Sidemen One-Shots and Smut

58. AngryGinge13 - Sunday League

IDEA: Supporting Ginge at a Sunday League game + having a first kiss there 

THINGS TO KNOW:
-AngryGinge plays as a Goalkeeper in football
-He's hot
-I've never watched Sunday league in my life, idfk what im writing abt here.

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-October, Autumn weather was steadily rolling in when your best mate Morgan had his football game over the weekend
-"You coming to watch?" He asked, cheeks tinted pink as he dropped into the driver's seat besides you, fastening his seatbelt before looking at you for your answer
-"You know I don't know much or really care about football that much?" You shivered, the car's seats feeling almost frozen despite the fact it was just Autumn.
 -Ginge noticed your coldness and plopped his jacket in your lap and put the car heaters on, before pulling out
-You always had a little bit of a crush on your mate Morgan, and as he looked back- putting his arm around the back of your seat to check he road before pulling out, you felt yourself blushing at the way his biceps peeked from beneath his jersey, his fingers just close enough to brush your shoulder and send electricity racing down your skin
-You'd only known one another for a couple years, but had definitely become close friends. 
-So close that you often wondered whether your hopes of it developing into something more were ridiculous.
-"Well, I don't care if you don't know much about football, "He shrugged, "I like having you there with me." His words brought a certain warm to your heart from their sweetness, and you could only feel yourself melting inside as he leaned over with a cheeky grin. "...Plus you're my lucky little lady- always save more goals when you're watching"

-That last line was what sold you- and before you knew it, you were wrapped up in a woolly scarf, beanie and even your gloves- the Autumnal chill too harsh for you to go out unprepared -It wasn't a massive game- just a Sunday league one, and you could walk down to the pitch and find a place to watch in there
 -You got there and wasn't expecting many people to actually be there watching, but there was a little queue outside the pitch which surprised you, considering you thought it was just a little Sunday League game
-Turns out Strathon (neighbouring, and most competed) town's team was going to be playing against Morgan's team.
-Little breakfast bar in the pavilion area was packed with lads getting their early pints going and people just basking in the warmth
-You joined in the pavilion, blowing on your fingers and warming yourself up...
-Your nose was bright red and stinging, along with your ears. Felt like bloody Winter. -As you ordered yourself a hot chocolate, you felt a weight drop onto your shoulders.
-You wheeled around and spotted a grinning Morgan behind you, his arm draped around your shoulder, hands kitted in the keeper gloves
-"See you arrived alright, pet." He gave your head a little pat with one of the gloves, flicking the fluffy bobble of your beanie
-"Yeah, wouldn't miss it for... much." You answered slowly as intrusive thoughts slowed your thinking. Morgan just laughed, all too happy to just have you there
-He looked damn good in his kit- flicking his head so his fringe fell back, chest large and puffed confidently as he punched his gloves together, clearly excited for himself

-You let him get down to the pitch and warm up, watching from the pavilion and walking down into the stands after a ten or so minutes when everyone started running to get to their seats
-Despite not being a massive football fan, you were a bit nervous for Morgan.
-For some reason, you really wanted to see him do well. And you hadn't seen him play before, especially not actually trying hard before, so you were praying for him to pull out a masterclass.

-And by god by half time were you on edge.
-Surprisingly, for someone who was generally uninterested in football, the tense atmosphere had you stood up the majority of the match
-Morgan had been working hard in goal, some of his saves having you screaming as every time your heartrate shot up, fearful of Morgan missing.
-Clearly though Morgan could hear your excited yells from pitchside, as he clearly let out a laugh each time he caught the ball or punched it away- his eyes drifting just slightly left to try catch a glimpse of your ecstatic face before kicking the ball out again 
-So far, Morgan hadn't let any goals in either- the score a solid 0-0.
-That did however mean you were bricking it for the second half.