Every TikTok trend Ginge’s Mrs has done with him
📸 “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.
“Pisstake. You’re not going back there. I’ll find you someone else.”
