#tml fluff

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  So here’s the HC:

Fred’s all big and strong and tough but we all know he’s a big sweetheart so he would’ve been nervously sweating proposing to you (as I imagine all guy players would)

When he did finally propose, you’d cry before a big smile grew on your face and you just repeated “yes, yes, of course” and he’d place the ring on your finger and smile just as big as you

He wouldn’t get involved in Wedding Planning

Because he says it’s your thing

And you try not to be offended, but know it’s probably for the best

So, other than the colour scheme and the date, he really doesn’t know anything about the wedding

Which means when he shows up, he’s legitimately surprised how much work you put into it

He writes you a letter, something that the Wedding Planner suggested, and asks his Dad to give it to you -- the two of you had really hit it off, so it felt fitting

You give Freddie’s letter to his sister, who’s one your bridesmaids, to give to him.

Then you read them while your backs are turned to each other

He hears you laughing

You hear him snicker

He hears you crying

You feel him adjust his stance, indicating he’s trying to hold back tears

He hears your “awww”

He smiles

You drop your hand by your side to grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his

“I love you” he whispers

 “I love you too” you whisper back, before you’re taken back to your dressing room because it’s almost time for the ceremony to start

Freddie takes his place at the altar

Morgan at his side as his best man

You feel your stomach flutter

You can’t believe you’re getting married

As soon as the doors open, you find Freddie and notice the proud smile that Morgan gives him before Freddie looks at you

The crowd disappears and it’s just you and him

You walk slowly down the aisle so you don’t trip over your dress and when you get to the altar, you turn to your Dad as he kisses your cheek.

“Who gives this woman to this man?” Your officiant asks

“I do” your dad replies, still looking at you

“You better be good to her, Andersen,” he says under his breath to Freddie as he helps you up the stairs.

Freddie nods and takes your hand; you smile up at him

He jokingly steps down a few steps to lessen the height difference and your friends and family laugh before you smack his arm

When the vows come around, Freddie says he’ll start but can’t quite get started. A tremor in his voice and his eyes welling with tears so you say you can go

“Freddie,” you say, holding his hands in yours and looking up at him, “I can’t say I’ll promise to obey you, but I can promise that I will always love you. Even if you leave dirty clothes outside the hamper because you were throwing it from the bed and kept missing. I will love you when you inevitably forget to put the toilet seat down. I will love you even if you don’t call me from the road.

But I’ll make sure you know you didn’t call me

I will love you when your singing is off key and your movie choices are childish and horrid. I will love you when you get jealous. I will love you when you act like you don’t care. I will love you when you’re far away, I’ll love you when you’re close by. I promise not to make promises I can’t keep. I promise to send you “flirty” texts when I think you need them. I will spend my whole life loving you.”

A tear finally cascaded down his cheek and you wiped it away.

“Can I just say ditto?” he joked

You laughed but waited for him to start, squeezing his hands so he knew how much you loved him. By the time he finished his vows, you were holding back a flood of tears

“You’re going to make me ruin my makeup” you joked, gently wiping away the tear from the corner of your right eye.

You were finally married. And you danced the whole night. With a few too many shots of Schnapps and almost no food. You managed to get a couple candid shots of Freddie with Morgan before you decided to ruin the moment

“MORGAN!” you yelled, flopping into him as you hugged him, “thank you. For not taking him to a strip club for his bachelor party”

“How do you know I didn’t?”

“I’m choosing to believe you didn’t”

Freddie notices that your energy is dropping and he suggests going back to the room

“You want to get me alone?” you slurred, “I thought you’d never ask”

When he got you back to the room, and carried you over the threshold, he set you down. Leaning down to take off your heels. You kissed him on his way back up, placing your hand on his jaw to bring him to your lips. He turned you around to undo your dress, fumbling with the multiple parts and you laughed as you felt his hands drop a few times.

He finally gets it undone and you turn back to him, placing your arms around his neck and stare at him for a second before pushing him closer to you.

“Are we gonna make this marriage official?” you whisper

“I’d love to, Mrs. Andersen,” he replies and you wiggle your eyebrows at him, “but I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. We should probably just get under the covers and get some sleep.”

“What?” you said loudly, “you don’t want to have sex with me on our wedding night?” You wandered to the mattress in your lingerie and tried to look sexy in order to change his mind

“Of course I do, but you’re falling asl--” he started as your head dropped to the pillow, “and there you go. Okay, baby. Get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning. I love you”

  If there was one thing you could say about your co-workers is that they knew how to throw a killer Office Christmas Party. They rented out an entire bar for the night, brought games and gave everyone a handful of drink tickets which meant you were likely to get very drunk before the Jenga tower fell. The only problem was, everyone in the office was part of a couple and you hated being the only single one there, so you dragged your friend Morgan with you; This was the fourth consecutive year he’d agree to join you but the first that he didn’t really seem to argue about it.

  “I was with some of my friends, waiting for practice to start, you know passin’ a baseball just to waste time,” a group gathered around Mo as he recalled the first time the two of you met, smiling with every word that left his mouth before putting his arm around your shoulders, “and this one decides that’s the perfect place to stand. Naturally, she was right in the path of a rogue baseball and it hit her square in the forehead.” You laughed as he continued, explaining that, of course, he came to check on you after the ball hit you but you had to interject; if only to defend yourself

  “First of all,” you started, “I wasn’t just standing there, I was tying my shoe and when I stood up, I saw you toss the ball to your friend across from you which was no where in my direction so I thought I was safe. Second, when you came over to ask if I was okay I believe I told you that you needed better aim...”

  “You did,” he admitted, a blush rushing his cheeks and you furrowed your brow for a second, “and you said that baseball really wasn’t my sport”

  “Clearly I didn’t know what practice he was waiting to go into” you joked to the group in front of you who laughed and then gushed over the food that was being put out; Morgan guided you over to a booth

  “You hungry?” he asked as you got settled in the booth, making you jerk your head to look at him

  “I’m always hungry but let’s wait until we see what everyone has. That way the line will die down a bit too”

  “Well I was gonna say I could just grab us both a plate and you could save the booth for us...” You raised your eyebrow questioningly but agreed, watching as he stood in line behind your co-workers before joining one of their conversations. You noticed him look back at you a few times and you couldn’t tell if he was talking about you or just checking up on you but you were starting to feel butterflies in your stomach. You’d known Morgan almost your entire life, since that day he hit you with a baseball when you were 14, but something about the way he smiled at you tonight was different. New. And you weren’t exactly sure what to do about it.

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Morgan’s P.O.V.

  It had been building up for a while. You went to her work Halloween Party because she couldn’t come to yours and the two of you looked very mismatched, you as Brian May from Queen while (Y/N) went as a skeleton; You couldn’t help but stare at her in the skintight outfit. From then on, the thoughts you had about her were only outweighed by the feelings that her smile gave you every time you saw it.

  So, when the time came for her to ask you to go to her annual Office Christmas Party, you agreed much less reluctantly than usual. And she noticed.

  “I just don’t want you to look pathetic” you told her and she nodded, smiling to herself a smile that made you bite your lip quickly so she wouldn’t notice. When you went to pick her up, you weren’t expecting her to be in a dress that made your knees weak.

  “Morgan Rielly, look at you!” she cooed while you stood there speechless, “you didn’t have to wear a suit for this. You’re going to be so uncomfortable. But you do look very handsome.” Her words lingered in the air as you stood in front of her, trying to muster something to say but nothing came out, “thank you, (Y/N), you’re welcome, Mo,” she joked, “now, let’s go before we’re late for this party.” When you got there, she left you to your own devices, tried to let you loose on her coworkers, but all you wanted to do was be close to her, so when she started talking to a couple people by the bar you hadn’t met yet, you introduced herself; followed closely by the story of how you met (Y/N). The party was as fun as it always was and (Y/N)’s smile was growing the more the night went on.

  “You hungry?” you asked as she hopped into the booth

  “I’m always hungry” she smiled before telling you to sit down to let the line die down a little

  “Well I was gonna say I could just grab us both a plate and you could save the booth for us...” you replied and watched her face contort into a look of confusion before she nodded and you went on your way. You started talking to a couple of her coworkers as you waited in line, looking back at (Y/N) every once in a while, just to see what she was doing; you smiled at her once when she caught your stare and her eyes snapped back to her phone and you continued talking to the group in line with you.

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  “Time for the food dance,” Mo said as he brought you a plate full of food, “come on, let’s see it.” A bunch of your coworkers settled into the booth with you but Morgan was sure to steal the spot right next to you

  “What’s the food dance?” someone asked

  “It’s not really a dance,” you started, “I just kind of, out of habit, do a little wiggle when I get a plate of food. Because I’m happy to have food” you looked at Mo as you explained, letting out a small laugh when he smiled at you. Someone broke out Cards Against Humanity and the group couldn’t contain their laughter and the alcohol was definitely not helping with that.

  “Is there going to be any dancing this year?” Mo asked and you were about to say no when your coworker, Lisa, grabbed him and dragged him to an opening by the bar; he looked so uncomfortable that you couldn’t help but laugh, so you grabbed her husband, Mark, and made your way out beside Mo and Lisa. The four of you were dancing horribly but having a good time nonetheless; Mark kept spinning you around until you eventually fell into Morgan

  “Sorry” you laughed as Mo helped you to your feet but didn’t let you go quite yet

  “Well...” he smiled, “since you’re here, wanna dance?” You smiled, readjusting your stance so you could dance with him when the song changed to something slow. He pulled you close to him before resting his mouth next to your ear and you felt your heart beat faster as his hands stationed themselves on your waist. You waited for him to say something, anything, since he was so close to your ear but he never did so you lifted your eyes to meet his; you watched his eyes dance across your face for a second before it looked like he was leaning in.

  “I.. I.. I have to.. I’m sorry Mo...” you stammered before running, “stay. Enjoy the night. I have to go...” You quickly grabbed a cab before Morgan could catch you but you soon realized you left your purse at the bar. Shit, you thought to yourself, trying to figure out a way to get out of it once the cab dropped you off. When he pulled up in front of your house, you tried the ol’ ‘my boyfriend just broke up with me and I’m really having a rough night’ speech but it didn’t seem to be working so you tried just getting out of the cab

  “Look, I’m sorry. My friend is on her way here and she’ll cover my fare. I’ll wait here for her, I really did leave my bag at the bar” you tried but the driver wasn’t having any of it

  “You’ve basically stolen from me. I could’ve picked up a legitimate fare!” he yelled

  “I’m sorry. When I got in, I thought I had my purse and by the time I realized I didn’t it was already too late,” you could feel yourself begin to cry, “I feel really really bad. This isn’t something that I do, like ever, I’m so so sorry.” Just then, Morgan got out of an Uber and you heard him come to your rescue, like he had done so many times before but you were still so unsure of what had happened at the bar. He walked you back to your apartment, to make sure you were okay, and you invited him in

  “Let me try to explain...” you pleaded and he obliged; walking past you to sit on the couch. You sat down next to him and let your head fall to your hands and he rubbed your back soothingly as your sighed, “I really don’t have an explanation. I thought you were, that you might.” He sat up, hand still on your back as you tried to get the words out

  “Might what?” he asked, his forehead creasing as you searched his eyes for what you saw earlier, unaware that your eyes had stopped when they reached his lips

  “Might be trying to kiss me”

  “Would that be such a bad thing?” he replied, turning his knees to yours slightly

  “Maybe” you said quietly, still not looking away from his lips

  “I don’t think so”

  “I don’t want to ruin our friendship”

  “We won’t”

  “I don’t do friends with benefits, Mo. I’ve said that...”

  “It’s just a kiss.” His words finally broke you out of your daze

  “So you were trying to kiss me!” you said definitively and he smiled

  “Yes”

  “It’s a bad idea, Mo.” He pondered your words for a second before taking off his jacket, “what are you doing?!” you exclaimed

  “Relax. I’m just getting a little more comfortable”

  “Why?” You said, stupidly, knowing that his next move would be to lean in and capture your lips in a kiss. His hand that was stationed on your back slowly moved up to cup your cheek and his thumb grazed your bottom lip as you watched his tongue peak out to wet his lips, your own hands instinctively trailing up his arms; he leaned in slowly, as if not to spook you, and you felt your back arch so your chest could meet his. When his lips finally found yours, it was intense and soft at the same time. The two of you moved in a rhythm so natural that you weren’t sure how either of you survived without it. Except, you’d always had it, just not like this. The kiss grew more heated and with every twist, you felt something build inside of you, your tongue danced with his and his hands roamed down your body, grazing your breasts lightly, before reaching your hips and pulling you on top of him; making you let out a little laugh at the awkward repositioning