Every TikTok trend Gingeâs Mrs has done with him
đž âBabe?â You walked into the living room, barefoot with just Morganâs 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.
âMorgan?â You tried again, this time settling into his lap with your knees straddling him. His arms opened as if on autopilot to hug you.
âWhatâs all this? Whatâs up?â He shut his phone off and turned to you, completely oblivious to the camera behind his head as your arms settled around his neck.
âI have to tell you something.â You say quietly. You try not to laugh. âYouâre not gonna like it.â
He smiles but heâs confused. âOkay.â He laughs a little bit. âWhatâs wrong?â
âIâŠâ you sigh. âI canât pay the mortgage this month.â You bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself laughing but you ultimately fail as Morgan bursts out laughing.
âWhat? You think itâs funny that Iâm poor?â You furrow your eyebrows as if youâre annoyed but you canât help the smile on your face.
âYouâve never paid a penny towards the mortgage since we got it 5 years ago.â He laughs. You try to be serious with him but your laugh gives you away. âIs this some sort of TikTok thing? Whereâs the camera?â He tries to look behind him.
âThereâs no camera. Iâm being serious.â You laugh.
âOk, love.â He spots your phone behind him, clearly recording. âWell, donât you worry your pretty little head about it.â He puts his arms around you and pulls you in close, kissing your forehead. âCanât pay the fuckinâ mortgage.â He laughs again, repeating you. âNext fucking joke.â
âHey!â You swat his chest lightly.
đž âWhat I wanna know is how thatâs not a red card? Is the ref fuckinâ alright?â Heâs 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, heâs used to you wandering around the house when heâs streaming. What he isnât used to is what happens next.
You stand in the doorway a smirk on your face.
âAlright love?â 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.
âWell, thatâs the end of the stream then. See you later, chat.â He runs out of the room, stream still running because he knows itâll get clipped.
What the fuck has just happened?
What did she say?
Iâm so confused đ
Eventually the chat manage to get it out of him and he tells them what happened.
đž Morgan lays with his legs crossed over each other. Heâs paying you no mind as you do a haul for your TikTok account, youâve been recording for about 5 minutes to try and make it believable.
âSo I got these pyjamas from H&M, they have little hearts on.â You show the camera. âMorgan, can you get out so I can change please?â
âHm?â He looks up. âWhat?â
âGet out, I have to change. Itâs a try on haul.â
âGet out? Are you alright?â
âFine, Iâll just go and get changed in the bathro-â You pick the clothes up and go to leave.
âNo you wonât. Youâll get changed here. Like you always do. What the fuck is this all about?â Thatâs when you start to break a little and a smile starts to form on your face. âThis better be some sort of TikTok thing. Trust me Iâve seen every inch of you love and Iâm staying right here, so get your kit off.â
âMorgan!â You swat him playfully with your clothes and turn the camera off.
đž You start filming. Immediately you gasp.
âOh my god.â You whisper loud enough so Ginge can hear as you sit and watch a film together.
âWhat?â He looks at you. âWhat?!â
âIâve just seen Heinz on tinder.â You look at Morgan, your face shocked.
âHeinz? Surely not. Heâs with Cara. He wouldnât do that.â
âNo, Morgan. I did, I just saw him.â
âOn tinder? Heinz?â
âYes!â
âWhat the fuck, maybe itâs a fake. Itâs got to be. Wait - what the fuck are you doin-â He sits up now. âWhat are you doing on fuckinâ tinder?â
You burst out laughing and he throws a pillow at you.
âKnobhead.â He laughs as he shakes his head.
đž âHi guys, Iâm in Qatar. We just got here last night for Match for Hope which is exciting. I thought Iâd film my skincare for you all.â You start filming, Morganâs pottering about in the hotel room behind you.
âYou excited for the match Morgan?â You ask him, just so you know he can definitely hear you.
âYeah, canât wait. Postmanâs back.â You laugh and raise your eyebrows at the camera.
âYeah, so I donât think I really said but weâre back for Match for Hope this week. Third year running. Iâm staying in this gorgeous hotel with my current boyfriend. Itâs gonna be so nice.â
Morgan pops his head around the corner of the bathroom.
âYour what?â
âIâm staying in a nice hotel?â You look at him.
âNo, the part after that. Your what boyfriend?â
You start to laugh.
âYou want to hope I didnât hear that right love or your âcurrentâ boyfriend will send you straight back to Manchester.â
âSorry. Love you.â You say as he walks back off.
âYeah, whatever âcurrentâ girlfriend.â
âHey! Itâs not funny when you do it!â You turn off your camera.
đž âHi guys, weâre gonna play princess treatment or bare minimum. My lovely boyfriend has finally agreed to film with me for once.â
âThought you could do with some more views on here.â He smirks at the camera.
âYeahâŠright.â You roll your eyes jokingly. âAnyway, so Iâm going to read a statement to you and you have to say if itâs princess treatment or bare minimum. If you get it wrongâŠâ You hold up a water gun. âI get to shoot youâŠwith water.â
âHow can I get it wrong, itâs an opinion?â
âNope, they all have a correct answer.â
âFine, go on.â He sighs.
âPaying for my nails every 3 weeks.â You hold up the water gun.
He smirks. âPrincess treatment.â
âWrong!â You squirt him with the water gun.
âWhat the fuck! Itâs princess treatment but I still do it?â
âBare minimum hun. Next one.â You look down at your notes. âPosting pictures of us on your instagram.â
âBare minimum.â
âCorrect! Well done.â
âLearned that the hard way.â He clears his throat and looks at the camera. You go to load up the water gun again. âIâm joking! Iâm joking! Next one.â
âGiving me your jacket on a night out when Iâm cold.â
He sighs. âBare minimum, but itâs fucking annoying that by the way.â
âHowâs that annoying?â
âBecause itâs every time, just dress for the fucking weather then we wouldnât have this issue.â
âUmmâŠdo you want a hot, sexy, drop dead gorgeous girlfriend or not? Iâll stick to my mini dresses, thank you.â
âRight.â He gives up.
âSwapping food with me if I prefer what you ordered.â
âPrincess treatment, oh my god. You canât say thatâs not. You know I do it but that is mad high maintenance.â
You giggle a little bit.
âYeah, ok. Iâll give you that, fairs.â
âLast one, buying me a surprise from the shop even when I said I donât want anything.â
âBare minimum.â He rolls his eyes. âAgain, annoying as fuck.â
âYay! Well done, you did really good.â You kiss his forehead. âSay bye to everyone.â You go to turn the video off.
âBye guys.â He waves.
đž You walked through the door, camera already rolling as you dropped your keys in the bowl.
âOh my god.â You say as you see Morgan. âThat was so painful.â
âReally? You normal say itâs not that bad.â Morgan looks up from the food heâs cooking.
âI dunno, I guess it was someone new who did it. Not as gentle as Chloe usually is.â You sigh. Morgan hums and nods, going back to his cooking. âIt was so awkward though, when I had to get undressed infront of him. Like I was bright red-â
âSorry? Who?â Morgan turns to look at you, stopping what heâs doing completely.
âThe man who did my wax.â You look at him.
âA man did your wax?â He looks at you dead in the eye.
âYeah, he must be new. Probably just covering for Chloe whilst sheâs away on holiday-â
âWhat the fuck?!â He turns to face you fully now.
âHe said he loves his job, heâs been doing it for ages-â
âWell, I fuckinâ bet he loves his job. Are you mad?â He laughs now. âHeâs probably some absolute weirdo-â
âNo, he was really nice.â
Morgan stills.
âYouâre taking the piss.â He turns back to his cooking as if to not entertain you. âTell you what, Iâll go and get my cock and balls done off Chloe, how about that then?â
You start to laugh. âI donât see the problem.â
âDonât see the problem. Pass me some wax strips, Iâll have a go next time.â Thereâs silence for a bit as you laugh.
âPisstake. Youâre not going back there. Iâll find you someone else.â












