#aitch

[underthewill0wtr3e]

Award show reactions

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

Hope you enjoyed! I’ve never written for these two before so I hope they’re somewhat in character 🫶

[millsbunny]

Confessions.

No major warnings language and drinking | Aitch x Fem!reader | No mention of YN

Kinda nervous posting my first Aitch fic.

This was inspired by an anon request - hope you like it!

'Friend hanging out with him n bov boys for a vid or something and he's down bad, but she thinks he's just a flirt and it's not personal til the boys put her right. Like mutual pining and flirting up a storm but both are proper in denial that they stand a chance'

Please do not copy or translate my work | divider by saradika-graphics

It was almost midnight by the time you had any time to find Aitch. The house the boys had rented out was packed with friends, family and anyone who knew them. The early Christmas gathering was in full swing.

You'd grown up with Ginge, the boys always teased you saying you'd make the perfect couple but you couldn't think of anything worse. He was basically your brother.

Ginge had been telling you for months how much Aitch fancied you, but you weren't convinced. He was just a flirty person, you always flirted back. Even Tay and Ryan had told you countless times how into you he was.

Tay had mentioned that Aitch didn't think he'd stand a chance with you, you'd scoffed because surely it was the other way round? You didn't stand a chance with him, he was way out of your league, girls falling at his feet for even just a night with him.

Fuelled by wine and some sort of vodka fuelled encouragement from Heather you were trying to find him, to ask him outright if it was true.

Right in that moment you needed to ask him, you'd probably regret it and have to make sure you were never around him again, but you carried on your mission to find him regardless.

Kacy had interrupted your mission, pulling you into the bathroom “Aitch has been talking non stop about you” Kacy giggled, you checked your reflection in the mirror trying to ignore your friend openly having a wee right next to you.

“Sure he has” you rolled your eyes, Kacy appeared by your side turning on the tap to wash her hands “he has, he's down bad for you girl” she smiled fluffing her hair in the mirror as you reapplied your lipstick.

“I can't even find him and he hasn't replied to my texts” you shrugged as Kacy opened the bathroom door. “He's in the back lounge, well he was when I last saw him” she pointed to a room at the end of the hall.

Then Kacy was gone, leaving you to pep talk yourself into continuing what you'd set out to do.

You spotted him across the room, with a slight stumble in your walk, you gently slid into the chair with him, he wrapped a strong around your shoulder “you alright, babe?” He lent into you, the smell of his cologne engulfed you, his body warm, and his touch firm.

You nodded, “just want to know if you fancy me” you giggled, the wine had gone straight to your head, he smirked “of course I do” he squeezed your shoulder.

“No” you whined, turning to face him “like really” you pouted. He watched you silently, your heart hammering because he was obviously thinking of the best way to let you down.

It wasn’t until his lips kissed underneath your jaw that you realised Aitch was in search of your lips. Your hand was quick to find the back of his head, guiding his face to yours.

His lips pressed against yours clumsily at first, his arm dropping from your shoulder to slip around your waist, his free hand moving to hook his index finger under your chin, licking into your mouth hurried and desperate.

Aitch pulled away first, a cocky smile on his face as he caught you gasping for air, lips parted and slightly red “really” he muttered thumb stroking against your cheek.

“It's hard to tell when you're always flirting” you tried to argue, Aitch shook his head “come ‘ere” he hummed, helping you onto his lap. He pretended not to notice how your skirt hitched up your thighs.

But he's not sure he can hide how it made him feel, he noticed the smirk on your face as you wriggled just enough against him, watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly, hands gripping your hips to stop your movements.

“Oh” you smiled teasingly as you felt the hard press of him against the inside of your thigh. He hadn't meant to find the friction of you against him so delicious but he was desperate for it now. “Such a tease” he whispered, his accent thick with desire.

You lean into his ear, placing a warm, slow kiss beneath it before you briefly continue your teasing. “But not just one night, I hope” you whispered, arms looped around his shoulders.

Aitch shook his head, adjusting your position on his lap “no” he replied simple and honest, You believe him straight away, a smile pulled onto your face as you nudged your nose against his “fucking finally” the voices behind you both make you pull apart.

You flick a look over your shoulder, of course Ginge is the ring leader, you flip him off with an eye roll. Aitch is laughing it off, pulling you flush against his chest once more.

Ginge makes a point to stand beside you both, “mate you hurt her and you'll have me to deal with” he warned, you give him a look thankful he's got your back, Aitch nods “no worries, man” he looks at you as he adds “wasn't planning on hurting her” you bite your lip so glad that four glasses of wine downed in quick succession gave you courage to ask him.

His hands are cupped against your bum as you're both left alone once more, “you mean it?” You asked, Aitch smiled “of course I bloody do” he confirmed, with a daring press of his hips upwards “Harrison” you sighed licking your dry lips, using his full name to get a reaction from him.

His hands slid lower from your bum, under the hem of your skirt “don't call me Harrison” he smirked, you rolled your hips down watching as his eyes fluttered closed at the sensation.

“Not to be forward but I have a fucking massive bed upstairs” he licked his lips, you grinned at him “well I am pretty tired” you moved to stand up, but Aitch pulled you back.

You crashed against his chest, face buried in his neck, taking the opportunity to press wet open mouthed kisses to his warm skin, teeth grazing lightly “I wasn't planning on letting you sleep, love” he rasped his face buried in your mass of curls.

You pulled back, a smile plastered on your face. Standing up holding out your hands “come on then” you laughed, he took your hand, taking the chance to pull you into him at his full height, you pressed onto your tiptoes to connect your lips “height doesn't matter when I'm on my knees” you teased.

Aitch smirked, drawing in a deep breath as he felt the effect off your words stir his cock “fuck sake” he laughed, almost dragging you up the stairs.

I wasn't too sure about making this full on smutty - so open to a part two if people would want that?!

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[lilsisliving]

Other Side of The World - Angry Ginge

in which… Amilie Thornton meets the love of her life in the jungle and the whole world seems to flip on its axis (angry ginge x female oc)

Content warnings: deep convos on camera, cringe lovesick fools, distant main character - yes she can be a knib sometimes (more to come)

Comment to be added to tag list!

“My names Amilie, I’m 21 and definitely not a celebrity, more so an influencer. I’m from Essex and I’m known for, well, whoring myself out”

She smiles at the camera

“I’m kidding, I blew up for posting a twitter thread on the celebrities I’d give the sloppiest head too, can I say that? I don’t think so but oh well, then I blew up on TikTok for posting a drunk video of me sobbing over a messy breakup, then again for another messy breakup, and then again for another”

“What are you most nervous for” one of the producers ask

“I think I might be the most nervous for food challenges and anything involving tight spaces, i am not good with either of them” she grimaces “I have ocd so any food that has the slightest chance of making me ill, yeah not doing it. I think I’m also nervous for camp dinners Because, and don’t get me wrong, I cannot cook but best believe I am inspecting all of it to make sure it’s actually cooked. Ohh and the camp outfits, I do not suit the outdoorsy look”

“What’s one thing you’ll do good with in the jungle”

“This one’s easy, thirsting over the other camp mates, I’m only partially kidding with that one, I’m also gonna be good with animals, i love snakes and all the unusual ones that you see on this show, except crabs, never put me near crabs” Amilie stated with a straight face, shaking her head

“Things you’ll miss and won’t miss in the jungle”

“My phone, I’m definitely missing that, it’s practically glued to my hand at all times so it’s gonna be pretty weird not texting or taking photos or watching true crime documentaries every two seconds” she shrugs casually, holding up her pinkie that has an obvious dent in it from where she held her phone often “see! I think the thing I won’t miss, coincidentally, is actually social media. I think it’ll do me some good to be away from the idealisation of social media and the criticism on everything”

“How would you describe yourself for the viewers who haven’t seen you before”

“Uh the first word I can think of is unhinged, I say what’s on my mind no matter what. I was that girl in school who had one of them anonymous accounts that spread all the gossip I had heard, just look at my twitter for proof. With caution though. I’m also very stupidly friendly with people, no sense of danger in me. I once befriended this homeless guy on a night out and the following week it was in the news that he was actually using homelessness as a ruse for trafficking women so…”

“What’s a life skill you’ll bring to the jungle”

“Oh honestly?” Amilie grimaces “well I can’t cook, microwave meals and pot noodles are what I live off. Um I guess I’m pretty creative, I can make fun out of any situation but I did also do Duke of Edinburgh in school so if there’s direction trials I’ll be okay, and I’m pretty good at lighting fires”

“What made you say yes to being in the jungle?”

“Fun question, I suppose the main one is to prove to myself I can do it, I’ve been to put it plainly, privileged my whole life. Like only went on fancy holidays in four or above star hotels. The most outdoorsy thing I have done since school is go hiking and even they’re like guided hikes so I’ve never been on my own with nature. Plus my mummy said, bless her heart, that if I ever got the chance to do something like this then I’d be stupid not too. So, I’m doing this for her, through and through” she smiles softly, her eyes wet with unshed tears

authors note:

Ahhh finally done the introduction, prepare for slow updates because Jesus I am awful at getting things done in timely manners, let me know if you enjoyed!

Tag list (open):

@d0llyh3rtz @multifandom301 @ellenthemelon05-blog

[gothicwidowsworld]

Genuine question why is there not Aitch stuff out there? There’s a handful on Wattpad that were written in 2019/2020. But nothing here no matter how I search for it. Is there something wrong with him? Has he been cancelled and I’m too chronically offline to know?

I just want some fluffy stuff with him saying “baby, what do you want? What do you need? You can have it.”

*just tagging angry Ginge because similar audiences

[inprnt]

"Fruity" by Aitch H on INPRNT

[smileylando]

i need a i’m a celeb aitch fic NOEWWWWWW

[legallyjacob]

PSYCHO by ANNE-MARIE X AITCH

[kikigetsangry]

Can you do a drabble about aitchs mrs looking after him while he is sick :)

Sick or dying? // Aitch

Pairing: Aitch x reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Aitch is sick at home and being a sook

Aitch never did illness quietly.

The second he felt a tickle in his throat, he was already acting like he’d been taken out by something catastrophic. By the time it turned into a full cold, he was sprawled across the sofa, hood up, duvet dragged from the bedroom like he was setting up camp.

“Babe” he croaked, voice raspy “I’m actually dying, you know”

You didn’t even look up from your phone. “You’ve got a cold”

“It’s not just a cold” he mumbled, shifting so his head dropped dramatically into your lap. “My whole body’s shutting down. I can feel it”

You glanced down at him, eyebrows raised. His nose was red, eyes slightly watery, lips pouted like he’d been personally wronged by the universe.

“Your body’s shutting down but you managed to order Uber Eats?”

“Needed fuel to survive, didn’t I?”

You snorted, bringing your hand down to him. He leaned into your touch immediately, like a cat desperate for attention, eyes fluttering shut.

“Can you stroke my head?” he asked softly.

“I already am”

“Yeah but like properly. With care. I’m fragile right now”

“You’ve been fragile for three days”

“Exactly” he said, like that proved his point. “It’s serious”

You sighed, but your fingers slowed, softening as you ran them over his buzz. He melted instantly, letting out a quiet hum.

“See” he murmured, half asleep already, “this is what I need. Tender care. Love. Affection”

“You refused medicine this morning”

“It tastes dead weird”

“It’s cherry flavour”

“Yeah, fake cherry. That’s the worse”

You shook your head, but couldn’t help smiling. He cracked one eye open to look at you.

“Why you smiling? I’m suffering”

“Because you’re dramatic”

“I’m not dramatic” he said, offended, shifting closer so his face pressed into your stomach. “I just know when something’s serious”

“You had the energy to argue with someone on Instagram earlier”

“That was necessary, he said I was ‘too unc’ for you. We’re the same age!”