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The Sweet Snapshots

Summary:

Sister fic to my other fic- Life's Little Pictures. But this one is just the Non-spicy/ Smutless ficletts.

Drabbles and snapshots featuring D Tier Morgan and S Tier Alex. Will be at least mostly compliant with cannon/ not blatantly contradictory to cannon. Each chapter is a complete, self contained story.

 

Little peeks into the life of Morgan and Alex. Focuses on their interactions and the little moments they spend together.

Chapter 1: Table Of Contents

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Welcome to my ficlett collection! This one is for folks who just want to follow the non spicy/ appropriate fics from the Life's Little Pictures drabble collection (If you don't mind some spice and smut and you are legally an adult, feel free to check that one out!). But if you're looking for just the safe for work stuff, feel free to subscribe/ bookmark this one.

All fics are self contained, complete stories, so you don't need to read any of the others to understand any chapter and you can just skip around. If there are any particular warnings, they will appear before each chapter in the summary/ notes section.

Fics will range from about 50 to 2,500 words. All fics will at least mostly adhere to cannon and are scattered across the timeline.

It will be marked as compete, but WILL update as I have more things to add.

1) This is the introduction and table of contents chapter.

2) Morgan and Alex make a bet and Morgan gets a practical demonstration of Alex's powers.

3) Alex’s thoughts as Morgan and Alex cut the cake at the wedding 

4) Morgan throws a sandwich at Alex.

5) Morgan wakes Alex up to deal with some heroes.

6) Morgan checks Alex’s pulse. 

7) Alex wakes Morgan up to hold them.

8) Morgan comes home to Alex in the apartment after a long day.

9) Morgan makes Alex soup, and pokes a little fun at them.

10) Morgan and Alex exchange anniversary gifts.

11) Alex feeds Morgan a snack.

12) After Alex's scheme and a trip to Cancun, Morgan has trouble sleeping.

13) Alex and Morgan are grocery shopping together.

Chapter 2: Bet

Summary:

Morgan and Alex make a bet and Morgan gets a practical demonstration of Alex's powers. Domestic fluff. Some light wrestling. Discussion of powers. He/ Him Alex, He/ Him Morgan.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Alex laughed. “I am… not letting you make that bet.”

 

Morgan raised his eyebrows. “Why not? Scared, Alex?”

 

He snorted. “Scared? No. It’s just that you would lose.”

 

Morgan smacked both hands down on the table. “I am great at wrestling! I can get out of any hold you put me in!”

 

“No, Morgan, you can’t.”

 

“Yes I can! I’ll bet you anything. Name your price.”

 

“Alright, fine. If you can get out, I will let you have that grey hoodie of mine I know you want. But when you can’t I get to make you dinner every night for a week.”

 

“Fine!”

 

Alex sighed. He got up and snapped the table out of the way to clear a space.

 

“Alright, Morgan. How do you want me?”

 

“However you dare!” They said cackling. They launched up off the couch and crowded close.

 

Alex rolled his eyes and tried to mentally force down a blush. They came up behind their friend, who was bouncing in place. They breathed in, wrapped their arms around the other, oh so carefully squeezing the other until he felt Morgan exhale slightly. Then they released just slightly, to give him some breathing room and settled in place. They ended up with both of Alex’s arms wrapped around Morgan’s chest, tucking under their armpits. Alex griped both hands in their own sleeves and nodded.

“Okay, go for it.”

 

Morgan laughed. “Too easy.” They crowed. Then Morgan started to squirm, attempting leverage against Alex’s hold.

 

Alex released a slow and measured breath. They focused on keeping their grip on their own sleeves, on NOT bringing their arms any closer the their body, and very emphatically NOT focusing on how Morgan’s body felt as it wriggled against his own.

 

It would be so easy to get lost in the moment, holding Morgan close, but instead – a hand smacked haphazardly against his ear and Morgan made something akin to a whale noise- instead all Alex could do was laugh.

 

“Morgan that’s not going to work.”

 

“I got it.” He growled stubbornly. He stuck a foot against Alex’s thigh and shimmied up until his hips hit his arms. He tried to push up higher to no avail.

 

“Mor-” A finger landed in his mouth as his friend flailed about determinedly. Alex waited until he moved again- Morgan flopped forward before straightening up with a huff, both feet now off the ground with Alex holding steady. “Morgan that is not how bones work.”

 

Alex couldn’t help but smirk as Morgan tried everything to get a good angle, but he couldn’t mange to maneuver his hips past the tight circle of his arms. After a while, much longer than probably was reasonable, Morgan stilled with a huff.

 

“I win.” Alex said smugly. “I hope you’re ready to eat well, ‘cause I have new recipes I am dying to try.”

 

Morgan muttered darkly about stealing the hoodie anyway. For a moment, he couldn't contain the pure joy that he felt being around Morgan. He dropped Morgan to the side- Morgan squawked indignantly- and caught him easily with one arm around his shoulder and one across his thighs and lifted him up. Alex inhaled deeply then, aiming for where his shirt had rucked up over their tummy, blew a big raspberry right on their stomach.

 

Morgan shrieked, and then both of them were laughing together.

 

As the laughter petered out Alex put Morgan down gently.

 

Morgan shook their head and steadied themselves by putting a hand on Alex’s arm.“I guess I should have known better then to go up against someone with super strength.”

 

Alex snorted. “Not exactly what was going on, but yeah that seems like a good rule of thumb for you.”

 

Morgan blinked up at them. “What do you mean?”

 

“Well,” Alex explained. “It’s less that I was straining hard and more that I wasn't moving.” They waved their hand dismissively. “It’s a different thing entirely. I would never use strength against you.”

 

“Wow.” Morgan said dryly. “Rude. Way to rub it in.”

 

“No!” Alex said quickly before the other could move away. “That’s not what I meant! Its just,” He released a calming breath. “it’s just those are two different things. Like, look.” He held a hand up, with his fingers spread. He nodded in encouragement as Morgan grasped the hand with one of his own. “When you use strength you push back against whatever force, yeah?” He felt the pressure of Morgan throwing their strength behind their hand, and very carefully applied the slightest pressure back in response.

 

“Oh, wow.” Morgan said, eyes wide as they had to step back to compensate.

 

“But, like, here. Put your hands like this?” Alex let go and crossed their own wrists in front of themselves to show their friend. Morgan mirrored them with only a moment of hesitation. Alex lifted their own wrists above their head in display. Again, Morgan mirrored them and watched in patient confusion as Alex reached forward to wrap one hand around where Morgan’s wrists crossed themselves. He took a moment to make sure that his fingers were around both wrists and the thumb supported the bottom of both. Then he took a moment to focus on not moving. “And here, now instead of squeezing or pushing I just Don’t Move. The building could collapse around us and the floor could fall away and you and I would just stay in place. I’m like, spatially locked. If I am going to grab someone, this is usually what I do.”

 

Alex noticed Morgan looking at their hands with a calculating look.

 

“Normally, though, people try to escape so I doubt anyone would notice the difference. At this point all I really have to worry about is someone doing something stu-” Morgan swung up their legs and hooked one of them around Alex’s outstretched arm so they were hanging off them entirely. “something stupid like that oh my god, get down from there!”

 

Morgan laughed and swung down. Alex let go of them and immediately flopped down to collapse back on the couch.

 

“That was impressive. You didn’t falter at all.” Morgan sat back next to him.

 

Alex looked at him for a moment.

 

“Thanks.”

Notes:

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Chapter 3: Have Your Cake

Summary:

Snippet from the wedding. Alex's thoughts as it's time to cut the cake. They/ Them Alex, They, Them Morgan.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Alex thought the wedding ceremony went off without a hitch. It was an odd mix of people Morgan and Alex cared about, and people invited just for maximum dramatic affect. It wasn’t exactly what Alex had pictured when they had daydreamed about marrying Morgan, but since Morgan was only in it for the benefits maybe that was for the best. Alex wasn’t sure if they would be able to handle as well a small intimate wedding, where they got to finally say all they wanted to say in the vows and declare themselves to those very few people that actually mattered. That would feel too much like a lie. This at least felt like a bit of the show. And they had truly savoured the tense moments while Alex uttered the phrase “till death do us part”, the spike of fear that moved like a wave through the crowd, and the little smile on Morgan’s lips that said they were in on the joke.

 

They had eaten together, danced together, and made fun speeches for each other. Yet, somehow in between the little moments of tradition Alex was struck by how entirely it felt like any other time they got to spend with their friend.

 

The reception was started to wind down, and it felt like the night was smoldering down from a bright fire to the soft flickering of a candle. Alex desperately wanted to press each moment into their mind to keep forever.

 

Almost too soon it came time to cut the cake. Morgan wandered over, looking tired out from the festivities but with excitement lingering in their smile.

 

“Ready?” Alex asked. Morgan nodded. Alex took a deep breath and squared up to the cake, a five tiered monstrosity covered in frosting flowers but thanks to the cake tasting they attended Alex knew it would taste damn good. Alex put their hand on the cake knife, breath catching when Morgan put their hand atop their own. Alex could feel their calluses as they curled their fingers gently across their own and the small strength contained in their hand. Alex had insisted on just this placement of hands so that they wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally squeezing Morgan's hand too hard. One less thing to think about today.

 

One slice diagonally, a breath and then the next slice. Alex carefully cut a wedge shaped piece for the two of them to share. It took some maneuvering to lift the slice from the cake and onto the little plate Morgan was holding out.

Alex couldn’t help but smile just a little as they both managed to get it there without flaw. Alex looked up into Morgan’s eyes and had only a moment of seeing their mischievous grin to realize what was about to happen and brace themselves.

 

Sure enough, with a smirk Morgan smooshed the entire slice of cake directly into their face.

When Alex blinked their eyes open again part of them noticed the palpable fear-verging-on-terror that surged deliciously through the crowd of guests, but most of their attention was focused on Morgan.

 

Morgan as they laughed at the surprise on Alex's face. Morgan, haloed in flickering lights and dressed to the nines for the occasion. Morgan, as Alex grabbed them by the clothes the way they had grabbed countless heroes before subjecting them to a bloody death. Morgan, as they swayed gamely when Alex dragged them closer.

 

Morgan, relaxed and amused in Alex's grip.

With a grin of their own Alex lunged forward in a way that Morgan would not have been able to stop even if they had bothered to try and darted forward so they were pressed cheek to cheek. They took just a moment to savour the way Morgan's breath caught before quickly and heartlessly nuzzling them all over to spread the frosting all over both of their faces.

 

By the time they pulled away they were both flushed and laughing. Morgan had been batting fruitlessly at Alex.

 

The two friends, now spouses, shared a grin before Alex turned away to make their way back to their little table so the staff could get moving on distributing the cake. Alex sat down with a huff, pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping the mess away on their own face. When they finished they looked up to see Morgan, grinning as they approached with a slice of cake.

 

“Come’re.” Alex said with a little laugh. The two tucked close and Alex carefully, oh so carefully, held Morgan by the chin as they wiped the frosting and crumbs from their face. Morgan let them, closing their eyes and leaning close.

 

As Alex drew away, Morgan put a hand on theirs, fingers curling gently and squeezing over Alex's own . “I…” They looked down, seemingly unprepared for what they were about to say. “I’m glad I married you and not one of the minions. I’m glad it was you… just…” They looked down. “Thanks for doing this for me.”

“O’course.” Alex said, trying for nonchalant. “What are friends for? Now, shut up and eat some cake.”

Alex put a small bite on a fork and held it up to their lips. With a smile Morgan leaned forward, humming as they closed their lips around the little piece. They watched as Morgan savored the little morsel Alex gave them.

But Alex knew it would be useless to try to give them all of it.

It would just make them sick after all.

Notes:

The cake is covered in frosting flowers because Morgan really loves frosting flowers.

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Chapter 4: The Sandwich One

Summary:

Morgan throws a sandwich at Alex. Alex startles Morgan, gets a sandwich to the face, and gets to see Morgan's apartment for the first time.
They/ Them Alex, He/ Him Morgan.

Notes:

This one is very early days.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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The night was preparing to turn into day as Morgan walked back home after a very successful heist, one that he had been prepping for day and night for what felt like forever. It was all worth it, though, to have gotten his hands on the most famous emerald in the world.

 

And, on the way home Morgan had also gotten his hands on a delicious bagel sandwich and iced coffee from the place half way across town. He was celebrating!

 

Morgan hummed happily as they took a sip from their coffee and eyed their sandwich. Maybe just one bite before they got home?

 

He eagerly started to unwrap his sandwich mostly one handed, balancing the coffee cup on his wrist and clamping down on the straw with his teeth so as to not drop it.

 

Then several things happened all at once.

 

Someone appeared directly in front of Morgan via teleportation.

 

Morgan inhaled sharply in surprise, inhaling a mouthful of coffee and promptly attempted to exhale it out of their nose.

 

Morgan flung their newly-unwrapped, warm, delicious, bagel sandwich into the face of the mysterious potential attacker.

 

“The fuck?” Morgan said, still coughing and trying very hard to live. Then they looked up and locked eyes with the person they had just flung their sandwich at- the glowing, yellow eyes of the most deadly person on the planet. Morgan had the almost hysterical thought that maybe they should be trying even harder, somehow, to live. “What the fuck?”

 

Morgan had considered Alex a friend for a while now. He knew why he liked Alex- they were pretty smart, and funny, and just generally interesting, and fun to be around. He did not know, however why Alex considered them friends (or even if they considered them friends or just sort of tolerated them) but through the spike of his startled heartbeat he could only assume throwing a sandwich at them did not endear themselves any better to someone who once murdered someone else for dropping ice cream near their shoes.

 

Morgan made great use of their newly cleared airways and possible last moments to live to exclaim, “Do NOT, fucking, teleport directly in front of me, Alex!”

 

Ah, fuck.

 

Alex hummed noncommittally and brushed the parts of sandwich of themselves.

 

“Ah,” Morgan said a little morosely, “my sandwich…”

 

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It wasn’t the worst thing thrown at me this week.” Morgan couldn’t help but clock the movement of Alex’s hand as it moved. “One of the few things to actually manage to land on me though, so kudos for that.” Morgan considers that he should probably be apologizing instead of mourning his sandwich.

 

“Here.” Alex was holding out a handkerchief that they got out of their breast pocket.

 

“Thanks.” Morgan took it from and wiped themselves off.

 

He tried to hand it back, but Alex scrunched their face a little and muttered, “You can keep it. I have a bunch.”

 

Morgan tried not to blush.

 

“So, uh, Alex. What brings you to my little neck of the woods?”

 

Alex shrugged, golden gaze darting away from his own for the first time. “Bored. Figured I’d drop by. Hang out, maybe.”

 

“Oh, um, well, you can come back with me to my apartment.” Morgan said, stopping when Alex raised their eyebrows. “Look. It’s nearly seven in the morning. I have slept, like, two hours in the last thirty. I'm going home.”

 

“No.” Alex shook their head. “It’s not that it’s just… you live in an apartment?”

 

Morgan blinked. “Yeah? Where did you think I lived?”

 

Alex gave half a shrug and made an I don’t know sort of sound. “I don’t think about you unless you're right in front of my face.”

 

Oof. Harsh but fair.

 

“So, what made you think of me today?” Morgan wondered.

 

“Oh! You were on the news.”

 

Morgan froze. Oh, shit. Did someone figure out it was him? Did they miss a camera? Was one of the minions caught, somehow?

 

“Well, you weren’t on the news. But I saw that that gem was stolen. Didn’t you tell me that you were gonna steal that, like, months ago? Or, did someone else get it first?”

 

“Oh! Yeah, that was me.” He couldn't help the pride in his voice. And he didn’t want to. He did damn good today.

 

“Why did it take so long?” Alex didn’t sound like they were judging, just like they were genuinely wondering.

 

“Because that’s how long it takes to plan a heist this nuanced.”

 

Alex stared a little blankly.

 

“You’ve never planned a heist, huh?” Morgan laughed. “Well, trust me. I’m an expert. There’s a lot that goes into it.” Feeling giddy and bold, they reached over and patted Alex on the shoulder.

 

Amazingly, Alex did not murder Morgan for the sass and instead smiled a little. “I guess I’ll have to take your word for it, Master Thief.”

 

Morgan tried to bury his smile around the straw of his coffee.

 

“So!” Morgan said after a moment. “Are you coming?”

 

“I don’t think I’ve ever actually been in an apartment.” Alex said. They leaned toward Morgan intently, their voice was low and dangerous. “What if I don’t want us to go there?”

 

Morgan stared in baffled confusion. “Did you have somewhere else we need to be right now?”

 

“No…”

 

“Then, I would tell you that I was feeling a lot more generous when I still had a sandwich. If you want to hang out some other time, you can text me. On those phones. That we both own. And then we could plan something. Otherwise, you can come back with me to my apartment and I am happy to hang out with you there for a bit now.”

 

There was silence. Morgan wasn’t too sure how Alex would react to that.

 

“Well, come or don’t; it’s up to you. That’s where I am going. I like hanging out with you, Alex, but that’s all I’m up for right now.” Morgan took another sip of coffee and then started to walk home again.

 

After the span of a few heartbeats, they heard Alex falling into step just behind them. The silence as they walked was not exactly tense, but Morgan hesitated to break it.

 

It seemed like no time at all until they had made it home. Morgan led them up the stairs and down the hall. As they opened the door he said, “Here’s me,” and let them both in.

 

Morgan tried to figure out what Alex was seeing as they looked around the little apartment, tried to imagine what it would be like to see for the first time.

 

“It’s nice.” Alex said. Morgan raised his eyebrows. “It’s got nice… windows.”

 

On one hand, that seemed actually genuine on Alex’s part. On the other, it did hint to Morgan that Alex was actually a pretty bad liar.

 

“Thanks.” Morgan moved deeper into the apartment and Alex trailed along behind, peering intently at all the little things. “Let me grab you a shirt since you’ve got schmutz all over yours now, and then I can scramble us some eggs.”

 

Morgan shut the door behind himself. He made quick work of getting changed and called through the door. “Did you want to borrow some pants, too? Yours don’t look very comfortable.”

 

A moment later a “no thanks” was called back.

 

Morgan grabbed a shirt out of the clean clothes. It was old, soft with use, and a faded blue.

 

He opened the door and Alex was standing directly on the other side. Morgan pressed the shirt into their hands. “Here.” Morgan stepped around them to make their way, first into his workshop to drop off their gear and then to the kitchen to gather stuff for a breakfast. Alex had tucked themselves into his room, presumably to change.

 

Now that the initial spike of fear that the sudden arrival and then potentially dangerous mistake of the sandwich-ing them had faded away, Morgan relaxed. Usually, Morgan was pretty comfortable around their friend, Alex. In fact, it took some effort to drum up some concern, much less fear, over the “power” difference between him and his friend, but the jump scare had had him rattled.

 

Morgan sighed and kissed the idea of getting any sleep for the next couple hours away. Morgan might be comfortable around Alex, but even if Alex did for whatever reason make a habit of hanging around the apartment Morgan doubted they would ever be able to fall asleep while they were here.

 

“You mind if I do the breakfast?” Alex came around the corner.

 

“Why?” Morgan said. “Afraid I’ll poison you?”

 

Alex looked at them. “Poisons don't work on me.”

 

“Oh, have you spent the last few years in Australia building up an immunity to iocane powder?” Morgan laughed before catching Alex’s blank look. “Princess Bride?” Morgan would easily admit it wasn’t his best executed reference, but Alex failed to look enlightened. “The movie The Princess Bride? Have you not seen it?”

 

“Uh, no, I don’t think I have.” Alex said.

 

“Oh!” Morgan said, excited. “Let’s do that! I think I actually have that one on DVD somewhere, if I can get the machine working.”

 

Morgan couldn’t help but grin and grab Alex’s arm to give it an excited little shake. “Feel up for a movie, Alex?”

 

“Yeah,” Alex said with an almost lazy half-smile. “That sounds good.”

 

With sudden energy, Morgan turned around and scampered to the living room. First, they tided up just a bit by clearing off the couch and the little coffee table. Then, they got on their hands and knees to dig through the basket they haphazardly kept their dvd cases in, which was stored in the shelves under the TV. After a little while, the sounds of cooking petered out in the kitchen and Alex made their way over to the room. Morgan heard the clatter of two plates and then two cups being put on the coffee table, but when they didn’t hear the sounds of the couch creaking they turned to take a look at their friend over their shoulder.

 

“Alex?” He asked. They seemed to be staring off into space, but blinked back into focus when he called their name.

 

“Morgan…” They started. Morgan popped the DVD in and closed the player.

 

“What’s up?” Morgan sat on his knees and looked over in concern.

 

“I didn’t mean to scare you. Earlier, I mean.” Morgan was noticing Alex had a bit of a habit of staring at him.

 

“You didn’t.” Morgan said, rising to their feet and walking over. At the look of disbelief they continued. “You startled me, sure. But you didn’t scare me. You didn’t do anything to scare me.”

 

Alex was silent before they apparently decided to take Morgan at his word. It was true, at least. So if Alex did have any ways to detect lies, they should be confirming. Alex sat down heavily on the couch and the old springs squeaked and groaned.

 

“You did startle me.” Morgan reiterated, before throwing himself down next to them on the couch. The springs protested, and the two listed towards each other like they were on a boat in stormy seas while the couch decided whether or not it would hold their combined weight. Morgan used the sudden closeness to pat them soothingly on the knee. “You couldn’t scare me if you tried.” Morgan believed that as well; Alex was such an over dramatic goof they could probably only manage overdone and campy. Morgan laughed at the image.

 

One more friendly squeeze on the thigh and Morgan was moving to get the movie started, skipping through to the menu and setting it up.

 

Once the opening began to play, he looked over to see Alex staring at them with wide eyes.

 

“What?” Morgan asked self consciously and tucked a bit of hair behind his ear. He leaned forward to pick up one of the plates, eyeing the omelettes Alex made appreciatively.

 

“You really believe that?”

 

Morgan made a dismissive sound. “Of course. You aren’t exactly the stuff of nightmares, my dude.” Alex made a little curious humming sound. “Now, look, the movie’s starting. You don’t want to miss this, you’re going to love it.

 

“Yeah,” Alex said softly. “I think maybe I will.”

Notes:

jokes on you, morgan, throwing a sandwich in alex's face DID endear you more to them lol

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Chapter 5: Morning

Summary:

Morgan wakes Alex up to deal with some heroes. She/Her Alex, She/ Her Morgan

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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“Alex.”

 

Alex woke up suddenly, with a gasp.


As she came too, she realized she had her hand around someone’s throat.

Then she realized she was looking into Morgan's eyes.

A slow blink and then they took in Morgan's appearance. She was blinking blearily at Alex’s face. She was in her pajamas, the old faded grey ones she wore in the autumn, and was wrapped in the big blanket she kept on her bed in her room. Her hair was mussed, and she seemed tired and grumpy but not tense.

 

Then Alex realized she had her hand around Morgan’s throat.

 

“Hey, Alex.” She felt the vibration of Morgan's voice under her palm. “There’s a bunch of heroes outside. They’re all A Tier, so I think they’re for you.”

 

There was silence as they regarded each other sleepily.

 

“What time is it?” Alex murmured.

 

“Like… sevenish.”

 

Alex grunted.

 

“And do you mind if I try sleeping in here? I’m not having any luck in my room.”

 

Alex flexed her fingers, but Morgan didn’t flinch. “If you like.” Alex said slowly.

 

Morgan smiled. “Thanks, dude.” Morgan swatted Alex’s hand away. Alex let her and watched in bemusement as Morgan then preceded to crawl bodily over her and flop down with a sigh on the other side of the bed. “And if you can avoid, like, fucking up the infrastructure that would be great. If the pipes in my building burst because someone thinks that it would be great to punch some one else through the lobby, imma be mad.”

 

Morgan spent a moment tugging and prodding the various pillows and blankets into a nest-like formation. Alex reached over, ready to boop her to sleep but Morgan swatted at her with a hiss.

 

Alex couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “You’re not scared of me at all, huh?”

 

“Nuh.” Morgan said. Which could have been in reply to her question, or could have just been the sound she naturally made as she settled into a cozy spot.

 

Alex huffed a little laugh. “Well, if you’re not asleep by the time I get back, I’m booping you.”

 

“Pipes!” Morgan's voice piped up from under the big blanket.

 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take the fight elsewhere.” Alex smoothed a hand over a bump in the blankets- Morgan’s shoulder.

 

“Have fun.” Morgan replied in a murmur, seemingly content to settle in among Alex’s pillow pile.

Notes:

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Chapter 6: Pulse Point

Summary:

Morgan checks Alex's pulse.
They/ Them Alex, They/ Them Morgan.

References of previous character death and violence.

Notes:

Warning! This chapter references temporary character death. Alex died but came back to life.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Morgan slid a hand across the back of Alex’s hand as it lay across the keyboard. The clacking of keys paused. Morgan slipped fingers to cross over Alex’s smooth palm and Alex lifted their hand obligingly. Morgan closed their eyes and held their breath as they slipped the fingers down from the smooth palm to press at the pulse point of Alex’s wrist.

 

A spike of pulse before it settled down into its normal pace. Slower than average, but steady. They heard the in and out of Alex’s breath and felt the slight shifting as they moved away from their computer and faced more towards Morgan.

 

“Morgan…” Alex’s quiet voice drifted from the semi-dark of Morgan's closed eyes. “I’m fine. I told you I’m fine.”

 

Their pulse stayed steady.

 

“I know.” And Morgan did know.

 

A sigh.

 

“They got lucky. You knew I’d be back.”

 

Morgan nodded, pressing a little harder on the wrist as if that would make the heartbeat feel more real. “It took you a while to come back.”

 

“More complicated injuries take a little longer to put back to rights.” Alex reminded patiently. “I went down and the heroes swarmed. It happens. Doesn’t matter what they try; they can’t keep me down for long.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Hey,” Alex put a hand on Morgan’s, easing their wrist out of their grip. Morgan opened their eyes to catch Alex’s own- gold and bright and alive. “I’ll always come back.” They said it like a promise.

 

Morgan brought their hand up, following some kind of whim, and brushed gentle fingers along Alex’s lips- feeling the warm breath there and the slight give of the plush lip. Morgan then dragged their fingers up across a cheek- watching the blush bloom.

Alex blinked up at them, eyes like molten gold, and pressed a kiss to Morgan's pulse point on their wrist.

 

 

Notes:

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Chapter 7: Hold Them Softly, But Only If You Can

Summary:

Alex wakes Morgan up to hold them, but even that can't go easily. Alex has to be SO careful when they want to touch someone without hurting them. What if sometimes they just don't want to have to worry about that, just for a bit?

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Alex appeared in the quiet, dark of Morgan's room. Alex could hear the hitch in Morgan's breath indicating exact moment they woke up.

 

Alex knew what Morgan would be seeing- glowing eyes in the dark.

 

Alex could also tell the exact moment Morgan recognized them, because their breath sighed out in a sleepy gust.

 

“Wassap?” Morgan murmured, more asleep than awake.

 

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Alex whispered back.

 

At this point, it wasn’t rare for one of them to crawl into bed (or onto the couch) with the other but they had never addressed it directly and it had never led to anything more than cuddles.

 

“Sure.” Morgan wiggled over to make room. Alex picked up the corner of the blanket and crawled in. Alex wrapped an arm around their friend and pressed gently along the line of them, curing against Morgan's back. They sighed in tandem as the two settled in again.

 

“Mm-alex? Don’t smoosh me in your sleep.” It was said softly because Morgan was tilting fast back towards sleep.

 

Alex lifted their free hand to snap, hesitated for a moment, and then snapped.

 

“...What did you do?” Morgan asked after a few moments of quiet.

 

Alex took a moment to press their lips together and hold Morgan against themselves, feeling the in and out of their breathing and the warmth of them. “I… made you invulnerable.”

 

“Alex.” Morgan said warningly. They squirmed, elbowing Alex as they started to wake up enough to try and get their limbs under themselves. “Alex, that is NOT what I meant.”

 

“I know.” Alex said, holding them tight. Tight enough to bruise? Tight enough to break? Alex wasn’t sure. They didn’t want to think. “I know… just… just for tonight, Morgan. Please.”

Morgan stilled. Alex felt them breathe in then out. Alex waited, seeing what they would chose.

 

“You’ll put me back when we get up?”


Alex pressed their face in between Morgan’s shoulder blades. “Yes.”

 

“Promise me, Alex.”

“I promise.”

 

Morgan sighed and rolled onto one elbow. Alex withdrew their arms and started to move away. “I let you get away with so much shit.” But there was no bite in Morgan's voice and Morgan grabbed Alex before they could retreat far. Morgan rolled to face them and pulled them closer before flopping down on top of Alex, one hand dragging up to hold on to Alex's far shoulder and one leg sprawled haphazardly across Alex's hips.

 

Alex laid there for a moment, gazing up at the dark ceiling, before Morgan huffed. Morgan grabbed one of Alex’s arms and slung it over their back and then shuffled closer so they could grab Alex's other hand to tuck it into their own hair. Alex took the hint and pulled Morgan closer with one arm and started to tangle reverent fingers in the soft strands with the other.

With a deep breath, Alex melted against their friend. They hadn’t noticed how much tension they had been holding in themselves until they let it go.

 

“Get some sleep.” Morgan murmured.

Alex hummed obligingly, closing their eyes and pressing their nose to the crown of their head.

 

“G’night, Alex.” Morgan was quickly slipping back into sleep.

 

“Goodnight.” Alex murmured back, relaxing back into the cushions in the dark.

Notes:

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Chapter 8: Helping and Holding

Summary:

Morgan comes home to Alex in the apartment after a long day. They/ Them Alex, He/Him Morgan

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

The door opened then closed with a clang. Alex looked up, peering out over their reading glasses. They watched as Morgan tossed his keys into the bowl with a clatter and moved swiftly towards the kitchen without saying hello. Alex tilted their book down as they heard the familiar clattering of the coffee machine. They sat up a little from where they were sprawled across the couch under a blanket.

 

A several moments later Morgan reappeared in the entryway to the kitchen, looking very disheveled and annoyed. They seemed to be covered in a little layer of rubble.

 

“Rough day?” Alex asked gently, raising an eyebrow as Morgan jerked in surprise with a little gah sound. Morgan clutched his chest and looked over at the couch with wide eyes.

 

With a sigh, Morgan shook his head. “It was fine. Got caught up in a bit of a scuffle downtown.”

 

Alex sat up further. “Are you hurt?”

 

Morgan waved them back down with a roll of his eyes. “I’m not hurt,” he said as if it wouldn’t matter either way, before his voice darkened and dripped with poison,“but I have been inconvenienced.

 

The look in his eyes promised retribution and Alex shivered.

The moment was broken when Morgan twirled his heel and stomped off towards the bedrooms.

 

Alex waited, but when they heard the sound of the shower running they went back to reading. A while later Morgan emerged, in comfy clothes with his hair puffed up from when Morgan undoubtedly just viciously scrubbed a towel all over the strands to dry them off. He moved fluidly to the kitchen Alex closed their eyes and imagined Morgan fixing their coffee to the tune of the gentle sounds from the kitchen. When Alex opened them again Morgan was walking over, already swigging from the mug.

 

He made to sit down on his usual chair, but paused. Alex looked up to see Morgan looking at them with a calculating look.

 

“How’s your bubble right now?” Morgan asked neutrally.

 

“Non -existent.” Alex replied immediately, shifting the arm holding their book so it draped across the back of the couch and moving to stretch out flatter across the couch.

 

Morgan took the invitation for what it was-moving closer, shifting the blanket out of the way, tucking in with Alex along the couch so they were squeezed together on the cushions, laying down so their cheek rested on Alex’s sternum, and letting Alex tuck the blanket back around them both. Morgan sighed as Alex smoothed the fabric down, the familiar feeling of the firm hand soothing as it ran up and down his back and shoulders. When the blanket was settled to Alex’s satisfaction then moved their free hand to start gently untangling the wet strands.

 

“Anything I can do to help, Morgan?” Alex asked softly.

 

“You’re doing it, my dude.” Morgan murmured against their shirt. With an acknowledging hum Alex pressed their lips against the top of his head in a chaste kiss and brought the book back into place- now resting on Morgan's back- and continued to run fingers through Morgan's hair.

Notes:

In case it's confusing, Morgan is asking about Alex's personal space bubble- to see if Alex wouldn't mind some physical contact.

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Chapter 9: Soup and Laughter

Summary:

Morgan makes Alex soup, and pokes a little fun at them. She/ Her Alex, They/ Them Morgan.

Notes:

Warning for cuss words and mildly crass implications

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“You’re back.” Morgan said as Alex appeared by the door. She grunted in reply, moving to take off her jacket and toss it away (where it disappears, likely to reappear in the closet two feet to the left). “Haven’t seen you in a bit. How’ve you been?”

 

Alex sighed. “Fine.” She said tersely.

 

Morgan watched them over the edge of their coffee mug. But they smiled, hidden behind a sip. “I made soup.” Morgan said smugly, fondly.

 

Alex’s head perked up, gaze catching with Morgan’s before she whipped around to look at the kitchen so fast it would have cricked a lesser person’s neck. “Fuck, really? Oh, hell yeah.”

 

They were already most of the way to the kitchen, eyes focused and bright and eager as they made to procure themselves a bowl.

 

“Fuck, Morgan.” Alex said as they returned at curled up excitedly on their recliner protectively around their bowl. “If I could kiss you, I would.”

 

Morgan choked on their coffee, startled, but fortunately Alex didn’t notice because they were enthralled by their soup. Morgan cleared their throat. “I’ll have to keep in mind how easy you are-” Alex’s glowing eyes flicked up to meet theirs, “-to please.” Morgan finished coolly, watching as Alex regarded them for a moment. Morgan grinned, not backing down, and continued with a wry smile. “I can’t imagine what you would do when you see what I’m making for dessert.

 

Alex’s jaw dropped just for a moment, perhaps at the audacity, then with a loud laugh they threw reached for a nearby pillow and threw it at them.

 

Morgan let it hit them with an ooomph, curling around their mug protectively, and laughing to the harmony of Alex's laugh.

Notes:

I’m back! As promised :D

Life stuff is calming down and I’m hoping to have more time to write again, this and other stories.

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Chapter 10: The Cold Kiss Of Viking Steel

Summary:

Morgan and Alex exchange anniversary gifts. There is brief mention of vikings. They/ Them Alex, She/ Her Morgan

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Alex admired the ax as Morgan excitedly went on about the history of it, gleefully sharing little tidbits of what she learned about it. Apparently this ax had quite the history. It had belonged to infamous viking. It had been through raids. It had been through wars. It had tasted blood of long ago and would taste more soon. Because it had been lovingly restored to beautiful, working condition under Morgan's skilled hands. They traced the intricate engravings on the blade of the viking ax and the supple leather Morgan had used to wrapped the handle. Alex tested the balance, and with a grin found it to be perfect.

 

“Do you like it?” Morgan asked with a smile. Alex looked over at her over the stolen viking ax.

 

“I love it.” Alex grinned wickedly. Morgan laughed at their enthusiasm.

 

“Oh! I got you a gift, too.” Alex remembered, with a snap two items appeared on the table in front of them. “Let me know what you think.”

Morgan peered down at the items- a small carton and a spoon. She moved to pick up the container.

“It’s cold.” She said in quiet surprise. She peeled the lid off. “Ice cream?” She leaned in closer to sniff it delicately. “Coffee ice cream…” Morgan looked up at Alex in trepidation. She usually didn’t like coffee ice cream, claiming that the taste was too far off from the taste of normal coffee.

“Try it.” Alex urged. “And if you don’t like it, let me know and I can get you something else.”

Looking a bit dubious, Morgan picked up the spoon and the container. She scooped up the smallest amount of ice cream on the end of the spoon and popped it her mouth.

 

Her eyes widened and she almost immediately dove back in with the spoon to get a bigger scoop. She put that one in her mouth and Alex watched in bemusement as Morgan seemed to roll the morsel around in their mouth contemplatively.

“Is this…?” Morgan ventured after a few moments of silence.

Alex leaned forward with an eager grin. “The coffee from the gas station you like the most? Your favorite coffee in ice cream form? Yeah, it is.”

Morgan made a happy humming sound. “How did you manage it?”

Alex sat back smug, to watch Morgan happily scoop more ice cream into their mouth.

 

“I had to mess with the ratios a bit to get it to taste right. Took a bit of experimenting, but I think I got it pretty good in the end.”

 

“You mixed it yourself?”

 

“Of course.”

 

Morgan leaned forward to press a little kiss against their lips. The chill from the kiss reminded them of the kiss of cold steel.

 

“Thank you.” Morgan said, heartfelt.

“You're welcome. Happy anniversary.” Alex said.

 

“Happy anniversary.” Morgan echoed with a smile.

Notes:

Hey yall! I had a big life thing happen, so i've had a bit of a sudden writing break. But I am back now and tip tapping away on my keyboard (also, now i have a bluetooth keyboard where *aaaall* the keys work, so that is an exciting development lol)

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Chapter 11: Love is Sweet

Summary:

Alex feeds Morgan a snack while they are working. She/Her Morgan, He/ Him Alex

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Morgan was hunched over her desk, gremlin style. One leg was hiked up as far as it would go, so the shin was pressed up against the edge of the desktop, and the other was straight out behind her, thorough the hole between the back and arm rests of the ancient swivel chair. She kept her balance, though, with both elbows planted on the desk.

She cackled to herself, sketching intently and chewing as the ideas starting coming faster now. She practically crawled onto the table in her fervor to jot down th e new rush of ideas.

She swallowed and licked her lips.

This is was gonna be one of the best puzzle traps for Dog Boy to date.

 

She sat back, thoughts circling over the perfect way to lead Barnaby into the perfect spot to spring the trap.

She chewed anew, munching as she leaned forward to tap her pencil against where she had connected two thematic ciphers, trying to decide if she wanted to shuffle the order of the challenges.

 

She paused. Something was different.

 

She looked over her plans and sketches, eyes darting back and forth. Everything seemed to be in place.

 

Morgan licked her lips. They tasted like orange juice.

 

Morgan was baffled.

Something prodded gently at her lip.

 

She blinked.

Alex was there, face close to her own. And Alex was holding up a tiny slice of orange, pressing it against her lips so she absently opened her mouth to bite it- chewing automatically.

 

When she swallowed, she asked, “Have you been feeding me orange slices?”

Alex gave a half-smile. “You asked for them more than an hour ago, but when you didn’t touch them I figured you decided you didn’t want to peel them.” Alex’s gold eyes dropped to their hands, where they were peeling another small orange. “But also, last time I actually got you an orange, you didn’t seem to actually like it.” He waved a small fruit at her. “These are mandarins. You like them better, right?”

 

“Yeah…” Morgan said a little dazed. She watched as a look of extreme concentration appeared on Alex face as he lifted another prepared slice, carefully bringing it up to her mouth. Amused, Morgan accepted the slice, licking her lips after to catch the sweet juice. “They’re good. Thanks.”

Alex beamed.

 

A little confused Morgan asked, “Don’t you have better things to do than sit here and feed me oranges?”

 

Alex didn’t seem offended. “Nah. Not right now. And, anyway, I like watching you work.” Alex’s eyes flicked up to meet hers, glowing gold and orange. “If that’s cool with you?”

 

“Yeah.” Morgan said with a small smile. “It’s cool.”

 

She turned back to the table, the taste of oranges sweet in her mouth as her mind whirred.

Notes:

(author note edited Nov 11th.)
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Chapter 12: Consequences of Cancun

Summary:

He/Him Morgan. They/Them Alex.
A few nights after Morgan and Alex return from Cancun, after the scheme that caused Alex to be away for months and months, Alex is back to hanging out in the apartment.

Its late, and Morgan can't seem to sleep. He wanders out of his room, to up the security in the hopes that will help him settle down and is very surprised to see Alex there.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

It was dark, the only light in the apartment coming from the tv as Alex played video games on mute.

 

There was a creak. Alex hesitated, popping up on one elbow from their horizontal sprawl to peek over the back of the couch.


Morgan was shuffling, tired and bedraggled, out of his bedroom. He had a blanket like a shawl thrown over his shoulders and was clutching a mug in one hand.

Alex smiled. It had only been a few days since they got back from Cancun, from after Alex was gone for months during their scheme. They had missed Morgan. It was good to be back, but they weren’t quite used to it any more.


And Alex could tell Morgan wasn’t used to it anymore either. The second day back, Alex popped into the kitchen (at 1 pm) for… well, for Alex's lunch and Morgan's breakfast… meal time. As Alex was cooking in the kitchen, Morgan wandered in and had looked shocked at the coffee Alex had slid in his direction.

Well. They would both get back in the swing of things soon.

For now, if Alex stared dopily at their roommate and friend, well, it was dark and there was no reason not to.

“Can’t sleep?” Alex whispered, heart thump thumping- as it does whenever you see your dearest friend after a long time away.

 

Morgan gasped, a ragged and sharp inhale, and suddenly there was a mug flying through the air directly at Alex's face.

Alex blinked. Only having the instinct to dodge.

The sound of it shattering on the opposite wall was harsh in the dark quiet of the apartment.

Morgan swore, “Shit.” For just a moment Alex thought he looked panicked, but that couldn’t be right. The moment passed and Morgan just looked a bit surprised instead. “Alex?”

 

Yeah?”

 

Morgan sighed harshly, now empty hand pressed to their chest as they got their heart rate under control. “What are you doing here?”

 

Alex was confused. “Playing video games?” They gestured to the tv. Was there some reason they should not have come?

“Oh,” Morgan said with a tingle of quiet surprise, and then with acceptance. “I guess I just didn't realize…”

For once, Alex felt unsure. “Did I wake you up?” Alex asked softly, “Would you rather I left?”

“No,” Morgan said quickly, “no, no.” Morgan looked away. “I…” he started walking to the kitchen. “I haven't slept yet, actually.”


Alex frowned, watching after his friend as he disappeared into the kitchen. There was some rattling, like Morgan was going through the cupboards.

When Morgan reappeared, now facing Alex and face lit by the tv screen, Alex noticed how tired Morgan looked and was concerned.

Morgan sighed, now holding a new mug (hopefully, one not containing coffee). “Ima try and sleep some.” Morgan then sighed even harder and looked at where he had accidentally flung his mug. “But I should prob'ly pick those up first.”

With a snap from Alex, the mug appeared on the coffee table, unshattered and whole, in front of both of them.

There was a few moments delay before Morgan said Oh in surprise, and then, “Thanks, Alex.”

Morgan must be very tired.

They just got back a few days ago, and Morgan had seemed a bit tired then but Alex had figured it was just the change in scenery giving him trouble settling down to sleep.

Alex sat up straighter, moving closer, eager. “Would you like some help sleeping?” They moved their arm up as if to boop him to sleep, but Morgan jerked away suddenly.


“No!” Morgan paused and cleared his throat, face falling into a neutral mask so fast Alex couldn’t tell what he was feeling. “No, thank you. I do not want to be booped.” Morgan spoke with an odd indifferent politeness.

 

Alex lowered their arm slowly, looking over Morgan in concern. Morgan seemed to be refusing to meet their eye.

“I’m just gonna…” Morgan steps back half a step, “I’m just gonna, um, hunker down. That will probably help me settle down.”

Morgan then moved deeper into the room, heading for the front door.

“Hunker down?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, you know.” Morgan took a sip of whatever they had in their mug and gestured absently. “Hunker down. Lock down. Level Up. You know. Set the traps higher.” Morgan said this as if Alex would know exactly what they were talking about.

But Alex was baffled. “Set the traps?”

“Yeah.” Morgan said in reply. “You know. Like I’ve been doing on and off for months.”

 

For a moment, Alex thought Morgan was about to leave out of the front door, but at the last moment realized that they were in fact heading for the coat closet.

 

Alex made a noise of confusion, and Morgan blinked over at them.

“Oh, yeah.” Morgan realized, “You aren't on the Resident Distro anymore. I took you off when you… left … for more than a month.” Morgan sighed, tiredly, and pulled out their phone.

 

Alex watched in quiet concern as Morgan futzed around on their phone for a moment. Alex was really starting to feel that something was wrong.

 

A quiet noise came from Alex's phone.

 

Alex’s brown furrowed as Morgan put their own phone away and focused back on the closet. In amazement, Alex watched as Morgan reached into the closet and shoved all the coats on the hangers to one side, revealing a comically large lever. Morgan took a swig from their mug, grasped the lever with one hand, threw their weight behind shoving the level upwards, and then stepped back.

 

Alex heard an ominous clang as metal shutters slid into place over every door and window. A jaunty “leveling up” kind of jingle played through the entire apartment complex.

Alex’s phone made another noise as it indicated a new message.

Alex looked at Morgan. And Morgan looked at Alex.

“Whelp.” Morgan said after a moment. “I’m going to go lay down again.”

“Oh!” Alex said, eager now. Eager to help. “Would you like some company?”

Alex could count on one hand the amount of times Morgan curled up with them to sleep. But! It had still happened before! When Morgan was really having trouble sleeping, or was stressed, or something (Morgan had never exactly explained what led up to it) they had a few times flopped over next to where Alex was laying on the couch, and even once had asked to try to sleep in Alex’s bed, and then inched closer and closer until Alex patted the cushion next to themselves or opened their arms to let Morgan move close.

But each time was a moment Alex held close to their heart.

“No!” Morgan took a quick step back, deeper in to the apartment, before collecting themselves. “No, thanks. I’m actually gonna-” Morgan starts stepping back to their room, just a touch too fast to be causal, “gonna shove my dresser in front of the door. Sometimes that also helps me sleep. So,” Morgan is now in the hallway, “Please pardon the noise.” Alex sat up on the couch to keep Morgan in sight for as long as possible without outright chasing him. “And, I’ll see you tomorrow Alex. We can do lunch.”

Alex watched, baffled, Morgan shot them awkward finger guns. Because they were so thrown by this odd behavior, they couldn’t stop themselves from saying the first thing that popped into their head. “A dresser won’t stop anyone from getting in there if they wanted to.”

There was a moment of silence. Stillness. Before Morgan said quietly, so quietly Alex almost couldn’t hear them, “No.” They said soft and sure. “Nothing would stop you,” and then said bitterly, “If you actually wanted to be there, nothing would have been able to stop you.”

Morgan disappeared into the dark. The sound of the bedroom door closing. The scrape of something large and difficult to move shoved across the floor.

And Alex was left alone in the living room of Morgan’s apartment.

Notes:

Morgan's confidence was thrown once they learn that alex chose not to tell them about the plan (or to visit at all for months).

Bonus bit: Alex glances down at their phone. Morgan flipping that switch had caused an automated text to be sent to their phone.

Hello, [Resident}!
This text is to inform you that the [Puzzle Security} in the apartment complex has [Leveled Up]. Our records indicate that You, [Valued Resident] reside(s) on [Top Floor]. The difficult rating of the puzzles in your hallway have changed from [Expert] to [Insanely Crazy Hard].

Thank you for your attention, and don't forget to pay your rent on time!

Alex stares at their phone for a moment before muttering "thank goodness i teleport in and out of here.."

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Chapter 13: Simply Sweets

Summary:

She/ her Morgan, He/ Him Alex

Alex and Morgan are grocery shopping together. They have very different preferences for bringing desserts to parties.

Notes:

Class-Parent are guardians of the kids in the class who volunteer to help out. they run events, communicate between teacher, other parents, and pta, and other things like that.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Alex drifted behind Morgan, rolling the grocery cart along as Morgan wandered up and down the aisles.

 

“I don’t know why you bother.” Morgan was saying. “You could just steal the ingredients, even if you won’t snap them in.”

“If Chad even suspects these fruit tarts are stolen somehow he will throw them directly in the trash.” Alex clenched one hand in a fist of anger and glowered so intensely that the only other person in the aisle beat a hasty retreat. He said darkly, “If he tries to make my suffer that indignity a second time, he will suffer me.”

The lights flickered overhead and in the big freezer Morgan was pawing through and Morgan snorted in amusement.

 

“I’m surprised you agreed to be Class-Parent with him again this year.” She said, throwing two different kinds of novelty ice cream in the cart.

 

Alex pointed at her, “Your brother may be neigh intolerable to be around, but!” Alex interrupted himself to grab a bag of frozen fruit pieces to toss in the cart. “He is my only ally against Cheryll.” Alex growled.

Morgan hummed, grabbed the cart and rolled into the last aisle.

“Cheryll’s iron grip on the PTA will crumble. Chad and I have a multipronged approach-”

Morgan nodded and patted his arm, “Uh-huh. Can you go get the milk and eggs for me first?”

Someone turned the corner, saw Morgan with her hand on his arm, and immediately decided they don’t need frozens and backed out of the aisle.

“Sure.” He said, leaving the cart and walking off.



With a little smile, Morgan grabbed the cart and headed to the check out.

When Alex returned, Morgan was scanning the items quickly. And she was just as quickly tucking some of her items, unscanned, into the cute reusable bags Alex always brought shopping.


Alex handed Morgan the milk, and stood back, watching the skill Morgan used even just when she scanned groceries. Alex was always amazed by how many things Morgan was good at .

After a moment Alex said, “Oh! Didn’t you say that you wanted to bring a cookie platter for Barnaby’s party?”

 

Morgan hummed, finishing up scanning and moving to pull out their wallet to use the Family Card.

“I saw some good looking cookie platters over by The Steal-ables.” She said casually.

 

Alex blinked, thrown, “I- you- what? Where?”

“The Steal-ables?” She said simply. She grabbed half the bags and handed them to Alex, struggling to pick up the other half in one go. “You know, the stuff right by the door? Or even sometimes just outside the door?”

Alex blipped their half of the bags to the apartment and stole half the bags the she was juggling. She gave them a little glare, so Alex grabbed a couple more of Morgan’s bags. She rolled his eyes but lets him.“I am pretty sure those are not called the Steal- ables.”

Morgan snorted. “What else would that area be called? Its so close to the door, after the checkouts. Those things are even more easy to steal to than the rest of the store.”

“I don’t know, but it's not that.”

 

Alex rolled the cart back to the cart-home with Morgan trailing behind him.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Morgan causally walk by the table, shift her bags slightly, and without pausing, snagged one of the trays from the table.

With a grin, Alex fell into step behind her and they walked out of the store.

Notes:

Did i write this just so i can establish calling the stuff near the grocery doors as The Stealables? Maybe.
But mostly cause its my birthday today and i wanted to post something to celebrate! and i was in the mood for some domestic fluff.
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