You put out the possibility of writing for Morgan Hardesty so i (kindly) demand to see it!!
thinking about morgan hardesty x hewitt!reader <3
warnings: i believe just stockholm syndrome is all.
author’s note: i kinda have like incomplete drafts for a lot of the tcm series characters but i never completely finish them bc i like to give the people what they want in the asks lololol
it took nearly a year for morgan to come around to the idea of living side by side with the family that killed his friends and took him away from what he deemed to be his normal life. that being said he felt guilty with how easy he fell into the trap of safety within the hewitt’s yet it was no surprise since the reason he stuck around was you.
you were one of the first people he met in this abandoned town. he remembered seeing you at the rest stop and he had to just stop and stare shamelessly—to him, you were the hottest chick he had ever seen.
he chickened out every time he hyped himself up to talk to you and it wasn’t until he accidentally back up into you that he finally got an up close and personal view of you. sure you were still hot but morgan was utterly speechless at your seemingly rare beauty.
his mouth opened and closed, his brain yelling at him to apologize, to ask for your name—anything yet you spoke first “my apologies darlin’ i didn’t pay much attention to where i was walkin” oh was he a goner at sound of your voice.
when kemper started driving away morgan felt a small void in his chest—disappointment in himself for not asking you for your name or even speaking to you. this simply wasn’t him, he pretty much bragged about the endless women he could pull even if he lied about it on more than one occasion, yet he couldn’t even utter a word to a woman in some shitty rest stop.
then the whole hitchhiker situation happened and now faced with a dead body in their van morgan wouldn’t admit he was slightly hopping he could see you again. he thought of many different scenarios, even one where he would ask if you’d like to attend the music festival with them.
but of course the next time morgan saw you was when you exited that house the play pretend sheriff dragged him to. morgan cowered in fear when he saw thomas’s big frame and nightmare fueled mask but then there you were—like an angel with a halo.
you fought tooth and nail to keep morgan safe, to convince your family to let you have this one. hoyt was pissed as he was ready to kill morgan for his quick witted responses—you just had to pick the one that pissed him off the most.
as stated before it took morgan a very long time to come around which ultimately left him locked away in your room. morgan became dependent on you ever since that day and you didn’t mind—you knew the situation you dragged him into wasn’t ideal and most people would rather be dead than live with your family but you tried to make him as comfortable as a captive could be.
one day morgan had the chance to be free, to run back to his old life yet as the man helped free him from the chains that kept him to the bed morgan second guessed the desire to be free.
all he could think about was the hurt on your face if you came back and saw him gone and that was enough to make him stop at the front the door. the man was taken aback and since he was a bit bigger than morgan he tried dragging him through those doors.
morgan panicked, yelling for you but you weren’t there so he yelled for the next best thing—thomas. he cried as thomas pushed past him, chasing after the man. he felt guilty and just wanted to be in your arms.
that night you cradled him as he cried, listening to him explain how guilty he felt for leading that man to his death but more importantly trying to leave—even if he wasn’t originally trying to.
after that day morgan was granted privileges around the house and he made sure to spend that all with you. at some point morgan had gotten so comfortable he started talking back to hoyt yet he didn’t make it a habit, only snapping at the sheriff if he raised his voice at you.
and that little act made him get in luda mae’s good graces, she was at peace with the knowledge that her little girl was in safe hands.
i’d like to think morgan became good friends with thomas, morgan would act as this ‘cooler’ figure in tommy’s life. “i’m telling you tommy, chicks dig the whole bad boy thing, it worked for me back at home i used to get all the girls” he would brag as he gave thomas a ‘crash course on women’
“did you now” you said as you stood by the door frame, arms crossed over your chest. morgan paled, rushing over to pull you into him.
“that was of course before i met my super beautiful, intelligent and gorgeous wife” he muttered, placing kisses along your jaw.
oh he was a munch for you, he always got so clingy and flustered around you even if years had passed. he was so in love with you and everyday he’d find something new about you.
sure morgan thought about his friends, wondering if erin was okay after he helped her escape before getting himself captured again. he wondered what he life would have been like if he did get away.
but surprisingly he figured he wouldn’t be as happy as he is now. “you okay baby?” you muttered as your eyes fluttered open, morgan snapped out of his daze—his vision a little wonky since his glasses were on the bedside table.
“just thinking” he whispered, slipping down from his seated position to lay back down.
“penny for your thought?” morgan sighed, his limbs entangling themselves with yours as he felt comfortable once again in your hold. morgan rambled about his thoughts and you happily listened until he talked himself back to bed all while you aided by brushing your fingers through his hair.
sure you felt bad sometimes but you were happy and you made sure morgan was to. your life was unconventional but you had love and that was enough for you.
