long distance lecture — Morgan (angryginge) x reader
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summary ginge was in japan. tays was on stream. the bear was minding its business. nobody was prepared for what happened next.
prompt – ginge in japan, bov house, tays stream, stuffed bear, ginge calls in warnings – none, just chaos and a very protective boyfriend word count – ~2.5k note – ginge watching the stream from japan and calling in to lecture tays is the most him thing ever 😭🎀 thank you for this request 🫶
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Morgan had been in Japan for four days.
Four days of absolutely mental time zones, content that had him somewhere at hours that made no biological sense, and a group chat that had gone suspiciously quiet — which with the bov boys never meant nothing was happening. It meant everything was happening and nobody was telling him about it.
He knew them too well.
You were at the bov house. That had been the plan — Morgan not being mad keen on you alone in the flat for two weeks, you not being bothered about it either, and the bov house being the obvious solution because Tays was there. You and Tays had been best mates long enough that staying with him felt less like an imposition and more like a two-week sleepover with someone who already knew how chaotic you were and liked you anyway.
It was fine. All of it was completely fine.
Morgan was fine about it.
He was lying on his hotel bed at what his phone was claiming was a normal hour and what his body was claiming was some ungodly time in the morning, mindlessly scrolling, when he saw Tays had gone live.
He clicked on it without thinking. Because of course he did.
Tays' usual setup. Familiar background. The easy, chaotic energy of a stream that had already found its footing — chat moving fast, the regulars showing up, Tays in his element.
And there you were.
Tucked into the corner of the sofa like you'd always lived there, legs folded under you, wearing — and Morgan clocked this immediately — his grey hoodie. The one that had gone missing three weeks ago. The one he'd been quietly looking for and hadn't mentioned because he'd suspected exactly this.
And you were holding the bear.
He smiled before he could stop himself.
He'd got it two Christmases ago. A market stall, nothing fancy — soft, slightly oversized, the kind of thing that had no business being as endearing as it was. You'd glanced at it once while they were walking past and said absolutely nothing and he'd clocked it and gone back for it without telling you. You'd had it ever since. He'd caught you with it on FaceTime once, about six months in, and you'd gone bright red and tried to hide it and he'd thought about it for approximately three days after because of how much he liked that you had it.
You were holding it now. Completely unbothered. Watching Tays' screen with the comfortable ease of someone entirely at home.
Morgan settled in. Watched the stream.
Twenty minutes in, Tays paused his game during a loading screen and glanced over at you properly for the first time.
Looked at the bear.
Looked back at you.
"Oi," Tays said. "Is that — are you holding a teddy bear?"
You looked down at it. Back up at him. "Yeah."
"You've brought a stuffed animal to my stream."
"It's not — it's a comfort item—"
"It's a TEDDY—"
"Tays—"
"You're sat on my sofa with a stuffed bear like you're six years old—"
"I'm literally—"
"CHAT," Tays said, spinning to face the camera with the full energy of a breaking news anchor, "she has brought A STUFFED BEAR onto my stream—"
Chat went absolutely mental. A wall of AWWW and crying emojis and where can I get oneand that's so cute actually and Tays reading all of it out loud with increasing theatrical energy.
"Ginge got it for me," you said, which was your first mistake of the evening.
"GINGE," Tays said, like you'd just handed him the greatest gift of his life, "got his girlfriend A TEDDY BEAR—"
"It was Christmas—"
"He bought you a stuffed animal—"
"It was a thoughtful gift—"
"I am going to absolutely batter him when he gets back—"
"Tays I will end you—"
"CHAT Ginge bought her a TEDDY BEAR—"
Chat: GINGE YOU SOFT LAD and THIS IS THE BEST STREAM and HE REALLY DID THAT and approximately a hundred laughing emojis.
In Japan, Morgan's phone was already in his hand.
Tays.
Read immediately. Then Tays, on stream, very visibly checked his phone and went slightly still.
"Oh," Tays said.
"What?" you said.
"Nothing." He put his phone face down on the desk with exaggerated casualness. "Nothing at all. Carry on."
Morgan: I've been watching for twenty minutes mate
Tays: haha hi didn't see you there
Morgan: put me on
Tays: you sure?
Morgan: Tays.
Thirty seconds later Tays was holding his phone up to the camera with the vibe of a man who had made his bed and was now lying in it.
"Alright lads," Morgan said.
Chat detonated.
GINGE IS ON and HE WAS WATCHING and RUN TAYS RUN filling the screen faster than anyone could read it.
You turned to look at the phone and your face did the thing — the immediate warmth, the smile that arrived before you'd decided to do it — and Morgan felt it from a hotel room thousands of miles away.
"Hi," you said. Soft. Just for a second before everything else caught up.
"Hi, love." Then he looked at Tays. "Tays."
"Ginge," Tays said, with the energy of a man trying to hold his ground. "Mate. I was just—"
"I heard what you were just," Morgan said. Pleasantly. The dangerous kind of pleasant. "I've been watching for twenty minutes, haven't I."
"It was banter—"
"The bear," Morgan said, completely unbothered, chat absolutely losing it in the background, "was a considered purchase. From a market. I went back for it specifically because she looked at it once and didn't say anything." He paused. "That's called paying attention, Tays. You should try it."
Chat: HE WENT BACK FOR IT which became the dominant comment for the next several minutes.
"She's laughing," Tays said, gesturing at you, grasping at anything. "She thinks it's funny—"
"She's laughing at you," Morgan said. "Different thing."
"Technically," you said, "I'm laughing at both of you."
"See," Morgan said. "She's fine. The bear is doing what it's supposed to do and she's perfectly happy." He looked at Tays with the steady energy of someone who had all the time in the world. "Don't take the mick out of her on stream, mate. Simple as."
"GINGE," Tays said, losing his composure entirely, "IT'S A STUFFED ANIMAL—"
"It's her stuffed animal—"
"You bought your girlfriend a TEDDY—"
"I bought my girlfriend something she liked and she kept it and I think that's lovely, Tays, and the fact that you're finding it funny says more about you than me—"
"I AM FINDING IT FUNNY BECAUSE IT IS FUNNY—"
"Chat," Morgan said, to the camera, completely calm, "am I wrong?"
Chat: NO GINGE and THE BEAR IS VALID and TAYS IS COOKED in roughly equal measure.
Tays put his head in his hands.
"Can I talk to her off stream?" Morgan said. "Just for a minute."
Tays held the phone out to you. You took it and wandered out into the hallway and behind you the stream continued, Tays dramatically explaining to chat what had just happened as if they hadn't watched every second of it.
The hallway. Quieter. Just you and him on the screen.
"Hi," you said again, properly this time.
"Hi, love." His voice had gone somewhere different — softer, the stream energy dropping away, just him. "You alright?"
"I'm good." You looked at the bear. "Missing you a bit."
"Yeah." He looked at you. "Same."
"The bear helps," you said. Simply. Because it did and because you'd long stopped being embarrassed about it with him.
"Good," he said. Just that. No teasing. "That's why I got it."
You leaned against the hallway wall and looked at him on the screen — hotel room behind him, tired eyes, that small smile — and thought about the market stall and the fact that he'd gone back without saying anything and how that was so entirely, completely him.
"Morgan," you said softly.
He looked at you the way he always did when you used his actual name. Just slightly different from every other time. Something that only existed in that specific combination.
"I love you," you said.
"Love you too," he said. Easy. Real. "Get back on stream before Tays makes it worse."
You laughed. "Two weeks."
"Two weeks," he said. "Goes quick."
"Does it?"
"No," he admitted. "But it sounds better."
You smiled. Pushed off the wall. "Goodnight, Morgan."
"Night, love." A pause. "Tell the bear I said hi."
You carried the bear back into the stream.
Tays looked at you. Looked at the bear. Looked at the camera.
"Chat," Tays said solemnly, "I think I owe that bear an apology."
Chat: TAYS REDEMPTION ARC and THE BEAR WON and GINGE CALLED IN FROM JAPAN FOR THIS trending in the comments for the rest of the stream.
Later that night, the stream done and the house quiet, you were in the spare room with the bear and Morgan on FaceTime properly — no audience, no chat, just him lying on his hotel pillow and you under the duvet and the easy quiet of two people who knew how to exist in silence together.
"Tays is going to make a video," Morgan said.
"I know."
"The bear will be in the thumbnail."
"One hundred percent."
"You bothered?"
You considered it. "No," you said honestly. "Are you?"
He shook his head. "I went back to a market stall for it because you looked at it once. If Tays wants to make a video about that—" he shrugged, "—let him."
You looked at him for a long moment. This daft, observant, completely devoted man who had watched a live stream from Japan and called in specifically to tell his best mate off for taking the mick.
"You're ridiculous," you said.
"You love it," he said.
You did. That was the thing. You completely did.
"Goodnight, Morgan."
"Goodnight, love."
You fell asleep with the bear beside you and him still on the screen, and neither of you hung up for a very long time.
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