#ginge

[swaddle]

he’s so photogenic 🐾

[w2soneshots]

okay so a fic idea for angry ginge (feel like people may have already asked for this) but reader is an actress and she’s in the jungle too and they have a lil romance. could do the first trial it’s ginge and reader (instead of ruby) ⭐️🎀

Get me out of here -Angry ginge

words: 1.8k+

warnings: comfort with a little bit of angst, feeling homesick (reader and ginge).

summary: after a ten days in the jungle and enduring your fair share of trials you were really missing home, a particularly hard trial left you exhausted and defeated but the boy you’d been crushing on comforts you when he sees you upset.

notes: thanks for the request lovely!🫶🏼 second request i based this on here! this isn’t accurate to the current timeline of i’m a celebrity, i just made it up as i went along. also added the part where ginge gets upset since as he said… men cry too❤️‍🩹. i hope you enjoy!!🤭🌴⭐️

You’re an actress. You’ve been in your fair share of movies alongside a popular tv show, though you don’t have any roles lined up until February so when you got asked to be on I’m a celebrity you just couldn’t say no.

The day you entered the jungle was something you'd never forget. You'd parachuted out of a helicopter and then been dropped straight into your first trial, that you'd managed to win, alongside Aitch, granting you a seat in the getaway car.

Ginge and Jack were the next two to get into the car. Aitch excitedly dapped Ginge up when they saw each other, as they're already mates on the outside.

That night the four of you ate steak, met the other camp mates and then slept in the comfy beds.

The next ten days consisted of constant hunger, gruesome trials, chores and lots of boredom.

Though throughout your time you'd made twelve new friends.

You and Ginge seemed to always gravitate towards each other, if you were sitting at the fire pit he'd always sit next to you, your beds were right across from each other and as you'd both been assigned the washing up duty you had loads of time to sit alone and chat.

You found him to be quite a comforting presence throughout this crazy experience.

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One night you were going to collect water when you'd walked in on Morgan sat on a bench at the edge of camp.

When you realised he was crying and he looked up at you, not with embarrassment but relief, you silently sat next to him, not touching, just there.

"Wanna talk about it?" You'd asked quietly.

"Just missing family," he'd replied simply, sniffing slightly.

You rested your head on his shoulder.

He smiled softly.

"Don't know what I'd do without you in here," he had muttered, voice still a little crackly.

"Hm," you'd smiled, "I'm always here to talk if you need to Ginge. I know your mum and nan and whole family are so incredibly proud of you."

The both of you eventually stood and he pulled you into a warm hug.

"Ready to go back?" You'd asked.

He nodded and together you returned to camp, both feeling a little bit lighter.

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This morning you woke up after what you assumed was only a few hours sleep.

Groggily, you peeked out of your sleeping bag to look over at Ginge, who was also still in bed.

"Morning," he muttered, voice horse.

You hummed and smiled in response, "mornin'."

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, turning on his side.

You sighed.

"Shit?"

"Shit," you confirmed.

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After eventually getting up and ready for the day you ate some of the rice that one of the camp mates had put on before everyone had to sit around the fire to wait for Ant and Dec to come down.

As per usual Ginge sat next to you, smiling politely as he did so.

"Good morning!" Dec sang as the two men appeared before the group.

"Morning!" Everyone cheered at the same time, though none of you were particularly happy to see them since they were about to tell you who's facing today's trial.

As they list off each person and you wait for your name you anxiously twiddle your thumbs.

"Aitch... it's not you."

"Get in!" he muttered.

"Ginge... it might be you," Ant announced.

"Brilliant," he smiled sarcastically.

You were the last one, and you knew what that meant.

"So that means y/n, it might be you!"

"Oh god," you groaned.

Ginge's hand landed on your knee, silently comforting you.

"Alright, Ginge and y/n the public have decided the person they want to see face this trial is... y/n! We'll see you down at the trial clearing later today."

You put your head in your hands and cursed.

"You'll be fine, honestly," Ginge reassured you.

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

A trial is not what you needed today after not having much sleep and barely any dinner last night. Plus everyone's hungry so the pressure is on to get stars.

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After getting ready Aitch and Ginge walked you to the bridge and waved you off.

You told yourself that everything was going to be fine as they took you to the trial clearing.

Once you finally got there you walked out to meet Ant and Dec and they told you about the trial you were going to be facing.

"You'll need to climb down into the chamber and crawl through different rooms to collect stars, and as I'm sure you know, you won't be alone in there," Ant explained.

"Yeah," you sighed, looking at the hole in the ground.

"Are you ready?" Dec asked.

You nodded. "I really just wanna get this over with."

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The trial started with a room full of rats, which you could deal with, though the cockroaches and mealworms falling on you were making it harder—you got two stars.

Next was crocks, they were snapping at you as you tried to untie the stars from the rope they were attached to, thankfully though, you got another two stars.

Then you had snakes, in which you also managed to get the full two stars, though the hissing was really freaky.

"No!" You screeched when the door opened to the next room... spiders.

You squealed as you crawled forward into the webs. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!"

Unfortunately you only got one of the stars in that room since it was taking too long and you didn't want to waste the little time you had.

Next, you crawled into a pool full of slime and fish guts, it stank and felt disgusting.

You couldn't find a single star in that room and you were quickly running out of time so you moved on.

Finally, you had to get into a pool filled with all sorts of water creatures.

"Shit," you cursed as you looked at the stars that were under the water.

"y/n you've got thirty seconds to get these last two stars!" Ant yelled.

You ducked down under the water and tried to unbolt the stars as quickly as possible.

Finally one came off and you rose to the surface before quickly putting it in your bag.

"Times up! Let's get you out of there!" Dec called.

Before you could even process what was happening the bottom of the pool opened and you slid down some sort of slide along with the water until you ended up outside, back where you'd began.

A little bewildered, you looked up at the boys before you.

They both laughed as you stood up to join them.

"That was insane," you huffed.

You counted the stars in your bag, "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight."

You sighed.

"That's really good, eight out of twelve," Dec said after seeing how deflated you looked.

"I guess so. Everyone's just so hungry so I wanted to do a little bit better than that," you explained.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be really pleased with that," Ant reassured.

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The boys were right, everyone was really happy with eight and clapped when you told them.

You'd just not had the best day and wanted to get the most amount of stars for everyone, which is why you felt so shitty about it.

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Dinner came and was served hours later and thankfully the portions were sufficient enough for all of you.

Just as you finished eating Lisa and Shauna, who were sat next to you, started speaking about their families and how much they were missing them.

You kept your head down but after a minute you quickly put your bowl away and headed out of camp.

You didn't realise that Ginge had been watching you carefully all day, since he knew something was up, and you definitely didn't notice him getting up from his spot at the campfire to follow you.

Tears started rolling down your face as soon as you started walking down the path.

Once you were far enough away, Ginge jogged to catch up with you.

"Hey!"

You stopped.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, grabbing your hand from behind so you'd face him.

You turned to him, cheeks wet.

His eyebrows furrowed worriedly, eyes searching your face.

"I'm fine, I just-" you choked on your words and he immediately pulled you into his chest.

You sobbed for a good minute before eventually calming down.

He smiled softly once you parted.

"I'm just so overwhelmed and the girls started talking about missing their families and it just set me off," you explained.

He brought his hands up to your cheeks to wipe your tears with his thumbs.

"I get it. Plus you had to do that shitty trial. It's totally normal to get upset y/n," he comforted you.

You smiled. "Thanks for letting me cry on your shirt."

He chuckled quietly. "Anytime."

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Three months later...

After getting out of the jungle everyone remained in Australia for a few days and you spent the majority of your time with Ginge, just this time without any cameras.

But when you arrived home you both got busy and didn't see each other for a while, though you still messaged occasionally.

Then, out of the blue he texted you asking to meet up for dinner.

You live about forty five minutes away from each other so you met in the middle at a restaurant he'd picked and booked for the two of you.

For some reason your heart was racing when the uber dropped you off outside, which was weird since you hadn't once felt nervous about Ginge.

Maybe it was because this date was crossing the line from friends to... something else? ...maybe?

Once you said hi, hugged and sat down you fell right back into the kind of easy conversations and funny banter that you'd had in the jungle.

After eating, he insisted on paying before walking with you outside to call you an uber.

Ten minutes later the car pulled up and he opened the door.

You paused for a moment as you went to get in, his hand protectively on your back.

"Thanks for dinner. I had a great time."

He smiled, "yeah, me too."

You looked into each other's eyes for a moment longer before you leant forward to place a quick kiss to his lips.

He didn't let you get far as he pulled you back into him, the both of you sharing another kiss, though this time it was much deeper and more meaningful.

"I've been wanting to do that since the jungle," he admitted quietly.

You smirked. "Me too," you whispered into his ear.

He stepped back and let you finally get into the car.

"See you soon?" he asked.

You nodded before he shut the door and the driver drove off.

The next day a picture of the two of you kissing next to the taxi was plastered all over social media and the news, though it seemed the general response was that everyone "knew it was coming." and that "their chemistry in the jungle made it obvious."

After that night you and Morgan couldn't stay away from each other.

You're so thankful to the I'm a celeb jungle for all the amazing opportunities it'd given you but mainly for the amazing, funny, kind man it'd introduced you to.

[penelopesworldsblog]

Heyy I absolutely love your work !!

I don’t know if you are watching Ginges stream but it is hilarious, I was wondering if you could base a story of this like Ginges girlfriend comes home and walks into his room when all the bov boys are streaming and he is really drunk and lovey dovey and funny , no worries if not 💕💕

Hey! Thank you so much for the request! I really hope that you like it!! I watched part of the stream as I was on a date last night. it was so funny and so very chaotic tbh x

Good luck with That - Angry Ginge Oneshot

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You know something’s up before you even open the door.

Not because of the noise, though there is noise, but because Spike doesn’t bark.

He just waddles into the hallway, tail wagging lazily, little black-and-white face tilted up at you like good luck with that. His beard’s gone a bit grey now, eyes a little cloudy, but he still carries himself like he owns the place.

“Alright, handsome,” you murmur, dropping your bag to crouch and scratch behind his ears. “You alive?”

Spike huffs, judgemental, then turns and starts toward the stairs at his own pace.

Upstairs, something crashes.

“BEANO, THAT WAS GLASS,” Jakey shouts.

“IT WAS EMPTY GLASS,” Beano yells back, thick Irish accent bouncing off the walls. “RELAX YERSELF.”

You close your eyes for half a second.

Right.

You follow Spike up.

The streaming room door is wide open, every light in the house was on upstairs, and the BOV boys are absolutely, unequivocally pished.

Jakey’s in Morgan’s chair, spinning slowly and narrating his own dizziness like a wildlife documentary.

Tays is on the floor laughing so hard he can barely breathe, clutching a controller that is definitely not turned on.

Chazza is leaning against the desk, mid-rant about something philosophical that makes no sense.

And Beano...

Beano is kneeling on the rug, holding Spike’s water bowl like it’s a newborn baby.

“I’m just sayin’,” he announces seriously, sloshing water everywhere, “this house runs on routine. Ye mess with the routine, the dog knows.”

Spike looks at him.

Unimpressed.

“Beano,” you say gently. “Why is the water bowl in your hands?”

He startles. “OH! sorry. Thought he might be thirsty.”

Spike walks past him and drinks from the other bowl.

Beano stares.

“…right. That’s on me.”

Then Morgan looks up.

And his whole face changes.

“Oh,” he breathes, pushing himself upright from where he’s leaning on the desk. Or,trying to.

His head wobbles slightly, like it’s on a loose hinge, eyes half-shut and glassy as he blinks slowly, squinting at you like he’s manually loading reality.

“There you are,” he says softly.

“I’ve just got home from work,” you reply.

“Yeah but,” he murmurs, swaying forward a fraction, “now I’m lookin’ at you.”

You’re already reaching for him when he leans too far, hands settling instinctively on your sides to steady him. He melts immediately, weight slumping into you, forehead dropping briefly to your shoulder.

Jakey snorts. “He’s gone.”

“I’m fine,” Morgan insists, lifting his head again. It lolls slightly. He blinks hard. “Just talkin’ to my girlfriend.”

“You’re blinking like a Windows 98 computer,” you tell him.

He smiles lazily. “She’s funny.”

Beano nods solemnly. “She keeps him grounded. Otherwise he’d float away like a balloon. Especially when he's this pished."

Morgan points at him. Misses. Tries again. “Exactly.”

He tucks his face into your shoulder with a content little sigh. “Missed you.”

“I was at work,” you say, smoothing a hand through his messy hair.

“Yeah,” he replies. “Rude of them.”

“She’s right there, man,” Chazza laughs.

Morgan lifts his head just long enough to look at you, eyes soft, unfocused, absolutely adoring. “You’re very pretty.”

“You’re very drunk.”

“Still true though.”

You laugh and press a quick kiss to his cheek. He goes pink immediately.

Not long after, the music changes.

You don’t clock it at first, just a familiar intro drifting through the room.

Then

“Oh no,” you say. “Is that?"

“SHAKE IT OOOOOFF,” Jakey bellows, already on his feet.

Tays joins in instantly, screaming the wrong words with confidence. Chazza grabs a cushion like a microphone and commits fully.

Beano gasps, clutching his chest. “THIS IS MY FAVOURITE ONE. I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY.”

The chorus hits and suddenly all five of them are shouting a Taylor Swift song at full volume.

None of them know the lyrics.

They do not care.

Morgan turns toward you, swaying slightly, eyes still half-closed, and sings at you instead of with the music.

“‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play” he slurs, pointing vaguely between you and himself, “and I’m… very loyal actually.”

You laugh so hard you have to grab the desk to stay upright.

Beano throws an arm around Morgan’s shoulders. “SING IT TO HER, KING.”

Morgan nods seriously and leans closer, voice dropping into a soft mumble. “This one’s about us.”

“It is not.”

“It is now.”

Spike wanders in, pauses, looks at the scene, then turns around and leaves again. What a good idea.

Eventually, you start tidying, grabbing bottles, opening a window, gently confiscating anything fragile. Beano insists on helping, carrying three empty buzzballs, a sock, and Spike’s toy like they all belong together while loudly telling a story no one can follow.

“So then yer man says to me” clatter "and I say 'You're jokin!” clatter “ah bollocks.”

Nothing breaks.

He exhales dramatically. “That could’ve been my last day in this house.”

Spike toddles over and sits on his foot.

Beano gasps. “I have been chosen.”

When taxis are mentioned, Beano loudly insists he can walk.

“You live here,” you remind him.

“…ah yeah,” he nods. “Forgot that part.”

Eventually, the house quiets.

You guide Morgan toward bed, Spike padding behind you at a dignified pace before flopping into his own bed with a grunt.

Morgan kicks his shoes off messily and collapses onto the mattress.

You turn to grab water

He catches your wrist.

“Stay,” he says softly. Certain.

You lie down beside him and he curls into you instantly, head on your chest, arm heavy around your middle.

“Love you,” he murmurs, already drifting. “And Spike. And… Beano sometimes.”

Down the hall, Beano yells, “I HEARD THAT.”

Spike snores and before long so does Morgan

[mattsfrenchtoast]

he's kinda pretty don't you think

[buttlesangel]

Hi do you write for angry ginge? Has I had a request has when he come out the jungle the reader is there to greet him

I didn’t mean fluffmas thank you your writing is so good

homecoming ── angry ginge⋆⭒˚.⋆

pairing: morgan burtwhistle x reader

summary: request

warnings/contents: none!

a/n: a small drabble, sorry if i mischaracterize guys its so hard plz give me feedback

Pm me to be on taglist <3

requests are open and i'm happy to write whatever, hope you enjoy xx

The arrivals hall is a blur of noise, suitcases rattling, people shouting names, announcements echoing overhead, but none of it registers. All you can see is him.

Morgan. Hair sticking up in all directions, sweat still clinging from the jungle, eyes alive, scanning the crowd. Seeing him safe and standing there makes your chest tighten in a way you didn’t think possible.

Without thinking, you push through the crowd. Your legs move on their own, heart hammering, until you’re close enough. And then you’re in his arms, jumping into him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your face to his chest. “I thought I’d never see you again,” you whisper, voice trembling.

Morgan’s arms tighten around you, holding you like he’s afraid to let go. “Oi… you’re heavier than I remember,” he teases softly, a cheeky grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

You laugh despite the tears threatening to fall. “Could’ve sworn I was lighter.”

He buries his face in your hair for a moment, inhaling deeply. “You’re here. And I bloody love it. Safe and proper in my arms.”

Your hands clutch at his t-shirt as you whisper, “I had to be. I needed to see you… missed you, watched every episode like 50 times”

Morgan sways slightly under your weight, fingers tracing your back gently. “Love… I missed you. Every single day. Even out there, I kept thinking of this moment.”

Tears spill down your cheeks, and you press yourself closer. “Morgan i'm so proud of you, I just missed you so much i-”

He rests his forehead against yours, a soft chuckle escaping him. “Don’t get all emotional on me, yeah? You’re supposed to be jumping into me, not making me tear up too.”

“I’m proud of you,” you whisper, gripping his shoulders. “You won… you actually won I’m a Celebrity. I can’t even explain how proud I am.”

Morgan’s grin softens into something almost shy, though his cheeky glint remains. “Oi… maybe I should’ve let you win, then. Would’ve saved me all the crying,” he says, voice teasing but low.

You laugh through your tears, shaking your head. “You did amazing. Every single thing… and now you’re here.”

He pulls you into a tighter embrace, resting his chin on your head. “I’m here. And I’m never going anywhere. Not now, not ever. But… you better make sure you keep holding me like this, yeah? Can’t let a jungle champ go all soft and lonely.”

You press your face to his chest again, letting yourself cry quietly, overwhelmed by relief and pride. “I won’t. I’ll never let go.”

Morgan exhales, fingers combing through your hair. “Good… because I’m never letting go either.”

He lifts his head slightly, smirking at you despite the exhaustion in his eyes. “good to be back, australias fuckin mental”

You laugh, studying him, not being able to contain your smile. “can i have your flower crown, it's pretty” you whisper.

“ruining the moment now love, its mine” he smirks sassily, “you can have it later"

And in the middle of the crowded airport, under the harsh fluorescent lights, the world falls away. It’s just the two of you, safe, whole, and finally together.

taglist @ghostwrittenbygrace @dilfslutsstuff

[pushingitdownnpraying]

little fights you and morgan have had in your relationship.

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Morgan was live on Twitch, sitting in his usual spot with his headset slightly askew, camera angled just enough to catch the glow of his monitor on his face. You were lounging on the bed, scrolling through your phone, trying not to watch the way his attention dipped in and out of the screen. Then he spoke suddenly, loud enough to cut through the low music of the stream.

“Chat’s saying my girlfriend’s ignoring me.”

You glanced up, eyebrow raised, masking the small jolt of irritation. “I’m not ignoring you,” you replied, voice even, trying not to let the edge seep through.

“Chat says you are,” Morgan countered, grinning, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Oh well, if chat says it,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

He leaned back, arms stretching across the chair as if to command the room, voice teasing “You jealous of chat or what?”

You snorted, grabbing a pillow to hurl at him, but missing spectacularly as he leaned back again, laughing. “Why would I be jealous of your chat?”

“Because they love me more,” he said, mock offended, tone loud and sarcastic but tinged with the tiniest hint of insecurity.

“They also call you a ginger nonce every five minutes,” you fired back, smirking despite the playful jab.

“Yeah, but it’s affectionate!” Morgan protested, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation.

“You know,” you muttered, flopping down onto the bed, “I think you secretly like the attention.”

He glanced over at you again, smirk widening. “Chat thinks you’re jealous.”

You groaned and grabbed the nearest pillow, holding it up like a shield. “Turn the stream off before I actually start a fight.”

Morgan’s laughter rang through the room, loud and infectious. “Chat, she’s serious,” he said, the faint softness in his voice betraying a flicker of concern beneath the teasing.

You wanted to roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you, twitching upward. Morgan always had this way of pushing buttons while still keeping the connection warm beneath the banter.

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Morgan had dragged you into a joke on stream, and now the messages were blowing up, and you felt exposed.

“You thought that was funny?” you said later, hands on your hips, voice sharper than you intended.

“It was,” Morgan said, shrugging, but you could hear the uncertainty under his tone. “I thought it’d be funny.”

“It wasn’t funny,” you said, taking a step closer. “I didn’t want everyone laughing at me.”

Morgan ran a hand through his hair, looking uncomfortable. “I should’ve asked,” he admitted quietly. “I’m sorry.”

You exhaled, tension still lingering in your shoulders. “Just think next time?”

He nodded, voice low, eyes softening. “I will. I won’t make you feel like that again.”

You let yourself step closer, brushing past him slightly. “You’re a knob sometimes,” you muttered.

Morgan laughed softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know,” he said, “but I’m your knob.”

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It was late. You were tired, cranky, and hungry. Morgan was finishing up some editing on his laptop while you sat at the table, trying not to roll your eyes.

“You’re still on that?” you asked, voice low but pointed.

“I’m finishing,” he said, not looking up.

“Why does it always have to be something?” you muttered, tired of feeling like you were competing for attention.

Morgan finally looked at you, expression a little annoyed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you said, voice sharper, “that I’m here, you’re here, but you’re not really here. You’re on your laptop, you’re editing, you’re everything else. And I just wanted food and a conversation.”

He leaned back, exhaling slowly. “Okay. I get it. I just, I wasn’t ignoring you on purpose.”

“I know,” you said, softer now. “But it still feels like it.”

Morgan got up, closed the laptop, and moved to sit across from you at the table. “I’m here now,” he said simply. “Food, chat, whatever you need.”

You smiled weakly, tension easing. “Thank you.”

Morgan shrugged, a little awkward. “I’m not perfect, you know.”

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you said, reaching for his hand. “Just present.”

“Present. Got it,” he said, nodding, a small, genuine smile tugging at his lips.

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You had been on edge all day. Your stomach hurt, your head throbbed, and every little thing felt amplified. Morgan had been distracted all morning, hopping between his stream, chat, and editing, and by the time evening rolled around, the tension inside you was like a pressure cooker.

“I’m going to make some tea,” you muttered, voice clipped as you stood up from the couch.

Morgan glanced up from his laptop, frowning. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you said automatically, but the word felt hollow even to your own ears.

“Seriously, you don’t sound okay,” Morgan pressed, tilting his head, that mix of concern and curiosity he always got when he knew something was off but wasn’t sure how to approach it.

“I’m fine!” you snapped, sharper than you intended. The word sounded loud in the quiet living room, and even you flinched. “I need some space.”

Morgan blinked. “Space?” he repeated slowly, a little hurt in his tone. “Right now?”

“Yes, right now!” You threw your hands up, frustration spilling over. “I can’t deal with your jokes, your stream, your chat, your everything right now!”

His brows knitted together, voice going firmer but cautious. “Okay but I’m not doing anything to you. I’m literally sitting here, and you’re yelling at me.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong,”you said, voice cracking slightly. “It’s just, I’m on my period, my body hurts, I’m tired, I feel like crap, and I’m trying to deal with it, and I can’t even think straight because everything annoys me!”

Morgan froze, eyes wide for a second, and then he looked down at his hands, quiet. “Right. Okay. I get it. I didn’t, I didn’t realize it was, that bad,” he said softly, finally lowering his voice, tone careful.

“I know it’s not your fault,” you said, letting your hands fall to your sides, voice quieter now, almost pleading. “I don’t mean to be like this, but everything just gets too much sometimes. And right now, it’s all too much.”

He leaned back in the chair, running a hand over his face, silent for a beat, then finally came over slowly and sat beside you on the couch. “Look,” Morgan said quietly, voice low and careful, “I don’t want to make it worse. I just I want to help. Even if I don’t know how.”

You felt the tears prick at the corners of your eyes, tired, frustrated, vulnerable. “I don’t even know how to let you help,” you admitted, voice small.

Morgan reached for your hand, holding it gently. “Then tell me. I’ll follow you. I’ll do whatever you need. Even if it’s just sitting here and doing nothing, I’ll do that.”

You exhaled shakily, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I just feel awful.”

“I know,” he said softly, rubbing your arm in small, careful circles. “And I’ll deal with you being awful. That’s fine. I don’t care. I just want you to feel a little better.”

You let yourself slump into him, the tension finally giving way, messy and real. Morgan didn’t say much after that, he just stayed beside you, quiet but present, and somehow that was enough. Not perfect, not fixed - together.

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Morgan was on the couch, remote in hand, scrolling through Netflix options for the fifth time. You had been trying to watch a show you started the week before.

“Can I have the remote?” you asked, voice mild.

“Nope,” Morgan said without looking.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m deciding. It’s a very serious decision.”

You huffed. “We’ve been deciding for ten minutes. I just want to watch something, anything.”

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “That’s why it’s serious. I can’t just pick. It has to be perfect.”

“Perfect for who? You?” you snapped, plopping down on the floor.

“Yes, obviously,” he said, still scrolling. “Also me.”

“Obviously you,” you muttered under your breath, glaring.

Morgan finally looked down at you. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” you said, crossing your arms, voice flat.

“I heard it,” he said, voice teasing. “You said ‘obviously me.’”

You threw a cushion at him. “I did not!”

“Yes, you did,” he laughed, ducking. “And yet, you’re still here.”

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Some fights don’t even need words. Both of you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phones, tired of each other, the room thick with silence.

“You’re annoying,” you muttered, finally breaking the quiet.

“Me?” he said, looking up. “You’re literally the one who started the silent treatment.”

“I did not start a silent treatment!” you said, pointing at Morgan.

“Uh-huh,” he said, smirking. “You literally haven’t said a word in ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes is not long!” you protested.

“Yes, it is,” he said, leaning back, arms behind his head. “And yet, here I am, still tolerating you.”

“Wow, so noble,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I know,” Morgan said, shrugging. “You’re welcome.”

You groaned, throwing your phone down. “You’re impossible.”

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