. “Just have to ride the wave, it’ll pass.”

Morgan nods. An hour later, she wakes up and notices he’s not in the room with her anymore. She stretches slightly before picking up her phone and calling him.

“Hello?” He answers the phone, slightly confused as to why she’s ringing from upstairs.

“Can you come up?” She whines slightly.

“Yeah, just a second love.” He ends the call and stands up, heading up the stairs. When he enters, she’s still tucked up in the sheets.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch.” She says quietly. “I love you.”

“That’s alright sweetheart, I love you too. I just want you to be happy.” He lays next to her and strokes her head.

“I am happy.”

“Good.” He kisses her forehead.

A few weeks later, the same attitude ensues. She wakes up one morning, Morgan had already left for work. She was starving itching for a slice of toast with butter and a cup of tea. She scrolls through her phone until she musters up the courage to go and make herself some breakfast. Her eyes widen when she checks what day it is.

“Shit.” She heads straight to her period tracking app and sees she’s 5 days late for her very regular period. Her stomach drops, her heart pounding. Then obviously she calls Morgan home and takes a test. Everything changed forever since then and the pair of them had never been so nervous.

He decides to tell all of the boys eventually but confides in Beano first. Beano watches over her constantly once he knows, particularly if Morgan’s not there for whatever reason.

“Fuck sake.” She stands on her very tip toes on the edge of one of the dining table chairs she’d pulled over to the kitchen. But she still couldn’t get it. Jakey thought it would be funny to leave the Nutella at the very back of a high cupboard so he wouldn’t be tempted to eat anymore of it. She wasn’t so strict with denying temptation these days though.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Beano’s voice cuts through the air as she wobbles with a fright.

“Beano! Can you get this?” She struggles. “Can’t reach.”

“Get fucking down! Are you mad?” He shouts. “You could’ve fallen.” He helps her down and reaches up to get it himself.

“I’m fine.”

“Reader, you can’t do shit like that now. It’s dangerous.”

“Stop being dramatic! I’m pregnant not incapable.” She scowls as he hands her the Nutella.

“I’m being serious! You need to think about what you’re doing.”

“God, you sound like Morgan.” She rolls her eyes. “Until you’re pregnant yourself, please don’t tell me how to deal with this.

“It doesn’t take an idiot to know you shouldn’t be climbing on chairs when you’re 4 months pregnant.” He shouts out of concern.

“Well maybe it’s Jakey’s fucking fault for putting it there!” She shouts back.

“Well ask him to get it back down for you.” He claps back.

“Stop shouting at me!” She shouts.

“You’re shouting at me!”

“Woah, Oi! What’s going on? What’s with the shouting?” Morgan races in. Her eyes fill with tears now.

“Don’t cry now he’s here-“ Beano starts.

“Beano!” Morgan stops him before it goes any further and she gets more upset. “C’mere love. What’s up?” Morgan opens his arms and she walks into them. Crying into his chest. “I know, I know.” He strokes her hair. “Just talk to me, take a deep breath.”

She explains between hiccups and sniffles what happened and Morgan sighs a bit. “He’s just looking out for you love, yeah?” And she nods, seeing sense again.

“Sorry, I was such a bitch Beano, but you didn’t have to shout at me.” She looks at him, her eyes red and puffy.

“I’m sorry for shouting. Here.” He hugs her, he knows she’s going through it at the minute. She hugs him back and sniffles again.

She’s just every emotion all at once in the beginning. She can’t even look at Morgan when he’s in his ballers suit without needing to jump his bones there and then (not that he complains). They’d been at it that morning in the shower as soon as they’d woken up.

Morgan had left her asleep in bed when he got up for filming. He jumped in the shower and expected she’d be asleep still when he got back. Until he heard the bathroom door open, a smile on his face as he saw her.

“Alright love? Thought you’d still be asleep.”

She shakes her head sleepily. “Can I come in?”

“Course you can, come on.” She rids herself of her pajamas and steps under the water with him. It wasn’t long before he had her holding onto the wall as he drilled into her from behind.

Then of course, that night when he got back home. She was at it again. She’d been cuddling with him for about an hour whilst watching tv in bed when her mind started to drift. Thoughts of what had happened that morning in the shower that eventually spilled into her replaying every sexual encounter she’s ever had with Morgan. And suddenly with a damp patch on her knickers, she pulls herself up to straddle his waist.

“What’s up love?” He grins as he looks at her.

“Nothing.” He can feel her fidgeting on his lap slightly. “Want you.” She says quietly.

“Again? We had sex this morning.”

“Need it again.”

Of course he’d never deny her when she’s asking for that!

Then other times their evenings are quite the opposite and he’s having to console her over stupid things.

“I just…” she cries.

“What’s wrong? Tell me love.” He strokes her hair.

“I just think you could be a little bit easier on Jakey.” She sobs. He has to hold back his laugh. “It’s just he’s so nice and he’s only young and you lot just take the piss out of him.”

“Babe, it’s a joke. He knows it’s a joke. We’ve spoke about this.”

“I know but,” she sobs harder. “Does he actually know? Maybe he doesn’t see it like that sometimes.”

“That whole act he puts on gets him a hell of a lot of money sweetheart, I don’t think he gives a shit. We’re all his mates, he knows that.”

“Please just be nicer to him.” She sniffles.

Gone home.

Warnings: angsty 😞 Ginge calls her a bitch. Dickhead Ginge.

“Happy birthday love. Wish I was there to celebrate with you. I’ll see you soon. Love you.” You read the text aloud to Heather. You hadn’t even planned to see her today, truth is you hadn’t planned to see anyone. Your own friends were busy, your parents were working and Ginge was in London also working for the next few days.

“Fuckin’ hell. A text? Not even a phone call?”

“Not even a phone call.” You laugh in mockery at mostly yourself. Heather sighs.

“I’m sorry this has probably been the worst birthday ever.”

“It’s not your fault.” You laugh. “It hasn’t been the worst, I don’t care about my birthday.”

“You love birthdays!” Heather argues.

“Other peoples, I’m not bothered about my own.” You smile, you tidy yours and Morgan’s bedroom slightly to give yourself something to do.

You’d received nothing all morning. Your dad text, your mum was clearly busy. Not a single card had came through the door, not even from Morgan. By the afternoon, you had 3 cards on the side. One from Heather, one from Beano and another from Ellie (and Jakey). It’s not that you cared about your birthday, but the principle that other people didn’t care either definitely hurt. You always made sure others enjoyed their birthdays. You’d done surprise parties and trips away for Morgan’s birthday over the years.

With a knock at the door, Beano lets himself in.

“Hi, you alright?” He looks at you, his expression neither here nor there. Like he’s nervous about how upset you are.

“I’m fine, thanks Beano.”

“I wondered if you lot fancied going out tonight? I know Ginge won’t be there but we could all do something?”

Before you could even reply, Heather replies for you.

“Yeah! We were just thinking the same.”

You look at her and then Beano.

“Be ready for 9 then.” He leaves a bottle of Prosecco and two glasses on the bed which makes you smile.

The night out was like hell. You really didn’t want to be there, you weren’t drunk enough to enjoy yourself and all you wanted was to be tucked up in bed with Morgan. You sat next to Beano who hadn’t left your side all night.

“You alright?”

You look at him and nod. “Yeah.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You shout over the music. Your eyes fill up with tears, it was bad timing for him to ask you if you’re okay.

“Come here.” He opens his arms and closes them around you in a hug. You accept it gratefully. Crying into his chest.

“It’s just…he’s not been the same for a long time.”

“I know, I know. I see it too.”

“You do?”

“Course I do, you two hardly spend any time together these days and when you do it’s always with us. Never the two of you.”

You nod, he’s right. It’s either as a group or with a camera shoved in your face. Most nights when Ginge comes up to bed, you’ve been fast asleep for a couple of hours or so. And don’t even start with the lack of sex you two have had. You were sure it had been 2 months since you last slept together.

You look down at your hands and play with your fingers. “You want me to speak to him?” Beano suggests.

“No, no it’ll be fine.” You say sadly. He doesn’t push, just nods. He knows you need to do this on your own.

The next morning, you wake up the illest you’ve felt in forever. You had no idea how you got home but you were still in your dress and your makeup was on, yet disheveled. You remember something about Beano suggesting you “just enjoy the night and worry tomorrow”. It seems you did as he said based on the thumping in your head.

“Fuck.” You whisper groggily.

“Someone had a good night.” Morgan looks over at you, packing his suitcase again.

“Morgan?” You look up and see him there.

“Hiya love.” He smiles as he looks at you, then gets back to what he was doing.

“What’re you doing?” Your brows crease together.

“Packing. Off to watch Luke at the Ally Pally. Gonna be a fuckin’ unreal game babe, he’s gonna smash-“

“You’re going again?” You cut him off. There’s an upset tone in your voice that you desperately want him to react to.

“Yeah. It’s the final babe, can’t miss the final.”

“Right.” You nod slightly.

“What’s up?”

“Well, it’s just I haven’t seen you for ages. You didn’t even ring yesterday.”

“I know, love. I know. Got really busy on set, couldn’t really have my phone. Beano said it was an alright night though.”

You nod again, this time you’re staring at the duvet on your bed. Deep in thought about him leaving yet again.

“When will you be back?”

“Tomorrow, maybe the next day. I’m not sure, depends if he wins or not.”

“Well, have fun.”

“Ooo that doesn’t sound good.”

“What?”

“Atleast try and make it sound sincere if you’re gonna lie.” He laughs slightly.

“You think it’s funny?” You feel your angry bubbling over the surface now.

“Dunno what you’re talking about.”

“I’m talking about the fact that you’re away constantly at the minute! We never spend any time together anymore!” Your voice raises in anger now.

“Woah, what’s all this? Where’s this come from?” His eyes widen.

“You’re such a fucking prick Morgan.” You roll your eyes.

“Genuinely, if you’re upset about me going away then you should’ve just told me.”

“What so you can accuse me of getting in the way of your career again? No thanks.”

“Oh my god, I was 18 when I said that. I didn’t even mean it at the time. Why do you always hang on to shit like that?” He’s also raising his voice now.

“Maybe don’t say things you don’t mean!”

“Do you think I’m gonna want to stay here with you when you’re acting like a bitch?”

You audibly gasp when he says it and thankfully Beano bursts into the room before you can react.

“What’s going on?” Beano looks between the two of you.

“Nothing, he’s leaving. Again.” You roll your eyes, which lands you a scowl from Morgan.

“Leaving? Where you off to now? We have a shoot in the morning?”

“I’m off to watch the final, got to support Luke. I’ll see you at the shoot tomorrow.” He looks at Beano. You wonder if Beano will even react at all.

“Right.” Beano looks at you and you look away.

“I’ve got to go.” Ginge checks his phone before looking at you. He crouches down slightly to kiss you but you move your face away so he kisses your cheek instead with a sigh. And seconds later, he’s gone. Once again.

You burst into tears the second the front door shuts and Beano’s with you instantly. In the end you confess to your dad that the last few days have been rubbish and he books you a train home to spend some time together.

When Ginge gets back home, he’s confused as to where your things have ended up.

“Reader?” He shouts.

“She’s gone home. She went yesterday.” Jakey shouts back.

He looks at his phone. “Did she say how long she was going for? None of her stuff’s here?” He looks around the room. Even your shower gel had gone from the bathroom.

“Why don’t you ask her yourself and find out?” Beano says, a hint of aggression in his voice.

Ginge laughs. “Right, yeah. I will, yeah.”

“She’s gone by the way.” Beano puts him out of his misery.

“Yeah, she’s gone home.”

“No, she’s gone. Like properly gone. She said she’s going to stay there for a bit.”

It all makes sense, Morgan looks around his room. It lacks colour, colour you brought to it. Your fluffy pink dressing gown usually hung up next to his dull grey one. The vase you’d fill with flowers every week because you said it made the room feel fresh, gone. He looks back at Beano.

“Sort your fucking shit out Morgan. You’ve fucked up this time.”

He doesn’t even argue. He just stands there, taking in the fact you’re actually gone. He pulls out his phone to ring you but every time it goes straight to voicemail and he quickly realises you’ve blocked him entirely from contacting you in any way at all. You were serious.

He knew deep inside that what he was doing was wrong. But being the absolute diamond of a girlfriend you were, he presumed you’d pick up the pieces like always and everything would be fine once he was ready to spend some time with you again. He knew you were more important than anything he’s ever done in his career. Everyone told him so. He knew his career could disappear in a blink but he’d never considered the possibility of you leaving forever.

He couldn’t mope about. He had to put this right.

“Where the fuck are you going now?” Beano shouts from the front door to Morgan.

“Going to get her.” Morgan says bluntly as he gets into his car.

Beano walks over to the window. “She’s gone home for a reason, she doesn’t wanna see you.”

“Stop fucking saying she’s gone home. This is her home!” Morgan shouts.

“Good luck.” Beano walks off as Morgan drives out of the gates, heading straight for Newcastle.

He’s nervous when he finally arrives. He’s been here loads before, your dad’s house. He presumes that’s where you’ll be. He has a feeling this isn’t going to go down too well. He’d always gotten on with your dad. Taking a deep breath, he walks up the driveway and knocks on the door. Thankfully, it’s you that answers.

You stop in your tracks when you see him at the door. Your eyes are red. You look tired. Your hair tied in a messy bun.

“Morgan?” You say weakly.

“Alright love? I-I’m sorry. I’ve been a dick.”

“Reader, who is it? You’re letting all the heat out like.” Your dad looks past you to see who’s at the door. “Ah, Morgan.” He nods to him.

“Hiya. I’ve erm…I’m here to say sorry. To you aswell. I’ve not been the best boyfriend lately, I know that.”

“You have got some sense after all then.” Your dad rolls his eyes disapprovingly. You turn to look at him and flash him a warning look that makes him disappear upstairs.

“Come in.” You say quietly as you let him step past you.

You sit on the sofa, cuddled up in your blanket like you have been all day. Morgan takes a seat on the armchair awkwardly. He looks over at the TV. Reruns of ‘Modern Family’ playing, he’s seen you watch these episodes over and over throughout the years.

He laughs slightly. “Your favourite, hm?”

You nod, your attention on the TV for a second before he pulls you from your thoughts once more.

“I’m really sorry, you know. I know I’ve been fucking terrible boyfriend. I’ve completely neglected you and I’m sorry.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re shocked I’ve done something about it.”

“I know. You’re right. I am shocked you’ve left. But it’s made me realise I’ve been a prick to you. You’re everything to me. Way more than anything I’ve ever done. You’re the thing I’m most proud of. You put up with all of my shit all the time. It’s no wonder you’ve broke now.” He sighs, angry at himself. “I’ll change. I’ll do anything. I’ll stop it all. Just please, come home.”

You look at him. He’s got tears in his eyes.

“You treat me like shit again and I’m gone forever Morgan. I mean it, one little thing and I’m out.”

“Absolutely. It won’t happen though, I promise. I’ll stop taking on as much work. I swear.”

“Okay.” You nod.

“You’ll come back?”

You nod again.

“But you can explain to my dad.”

He freezes slightly.

“Ok, yeah. That’s fine.”

After a stern conversation with your dad, you’re bundled back into Morgan’s car and on your way back to Manchester. His hand doesn’t leave your thigh the entire way home.

“Let’s stay at the old house for a bit.” He looks over at you. “Just us two.”

“I’d like that.” You smile.

“Me too.” He smiles back, squeezing your thigh slightly. It’s the most he’s had his hands on you for months.