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1: fire bed.
“What do you mean your ‘bed caught fire’?!” Morgan was understandably upset; their apartment was just full of heavy fire smoke until Alex snapped it, and the burning bed, away.
“Well, I sneezed… and when I sneezed, fire shot out.” Alex explained like it was some normal thing. Considering it was Alex though, this was normal.
“You couldn’t have sneezed somewhere like the bathroom?! That whole room is made of tiles pretty much!” Morgan put their face in their hands with a groan of dissatisfaction.
“Look on the bright side! We can have a sleepover in your room!” He said cheerfully, grinning a grin that to others would have been unsettling, but to Morgan, was a comfort.
“Oh hell no. I am not risking you sneezing again anywhere near my bed. I love that mattress. You’re sleeping on the couch.” Alex pouted.
“But Moorrggaaan, the couch suuucks!” They whined.
“Then you can go stay in your Antarctica base until your room has been fixed.” They said sternly, looking at Alex again like a disappointed parent. Alex looked like a kicked puppy.
Fuck. That plan failed.
2: no guest room?
“I don’t have a guest room anymore, I converted it into an arcade room.” Morgan stared at Alex. Blinked once. Twice.
“You turned your guest room into an arcade room.” They stated.
“Yep! Sure did! Pretty cool in there, and that means we have to have sleepover in my room for the time being, since someone has a warrant on them from the Fairness Association for hacking into their system and replacing every single with a cartoon 64-bit roach that spins to a deep-fried version of ‘De Kakkerlak’ by Papa Ecchi and if they tried to remove the malware then a real roach spinning to ‘Throw Dat Ass In a Circle’ by Lil Ronny MothaF corrupted their entire system and played at max volume throughout then entire building.” Alex looked at Morgan thoroughly unimpressed and a little bit scolding, even though deep down he thought that was funny.
Morgan giggled, making Alex’s heart flutter.
“Come on, you know that was hilarious.” They pushed at him, unfazed when Alex barely budged, still giggling.
“Okay, yes, it was hilarious.” He admitted and finally Morgan laughed full and loud. Alex stared in wonder at the little gremlin of a person in front of him. I am so down bad.
“Anyyyways, guest room is an arcade, so that means we share my room.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” they began, removing from their laughing fit. “I know how you like your beauty sleep and I toss and turn a lot so I can just take the couch.” They patted him on the shoulder, moving past him to go sniff out the arcade room. Alex couldn’t even argue with that logic without sounding pushy and raising suspicion.
FUCK! And I spent so long on this one…
3: The Honeymoon Suite.
Alex was unpacking both their bags when he caught a flying bottle of… something.
“Is this… Lube?” He asked. Morgan cackled.
“Yes! It was wrapped in a bow in the nightstand!” They laughed so hard, doubling over. Alex turned the bottle in his hand, a light blush on his cheeks at some of the thoughts flowing through his head and snorted.
“Its flavored.” That sent Morgan into another fit of laughter. They fell on their hands and knees cackle wheezing.
“Why is this so funny? Am I missing something?” He tilted his head in questioning.
“aahh Phew, oh my gods. Haha.. no no it’s just funny because I keep thinking about drenching ourselves in it and then wrestling.” Morgan sat back on their legs looking at Alex. Alex’s heart thumped hard for a moment, mind going straight to the gutter.
“Imagine trying to throw the other over your shoulder and instead you both just slip around like greased pigs.” That killed whatever excitement shot through Alex, he still laughed at thought thought. It was hilarious.
“Well… we can always get more from the staff.”
“Noooo no no, they’ll think we’re crazy.”
“What? Why would they think that?”
“Alex. Lube, honeymoon suite, two people presumably on a honeymoon. I’m sure you can put that together.” They got up and moved to the balcony opening the double doors.
“Okay you have a point.” He mumbled, a little bummed at the daydream of them being on a honeymoon being broken.
“So, how are we going to do the sleeping arrangements?” Morgan inquired as they leaned over the balcony railing, watching the ocean below.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, we can’t share the bed, you’re a light sleeper and I wake up a lot during the night and get up. You’d never be able to get good sleep.”
“I’m sure we could make it work…” Alex wanted to pout.
“No no, I’m not going to let you be tired, Alex. Mm… I’ll request extra pillows and sheets and just take the floor.”
“Morgan, your bones will hate you if you do that. How about I take the floor…” Morgan made a ‘psh’ sound, waving Alex off.
“No way! You will whine and complain all day tomorrow if you do.”
“And you won’t? No, you’re taking the bed.”
“Alex stop being difficult.”
“Get on the bed.” Alex demanded. Morgan crossed their arms.
“No.” They both glared at each other and then Alex lunged at them. They tussled for a bit. Morgan was already hard enough to grab when they both play fought; grabbing them when they really were trying to evade being grabbed? It was even harder but eventually Alex got a hold of them. He tossed them over his shoulder causing Morgan to scream a bit. He moved to the bed and tossed them onto it. Alex pointed at them.
“Stay.” Alex growled threateningly. Morgan was staring at Alex with an unreadable expression.
“Y-yeah… okay.” Morgan sounded breathless. Probably because we just tussled.
“Good boy. Now, I’m going to go get the extra stuff.” With that Alex walked to the door and left the room. Once the door clicked closed behind him, he sighed.
Why is my luck so bad…
4: …glitch?
“Hey, uh, Alex! Did you do something to the laws of physics?!” Morgan called from their bedroom sounding spooked. Alex was cooking lunch; he put the pans to the side turning off the stove with a snap as he all but sprinted to Morgan. Okay I definitely didn’t do anything. He came to a stop in the doorway of Morgan’s room where… their bed… and furniture…. We’re glitching in and out of reality??
“What the fuck?” Alex was perplexed as he watched the items glitch rapidly.
“What do you mean what the fuck?!” They yelled. A lamp next to them began glitched, making them scream and leap away, scurrying over to Alex and partially hiding behind him while Alex stared in wonder and confusion.
“Well, it wasn’t me that’s for sure.” He spoke. “But they definitely are defying the laws of physics right now…”
“Can you fix it?” They sounded less spooked now, more inquisitive.
“I mean, yes, but I kind of want to see what happens.”
“Yeah… I think I do too…” They watched together, standing in the doorway.
“It kind of reminds me of the Boltzmann Brain analogy.” Morgan said breaking their amused silence.
“A what?”
“Boltzmann Brain analogy. It’s the chance of a single brain forming into existence spontaneously.”
“To many words, brain hurt.” Alex groaned. Morgan laughed.
“Oooh, poor baby, did I overwhelm you~.” Morgan cooed. Alex blushed, making Morgan laugh and return to watching this strange event unfold. They both watched in silence again.
“What do you think would happen if I grabbed one of them?” Morgan said suddenly.
“M o r g a n.” Alex warned.
“I’m curious! I am a curious creature! You know this!”
“Either your arm would be ripped off and transported to another level of existence, or another place in space time, or your entire body would atomize scattering those atoms across multiple planes of existence or space time.” Morgan was quiet, but he could hear their brain gears turning.
“I’m going to touch one of them.”
“Absolutely not. I will incapacitate you until they are done glitching.” Morgan draped themself on Alex.
“Alex! You deny me of my nature! My nature to investigate! To test theories! I will shrivel up into a husk and die!” They said dramatically, hanging off Alex. He wrapped an arm around Morgan and hoisted them back up straight.
“Oh, be quiet.” He said despite the blush that creeped onto his face. Morgan laughed, pulling away from him. Alex mourned the loss of Morgan’s touch.
They watched in silence again.
“What would happen if we hit it with something?” Alex asked.
“Mmm…” Morgan thought on that for a moment, “Well, theoretically it would cause a black hole, or at least there would be a chance of it causing a black hole.” They replied. Silence fell again.
“It’s really loud.”
“Yeah.”
Silence again.
“Do you think it’s producing galactic radiation?” Morgan wondered.
“Yeah. It is.”
“How do you know?” They looked at Alex and he looked back, then motioned to himself. “Oh right.” Morgan smiled and looked back.
“How much radiation are we consuming right now?”
“A lot.” Silence fell again until finally, the furniture reached max velocities and clipped entirely through the fabric of reality.
“Huh. That was wild.” Morgan said. “Guess I’ll have to get a new bedroom suit.”
“You can sleep in my room in the meantime.”
“No that’s okay, I’m a little nervous to sleep in a room. I’ll sleep on the couch for a bit. What were you making for lunch, ‘cause it smells good.” They moved away from Alex heading towards the kitchen. Alex pouted.
Didn’t even plan this and still can’t get them to sleep next to me.
5: Christ above, give me the strength.
Morgan’s laugh rang through the old country home as Alex stood in the kitchen with his mom. Alex was distractedly listening in on the conversation they and his dad were having. Holding the glass cooking dish he just pulled from the oven. His mother snapped her fingers in front of Alex.
“Honey, I know you looove hearing Morgan talk, but I need you to focus so we can finish this Christmas dinner.” Alex grumbled annoyed as he sat down the dish on the hot pads.
“They’re talking about my baby photos.” He grumpily pouted.
“Nothin’ they haven’t seen before. This is the fifth time they’ve looked at your baby pictures.” Their mom laughed.
“It’s embarrassing! There’re so many pictures of me in the bath!”
“That’s ‘cause ya practically lived in the bath.”
“Mooooom.” Alex whined.
“Stop your whining, go stir the stew.” Alex humphed and did as he was told.
Morgan was basically deadweight against Alex as he tried to go up the stairs with his very drunk partner in crime. He was failing miserably. They hadn’t even managed to take one step up. Of course, Alex could just haul Morgan up the stairs, but he didn’t want to. Morgan was having fun being difficult with him. Plus, he wanted to enjoy the feeling of Morgan clinging onto him like this. He likely wouldn’t feel it again until next Christmas.
Sure, they got plastered on Valentine’s Day, but Morgan wouldn’t be pretending to be his spouse. Even though we are spouses legally… tax benefits or not… Morgan was very good at keeping appearances up no matter their state of mind. It’s something Alex really loved about them… they were just so smart and talented.
Morgan was giggling, stumbling, holding onto Alex their entire body pressed against his side. He enjoyed the contact a little too much.
“Morgan, work with me here.”
“Hehe nooo.” They giggled. “You should carry me! Like a princess!” They moved even closer and pressed entirely against Alex, playing with his hair, poking his cheek. Alex didn’t react at first, too busy trying to reset his brain from they ways Morgan was holding onto him.
“Alllleexxxx.. Alllex. Alex! Alex-alex-alex, look at meee.” Alex complied looking at them. Morgan’s smile was pure affection, full of love. Love that Alex only assumed was friendly (he’s a dumb dumb).
“You’re so preeeetty, you know that. I love your eyes so much.” Morgan slurred a bit tracing a finger along his cheekbone just under his eye and then down his nose. Alex was going to die right then and there, blushing harder than ever. Their finger traced across Alex’s lower lip.
“You have such soooft lips.” Morgan giggled. Their finger continued down his chin, tracing along his throat. It sent a shiver down Alex’s spine. Morgan’s finger turned into their whole hand sliding up to rest on his cheek. Morgan was staring where their hand rested with love. Their thumb stroked the apple of his cheek. Alex’s face was redder than a tomato.
“Hey.” He said soft.
“Heey.” They replied just as soft, looking up into his eyes. Alex brought his hand up to Morgan’s, holding it in place as he turned his head to kiss Morgan’s palm. “It’s time for bed, Morgs.” Morgan giggled;
“Then carry meee!” Morgan slipped their hand out of his and looped their arms around Alex’s neck, stepping on the first step to try and wrap a leg around Alex’s waist. Gods above, I’m really going to die. Alex instinctively put a hand under Morgan’s thigh, so they didn’t drop that leg and slip.
“Stop wiggling and I will.” Alex said sternly as Morgan was wiggling to try and get their other leg up. Morgan obeyed him. He shifted Morgan in his hold, making sure to lift them carefully in case they decided they wanted to be an Olympic diver and flop backwards head first into the floor and wall. His other hand grabbed under their other thigh and then hoisted Morgan up. They squealed happily, wrapping their arms and legs tightly around Alex, resting their cheek on Alex’s shoulder. Alex sighed and started up the stairs.
When he reached the top, Alex froze, hearing Morgan mumble.
“It’s really hot when you boss me around…” Alex’s brain shut down, Windows 95 and everything then he felt a soft kiss against his neck. And then another, and soon Morgan was nipping at and sucking little marks on his neck. Christ give me strength not to faint.
“Morgan?” Alex asked, trying not to sound breathless.
“Hm?”
“Are you… um… okay?” What the fuck kind of question was that?!
“Mm.” They made a noise of approval.
“O-okay.” Alex knew they were drunker than ever right now. I hope they don’t ask about the marks in the morning. I’ll be damned if I let these heal. He made his way to his room, closing the door with his powers. At the side of his bed, he untangled a very clingy Morgan from his body. Morgan whined as Alex laid him down.
“Hush.” Alex gently reprimanded. “You need to sleep.” Morgan groaned, but Alex could see him struggle to stay awake.
“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” They mumbled, halfway to sleep.
“Yes. I promise. Now, sleeep Morgs.” Morgan hummed in contentment,
“Mmkay loaf you, Alex.” They slurred drifting off to sleep.
Alex didn’t sleep at all.
I am dreaming. I have to be.
+1: bruises and… budding love?
Never being allowed to have friends over or going to see friends never stopped Superior from sneaking into their room in the middle of the night to hang out. How they managed to get Superior as their official best friend, Morgan will never know. Though, they wonder if their parents had a hand in it… At this point, Morgan was used to S teleporting into their room to spend time with them. Tonight was different though; as he came earlier than expected. Morgan was in the middle of treating the wounds on their body from the… ‘training’ their parents made them do.
They hadn’t even noticed when S appeared, usually they sensed the shift in the air, but they were to busy stitching up a relatively deep cut on their calf, cursing quietly when their hand slipped. They were still perfecting the craft of sewing themselves up. The reason they noticed S is because the air in the room grew… tense. As if power was radiating and it was not a good feeling.
Morgan whipped around, ready to fight, but their fight immediately turned into flight upon seeing the teen. Their stomach dropped out of their ass, staring up at the S-Tier as the S-Tier stared at Morgan’s nearly naked body. They had to strip down to their underwear to tend to their injuries. “Uh-h-hey…” They stuttered, anxiety creeping up their throat threatening to choke them. He really is scary when he’s mad… but fuck, what if he says something to someone? I’d rather he vaporize me right now. Letting someone else see their injuries was always a big no-no in the house. At least, a big no-no between them and their parents.
“Who did that?” He looked positively murderous, very different from his happy go lucky charm he had. Morgan swallowed, letting their body enter survival mode. Blank, emotionless looks, flat voice.
“What are you talking about?” They tried playing dumb. S looked them in the eye, the intensity made Morgan flinch microscopically.
“Don’t play stupid. What happened? Why are you covered in cuts and bruises?” He stepped closer to them, and Morgan quickly got to their feet, backing away from him.
“I was just doing some stupid tricks! Took a few rough falls is all.” Morgan lied smoothly. They could see his eye twitch.
“Yeah?” He moved faster than Morgan’s exhausted body could react, suddenly only inches from them reaching to grab them. By their arm? By their neck? Morgan didn’t know. What they did know is that the sudden movement S made caused them to flinch away hard. S froze, anger draining out of his expression as he recognized the fear that crossed Morgan’s face, even if for a moment.
“Morgan, wait wait, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m not going to hurt you.” He put his hands up in a placating gesture, making himself seem small like he was approaching a wild animal. In some ways, he was. Morgan stared, quiet, analytical. Hesitant to drop their guard.
“Morgan, you know I’d never hurt you. I’m not going to hurt you. I wasn’t mad at you; I was mad because someone did this to you.” He tried to soothe them.
“I can take care of myself. You don’t need to be angry on my behalf.” They said guarded.
“You’re right, you are perfectly able to care for yourself, sort of, but I know you haven’t been out much lately, and you have finger shaped bruises on your arms, and your neck too.” Morgan’s heart was racing, they hadn’t looked at themselves yet; too busy stitching themself together. S inched closer to them, reaching out carefully. Morgan let him, trusting him. S gently slid his ice cold hand up their forearm, turning their arm left and right to look at the bruise their fathers grip left on them. It made Morgan shiver.
“I’m fine. You don’t need to worry about it okay?” Morgan sighed, letting S examine each arm and then their neck with feather light touched. They started to relax, letting S’s hands roam to each bruise and cut. It felt nice, to be handled so gently. They could’ve cried, until they felt blood trickle down their calf from pulling the stitches they hadn’t tightened and tied off yet apart.
“I need to get back to this stitch job, or it’ll be a nightmare.” They didn’t move at first, enjoying the comfort their friend gave. S eventually pulled away and Morgan nearly whined at the loss. They caught themselves before they did and moved back to their position on the floor.
They sat down, one leg folding in, and the other being pulled close to their chest. They picked up their needle, dipping it back into an antiseptic, pulling the previous stitched out, and beginning again. S watched them for a moment before sitting down adjacent to them.
“Do you need help?” He prompted. Morgan shook their head, lining the needle up to their skin.
“Not-” they pulled a pain breath through their teeth as they stuck the needle through their admittedly inflamed skin. “-not really… can you just… talk about your day?” S nodded and started chattering about all that happened that day.
When Morgan finished, S was in the middle of explaining how whole cheerleading team asked him to prom, laughing as he recalled it. Something bitter burrowed into Morgan when they heard that.
“Im done.” They interrupted S’s story. He stopped talking about his day.
“Do you need help with the bandaging?” He asked, hoping to be helpful.
“No, it’s quick… but….” Morgan hesitated.
“But…?”
“I know we usually hang out at night, but I’m really tired. Can you just, sit next to my bed until I fall asleep?” Morgan blushed hard at the request, waiting for S to tease them. The teasing never came.
“Yeah. Of course.” The bittersweet warmth of the gentleness of S’s voice when he agreed brought a tear or two to their eyes. They blinked them away. He was always so nice to them; they don’t know why he became to attached to them, but they did. Morgan quickly bandaged their leg, putting some ointment on the minor cuts. They moved to get up, but the adrenaline had begun to wane, muscles screaming of overexertion.
S was standing looking down at them. “Morgan?” They felt so useless in that moment but knew their body wouldn’t get up.
“I’m sorry, um, this is kind of embarrassing but I…” They paused, not looking at S. “I, um, I can’t get up. My body is too tired to hold my weight…” it was said quiet, but S still heard.
“Alright.” S crouched down, coming into view. He smiled at them, making their heart skip a beat. They smiled back. S took Morgan’s arms and put them over his shoulders where Morgan then loosely wrapped their arms around his neck. They felt his fucking cold hands grip under their thighs and they were easily, carefully, gently, lifted up. Morgan’s arms tightened around S, tucking their face into their shoulder.
“Wait.” They said when S began moving. He immediately stopped.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“Can you just… hold me for a bit, until I fall asleep?” S didn’t respond immediately, and Morgan was about to apologize when he finally spoke.
“Of course I can.” He replied, voice full of fondness and… love?
“Can you also stay with me through the night? Just lay next to me… please?”
“Of course. Anything for you, Morgan.” Those words ripped a sob from Morgan.
“Morgan!?”
“Sorry-” They sniffled. “-I’m sorry. No one’s ever cared so much about me, I just don’t know what to do with the feelings that come from it.” S rubbed their back soothingly, letting them softly cry into his shoulder.
As the cries became less and less, Morgan was slowly falling asleep. He moved to the bed and laid down, arranging Morgan so they were comfortably laying on top of him, resting their head on his chest so they could listen to his heartbeat. S gently ran his fingers through Morgan’s hair, only furthering to lull Morgan to sleep. They were on the cusp of sleep when they sniffled one last time and asked:
“When are you going to tell me your name?” Morgan asked. S only smiled, continuing to run his fingers through their hair. Morgan was asleep before he could reply.
“My name is Alex.”