TEACHER FOR A DAY ── m.burtwistle ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚
summary: you help out with the new bov boys videos
content: established relationship , swearing , kissing , some sexual innuendos , brother & sister dynamic between reader and jensen
notes: ugh this was so fun to write
@moll1707 @probablyboredx @shannon-1355 @lxzzxebunny @ocea1cperl
YOU AND MORGAN got to set for around 10AM. You didn’t normally help produce any of the BOV boys videos, but you’d been asked to join and take on the role of a teaching assistant for Morgan. Not to mention, there were an abundance of kids taking part in today’s video and you were relatively good at making them behave, you would be helping out a bunch.
Everyone was already there apart from the kids (bar Jensen and Charlie as they’d shown up with their brothers).
“Oh, get in!” Jensen exclaimed, getting up from his seat and rushing towards for a hug.
The boys laughed as you hugged him back, rubbing his back, “You alright, hun?”
“Fuckin’ buzzing now.”
“Oi, don’t swear like that.” You reprimanded.
“Jens, none of that.” Mikey shook his head.
You greeted everyone else with a hug too.
Charlie smiled, quiet as usual.
The camera men seemed to be filming already, so you assumed they might be doing a BTS video.
“For those of you who don’t know, Charlie has a bit of a crush on Reader.” Jakey announced to the camera.
“Oi, shut up, man.” Charlie kissed his teeth.
“It’s like when your brother’s got a really fit mate, that’s the dynamic here.”
“Jakey, who said we’re mates?” You said, sitting up on one of the desks as Jensen rushed to sit beside you.
Everyone began laughing at him as he just gulped audibly while staring at the camera.
When the rest of the kids arrived, all the boys did their rounds with pictures, and even the girls asked to get a few with you.
“Reader, you got any sweets?” Jensen asked.
“No, d’you want me to pop to shop and get you some?”
“Oh, can I come?”
“Babe, when does filming start?” You called for Morgan.
“40 minutes, darlin’.”
“Yeah, we can go quickly.”
“40 minutes, darlin’.” Jensen mocked Morgan.
“Watch your fuckin’ mouth, I’ll do your scruffy little ‘ead in.” Your boyfriend threatened him jokingly.
“Can you get me a dr pepper please?” Charlie asked.
“Yeah, ‘course.”
“Can I get—“
You cut Ryan off, “No.”
He huffed.
The two of you went down to local corner shop, picking out a few packets of sweets (tangfastics, normal haribos, strawberry laces, skittles, squashies, and a couple of tubes of millions). You also grabbed two red bulls from the fridge for you and Morgan, while grabbing two cokes for Tays and Jensen and the Dr Pepper that Charlie asked for. Everyone else should’ve asked for what they wanted.
“Your son?” The shop keeper asked as he scanned your items.
“Oh, n—“
“Yeah, I am.” Jensen but in, making you roll your eyes.
He nodded with an amused smile, putting all your goodies into a bag and you went on your way.
The pair of you had already cracked open the tangfastics, but you distributed the rest of the sweets evenly between the kids.
“Reader, why’ve you gotten so many sweets? They’re gonna be bouncing off the walls!” Morgan complained.
You shut him up by pulling out a can of red bull and giving it to him.
“Oh, you fuckin’ angel.” He gasped, kissing you chastely.
“Ew.” Jensen cringed while Charlie laughed, putting a squashie in his mouth and twisting open his bottle.
“Be quiet, son.” You teased.
“Oh, fuck, did ya shag my dad?” Mikey jokingly went along with it.
“Y’know, I’m just wondering how you’ve done that, Reader.” Chazza hummed, rubbing his chin, “With, y’know, his dad being in jail ‘n’ all.”
“I’ve got my ways.” You winked.
“Can we stop talking about my mrs shagging someone else?” Morgan threw his hands up.
“Why d’you call her your mrs? You’re not even married.” Jensen gave him a look while chewing on some sweets.
“Jens, close your mouth when you’re eating.” You hummed.
He did.
“It’s a term of endearment, mate.” Morgan answered sassily, “You’d know if you pulled any birds, but you don’t ’coz you’ve got Tays’ shit trim.”
ONCE THE VIDEO had gotten rolling, all the kids began acting up, trying to make the boys’ lives and jobs hell. You laughed every time someone threw paper at Chazza.
Jensen was continuously acting up, obviously feeling a lot braver than the others as he knew he could get away with it.
“You, get out.” Chazza pointed to Jensen. “And you.” He gestured to a brunet boy.
“D’you want me to call my dad?” Jensen pretended to reach into his pocket for his phone.
“Your dad’s behind bars, mate. He’s gonna do nothing.”
“When he gets out, though. You should watch out.”
“Nah, y’know what? That’s a fair point.” Chazza pretended to nod along before dragging him by his arm to the door, “Get out.”
“I can go get my mum too, she’s only in the other room.”
“I’d like to see her actually. Have a 1-on-1 to talk about your despicable behaviour.”
Jensen rolled his eyes and sat back down as Chazza began ‘teaching’ again.
“You beg it like Jakey too.” He piped back up after a while.
Chazza bent down next to him and whispered, “Can you shut your fucking mouth and stop being an annoying little prick?”
“D’you want me to call my dad? Or get my mum in?”
“Nah, nah, I was talking to him.” He pointed to Charlie.
“D’you want me to go get my brother?” Charlie replied.
“Your brother? Yeah, go on then.” Chazza nodded.
“No one’s scared of Jakey.” A boy on the back row said.
“I’m actually gonna go get my mum, ‘coz of the way you dragged me.” Jensen hummed, getting up and opening the door, shouting for you.
“Oh, Reader, love.” Morgan called for you, “Jensen needs you apparently.”
You walked into the room and put a hand on Jensen’s shoulder, “What’s the problem, Mr Clarke?”
“He’s got a problem with me, as well.” Charlie said.
“The fact that you’ve got a crush on your ‘mother’ is worrying.” Chazza sneered at Jakey’s little brother.
“Was rude to me as well.” Another piped up.
“And me.”
“And me.”
All the kids joined in as Chazza gave his fake worried face.
“You got a problem with all my kids?” You played on the role.
“These lot are all yours?” Chazza pointed around, “And Morgan still thinks he got there first?”
The class all ooo’ed and gasped at that.
“Oi, don’t you talk to my mother like that.” Jensen threatened, “You big fat, fucker.”
“Ay, ay, ay!” You exclaimed, reaching an arm around his head and covering his mouth, “We don’t use language like that.”
CHAZZA’S TURN QUICKLY finished, as did Jakey’s and Tays, in which he kicked everyone out throughout the entire lesson, four in the first minute. There was a break after that, in which everyone had a bit of food and a play about in the school playground before it got too dark. You stood in front of one of the desks as the producers explained how the next few hours were going to go. Jensen was stood on the table behind you, arms over your shoulders before jumping on your back.
“Jens!” You screamed.
“Oi, be nice.” Mikey reprimanded.
Morgan fed you some Tesco meal deal pasta while talking idly with you and the 13-year-old continued to hang off of you.
After lunch, filming continued with Heinz’ segment, in which you briefly appeared in to aide him in getting the children to settle (you promised them some sweets in turn for them being nice).
You were included in the entirety of Morgan’s part, playing as his assistant.
“Is this sex ed?” Charlie asked as you both walked in.
“Strike one.” Morgan pointed at him as you shook your head, perching on your desk. “I’m teaching you guys about online safety.”
One of the girls raised their hand, “Can Reader teach us instead?”
“It’s Mrs Burtwistle to you, thank you.” Morgan said.
“No it’s not. There’s no ring.” She retorted.
“Exactly!” You exclaimed, holding your hand out, “Does anybody see a ring on this finger?”
“No!” They all chorused.
“Guess how long we’ve been together?”
“About 6-7 years?” One of the boys on the back row joked, waving his arms up and down.
“I can’t believe you haven’t proposed to my mum yet.” Jensen shook his head.
“You want me as your strep-dad, do you?”
“Yeah, actually. Would get me more clout than being Tays’ little brother.”
You burst out laughing.
“Oh, no, I don’t think of you as that.” Morgan frowned, shaking his head, “I think of you as an annoying little shit. Get the fuck out of my classroom.”
“Don’t be mean!” You gasped, putting a hand on his arm.
“Sir, do you know how much you’re punching?” The girl next to Charlie said.
“Yeah, I do, but that’s incredibly rude, so you can get out with mini-thicko.”
“I bought the ByBabes lash kit that you and Heather worked on.” She said to you.
“Oh, you can stay.” You nodded.
“Anyone who wants to muck around, anyone who wants to talk back, you’ll be out the door and you’ll be out the video for the entirety of the video. So, you make that decision.” Morgan set some ground rules.
Charlie put his hand up, “Will the reward be money? Because we all know that you’ve got a lot of it.”
“That is false information,” He replied, “And you’re brother’s also not doing to bad himself, so you’re probably best off asking him.”
The slideshow progressed and he started talking about fun facts, while you sneakily took another picture with the girl at the front, who was absolutely buzzing to meet you.
“Let me guess what the next one is, Soccer Aid man of the match.” Jensen but in.
“No, it’s not. But, d’you know what? You’re doin’ my ‘ead in, so you can get out.” Morgan pointed to the door and then walked over to it, holding it open for him.
“I’ve just said you were soccer aid man of the match!” Jensen exclaimed.
“I know, but come on.”
He left, but peeked his head through the window, waving and pulling faces.
“God, this is proper nostalgia, ‘ent it?” You laughed to Morgan, watching the young boy.
“Remember when you used to do that?” He cackled.
“Miss, was you naughty in school?” One of the boys asked.
“Yeah, I was horrible. And look where that ended me? In a 6 year relationship with no ring. Do better, kids.” You sassed.
“6-7.”
“Yeah, but you’re my role model.” Another girl said.
“Aw!” You gasped, “Am I actually?”
“No, you’re not, stop taking attention away from my lesson.” Morgan interrupted.
“Excuse me?” You reared your head back.
“Don’t be rude to our teacher!” Others argued.
As the lesson continued to progress, more kids got kicked out of the room and Morgan had even broke out into song, to which you clicked your fingers and started a motion of arm waving with those who were still sat in the room, encouraging his awful song.
“Sounds like Tays.” One of them said.
“Sounds like Tays? I’ve actually never been so offended in all my life. Get the fuck out of this classroom. Right now.” He pointed to the door. “That is the worst thing that anyone has ever said to me in my life, and Mrs Burtwistle here broke up with me once upon a time, so don’t you ever hurt my feelings like that again.”
“Deserved.” You shrugged.
“Absolutely it was, darlin’.” He nodded.
All the boys that had been kicked out had rounded to the rear of the school, pushing one of the windows open. Jensen poked his head in, causing a disruption.
“Reader, can you get me my coat? It’s freezing.”
“No, come inside.” You beckoned him in.
“Why?” He whined.
“‘Coz you’re gonna get a cold. Get inside.”
Jensen huffed and rolled his eyes.
“Jensen.” Morgan raised his head, defending you, “Don’t start giving it the big one now.”
“What?”
“Don’t start giving it the big one.”
“I’ll come in there and I’ll punch your ‘ead in.” Jensen threatened.
“Go on.” Morgan said before moving to the door.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Walk off!”
“No, I’m waiting for ya.”
“No you’re not, you’re gonna walk out.”
“I will stand here and wait for ya.”
“Morgan, don’t be inciting violence in young children.” You tutted.
“Have you met him?! He’s a fucking nightmare already.” He said, flicking the lock on the door as Jensen showed up, “What’s up, mate? You can’t get in, can ya? Waheyyy.” He gave him two fingers.
“Let me in now.” Jensen demanded.
“Piss off.”
“Oh, I can’t leave him outside.” You sighed, getting up and unlocking the door.
Jensen stormed past you and started picking a fight with Morgan.
“This is why your mrs is better than you.”
“Both of youse stop.” You huffed, grabbing Jensen and pushing him back to his seat. “Absolute joke.”
“Sorry.”
Morgan tutted.
“See how I apologised and he didn’t.” Jensen gestured to the ginger.
“He?!” Morgan gaped.
ONCE THE STUPIDLY aggressive dodgeball game was over, everyone began leaving. You must admit that standing around and waiting for kids to be picked up by their parents did feel like you were an actual teacher. You, Charlie and Morgan were sharing a packet of strawberry laces that had been left over, you and Charlie with puffer coats done up to the top due to how cold it was.
Ryan sneaked past and snagged one right from your hands.
“Oh, you bastard!” You snapped, “Jensen, run after him.”
The young boy went to, but Ryan had already shoved it in his gob.
“Fat gannet.” You sneered.
“Can we play tig?” Jensen begged, hanging off of your arm.
“No, hon, I’m too tired.
“Oh, please!” He whined.
“Jens, come on, need to get the car warmed up anyway.” Mikey said, grabbing his keys as he bid farewell to everyone.
You two hugged.
“Thanks for looking after him today.” He said.
“It’s not worries. You know he’s like the little brother I never had.” You laughed, rubbing Mikey’s back.
“He’s gonna be fuming when you and Ginge have kids and he realises he can’t hang off you anymore.” He joked, making you crack up and nod before he added, “We’ll get youse ‘round for tea soon whenever Heather’s round too.”
“Sounds good.” You nodded before being jumped on by Charlie. “Fuckin’ hell! Do I look like a climbing frame to you boys?!”
Jensen hugged you, “Bye.”
“See you soon, yeah? And watch that language.”
“Yes, mum.” He droned, rolling his eyes.
In the car on the way back, Morgan glanced over at you, a smile of endearment on his face. You felt his look before you saw it.
“What?” You blushed, inadvertently becoming shy under his gaze.
“Nothing, just …” He shrugged, “You did good with the kids today.”
“I tried.” You hummed.
“Makes me think … I dunno, sounds silly, but … for when we become parents, like, I think our kids will be in pretty good hands.”
You smiled naturally, chuckling slightly, “Yeah, I think so too.”
“But, I’ve gotta put a ring on it first, don’t I, love?”
“Absolutely.”
