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kissmyspaceace · 6 years ago

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Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader), TAKE 13

His living room was nicely light, not too bright; and rather tended to being a little dark. There were a few candles on the table in front of his sofa and a few pillows on the sofa, accompanied by to cozy looking blankets. As you looked around, you noticed that in the entire room a few candles were spread here and there. Beside the candles on the table there were two empty champagne glasses.

The room had a nice temperature. And it smelled very good. You wondered if those candles were scented.

Morten watched you as you looked around.

“Do you like it?”

You walked further into the room.

“Yes… it’s wonderful. Very nice and cozy.”, you said, still distracted by the decoration.

He stepped closer behind you and put his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m glad. I arranged it just for you.” The hair on your neck stood up at his words. “For- For me?”

You blushed. “You shouldn’t have! I mean, I’m flattered but you don’t need to-“

He put a finger on your lips to silence you. “Don’t. Speak. I do what I do because I want to. And I want you to feel comfortable.”

As much as you were happy about his words, the fact that he put up this setting for you made you a little more nervous instead of comfortable. But you kept quiet.

As Morten removed his finger from your lips, you exhaled. He put his arm around your waist and took one of your hands in his and twirled you around the room towards the sofa. When you had the sofa directly behind you, he gave you a slight push so that you dropped on it.

With a swift movement, he sat down beside you and took hold of your hand and your waist again.

“I was so excited since yesterday. I couldn’t wait for you to arrive.”, he said, as he moved his face to the crook of your neck.

You swallowed, unsure of what to do.

“But now you’re here. I’m glad.” With every word he spoke, his breath graced your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

“And how pretty you look! Just like I asked you to. You did a great job, really.”

You grew anxious. Not because you felt uncomfortable because you didn’t want him this close to you but rather because you really liked being close to him but were not quite sure what to do.

“…thank you.”, you squeaked.

He laughed and moved his head upwards, letting his cheek grace yours. Then, he moved to the side and placed his lips on yours. He lured you into a deep, passionate kiss, which seemed to last forever. Your anxiousness slowly faded away as you melted into the kiss, into his arms. His hand moved from your hand up to your neck and to the base of the back of your head and entangled halfway with your hair.

You put your arms on top of his shoulders and around his neck. This everlasting, sweet and tender moment made you drift off into another realm. It was him and you only, together in an embrace of blissful ignorance, shutting yourself off from the world.

Finally, Morten broke up the kiss in need of air.

He looked deep into your eyes. His eyes spoke to you. Sweet, affectionate whispers underlined with pure passion. However, there was something else hidden in the shadows of his eyes.

With a smile, he stroked your bottom lip with his thumb. “I had no idea how much I needed this. I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep my hands off you today.”

You chatted and goofed around for what felt like hours. He would make stupid jokes that would always make you laugh and when you laughed, he’d always look at you like you were his world, something so beautiful he just couldn’t take his eyes off of it.

Then, you started watching a horror movie. It wasn’t a movie that was exceptionally creepy but it still had its jumpscares that made for a good laugh here and there.

You noticed Morten shifting closer and closer to you, bit by bit. But you acted as if you didn’t notice. However, you felt your cheeks heat up a little. When his body touched your side, he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you against his chest. He was warm. You could feel his breath tickle the hair on your neck.

“Mmmmh…”, he hummed as he leaned down and buried his face in your hair, taking a deep breath. “Your hair smells nice.”

“Yeah, well, uh, I just took a shower this morning.”, you answered.

“Oh did you? Too bad… I wasn’t there…” He seemed to drift off a little. His face was still hidden in your hair.

“W-What?” Your voice was squeaky and your face turned a dark shade of red. Had he really just said that?

“What?”, he asked and raised his head to look down at you with a very relaxed and dreamy gaze.

“You know what you just said, right?”

He leaned closer.

“Of course I do. I said, it’s too bad I wasn’t there when you were taking a shower.”

It felt like your head was about to explode.

“Ok. I just wanted to make sure, it’s alright.”, you stammered, looking away.

Morten laughed.

“You’re just adorable.”

He turned you around, so you were lying on his lap with your upper body and looking at him. His face was very close, yet again.

“Mmmmh…”

He hummed again. It was a low sound, that came from deep within. It had something primal which sent shivers down your spine. Also, he had that look on his face again. That smug smile which made your knees get weak.

All you could do was stare. You felt dumb doing so but somehow you found yourself unable to move. This is too much.

Then he finally closed the gap between the two of you. He smashed his lips onto yours, kissing you roughly and passionate. Your lips started to move synchronously and in a steady rhythm with his. Pleased with how you welcomed his move, he smiled against your lips and flipped you over again, so you were lying on the sofa on your back, with him over you.

The kissing started to heat up more. When you let out a small whimper, he let go.

“I’m sorry (y/n)”, he said breathing heavily, “But I told you, I can’t keep my hands off of you. Unless you want me to. Then I will try to hold back.”

You looked at his face. His smug look was gone. He looked rather vulnerable now, begging with his eyes like a dog looking at his owner, asking for his favourite toy.

It made you incredibly weak. Heat was pulsating through every tiny bit of your body. You thought for a few seconds. Then you gave him another kiss.

“I don’t want you to hold back, actually; but I think now is not the right time for anything more… wild.”

He looked down, a little disappointed. “I understand. I will try to stop myself.”

“Because I think”, you said, regaining his attention, “We should go out first, as you said we would.”

A huge grin spread across his face. “You’re right, I nearly forgot. Let’s get going then, shall we?”

After a few minutes, you were sitting in his car on the passenger seat. You were a little excited as he hadn’t told you were you were going yet.

“Do I know the place?” He chuckled. “I’m not sure. Perhaps not.”

You watched where he was driving. You seemed to be headed to a part of town you weren’t quite familiar with. Houses began looking more expensive.

“I, uh, I think I’ve never been to this part of town before.”, you said.

“That’s what I thought.”

He had put on a casual looking suit before you had left his house and now he was pulling on his collar a little.

You were taking a few more turns at various street corners and finally arrived at a parking lot which was guarded by a man in a uniform. Morten rolled down the window.

“Are there any free parking spots?”

The man nodded. “Yes sir, there are plenty. Let me open the barrier for you.

He let you pass and Morten picked a spot to park his car on. The two of you exited his car and while walking away, he pushed the little button on his car key to lock it.

He guided you to a fancy looking restaurant. When you entered the place, your eyes widened.

The place was brightly lit with expensive looking designer lamps accompanied by various crystals. The chairs and leather sofas looked like they’d just been bought and the tables had a nearly unnatural shine to them. On each table, there was a small vase with a single rose inside. A small complex of decorative fountains was spread through the entire restaurant. It looked like heaven. And it sure smelled the same.

“Welcome! May I guide you to a table?”, a young woman said with a smile.

“Yes, I reserved one for this evening. Harket.”

The young woman looked through a digital note book on a tablet.

“Ah, yes, here we go. Follow me then.”

She guided you to a table close to a window. It was half surrounded by a small fountain.

“There you go.” She gave you two menu cards. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

With these words she walked away.

“…wow.” This was the first thing that escaped your mouth in the restaurant. You couldn’t stop looking around in awe.

Morten smiled and gently stroked your cheek. “I hoped you’d like it.”

“I don’t like it, I love it! This is insane!”, you said, while opening the menu. Your jaw dropped when you saw the prices. “Uhm, are you aware of the prices?”

He nodded. “Yes, very much so. But that doesn’t matter. I’m inviting you, so you shouldn’t worry about that.”

You swallowed. “If you say so.”

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alipeeps · 4 years ago

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New tag game: Post pictures of your first ever (fictional/celeb) crush to the latest one and tag five others to continue the game

Thanks to @minmoyu for tagging me and ooof, are you sure you’re ready for this?!! :D I have been around/in fandom for a loooooong time and at first I thought, okay, no way I can list all my crushes, there have been SO many and we’ll be here all day but then as I started compiling a list I found I was having fun reminiscing and decided, what the heck, yeah, let’s do em all... or at least all I can remember! :D

There have absolutely for sure been other more minor crushes and passing fancies along the way, but these are the big ones that I remember (and that, in more recent years, I can track by going through my posted fanfics on AO3 and even *shudder* FFNET and seeing which shows I was into enough to want to write fic about the characters).

[Quick note: with rare exceptions, for actors I am listing them by the character they played rather than just the actor. Whilst there are actors that I like in multiple roles (and conversely, characters who on paper I would normally be into but are played by actors who do nothing for me, and hence the character generally does nothing for me either), for the most part it is the character I really have the crush on.]

I’m going to put this under a readmore cos it has gotten ridiculously long:

So... without further ado:

1. MORTEN HARKET from a-ha - OKay so, dating myself badly here but... I had the *biggest* crush on Morten Harket when I was a teenager. Pretty much the entirety of my side of the bedroom I shared with my sister was covered in posters of a-ha, and Morten in particular. I even had a heart-shaped Morten Harket pillow! :D I loved a-ha’s music (still do!) and I wanted to go see them in concert when I was 14 but my parents wouldn’t let me (*sob*). I did finally get to see them in concert in the early 2000s and they were BRILLIANT live (and Morten was still very very pretty)!

2. RICHARD DEAN ANDERSON as MACGYVER - MacGyver is the first tv character I remember being really into and having a crush on, to the extent that I would record episodes of the show off the tv (onto VHS tape - yes, I am *that* old!) so that I could rewatch them (especially the ones where he got hurt - yeah, I was a whumper even then! :D)

3. KEIFER SUTHERLAND - One of my rare exceptions. I think I first saw him in Lost Boys (and loved him in that film) but it was his role as Doc Scurlock in Young Guns that really made me fall for both the character and him. I definitely remember seeking out any and all films he was in and buying any magazine he was interviewed in (and knowing far more facts about him than was probably healthy! :D) and even drawing a fanart portrait of him. :)

4. KYLE MACLACHLAN as SPECIAL AGENT DALE COOPER - I remember hearing about Twin Peaks before it started airing in the UK and it sounded so different and interesting... I watched it from the very first episode and very quickly developed a crush on Coop.

5. BRENT SPINER as DATA - I think ST: TNG had been airing for a while before I stumbled across it but I quickly became hooked and Data was my favourite character right from the start. I definitely remember at one point buying an (unofficial) episode guide book so that I could look up which episodes were good Data-focused ones (especially ones where he got hurt! :D) so I could go out and buy the videos that had those episodes on (at the time the show was available to buy on VHS-tape with 2 episodes on each tape).

6. DAVID DUCHOVNY as FOX MULDER - Another show that I heard the buzz about and started watching right from the start and, like so many others, I immediately developed a crush on the snarky, enigmatic, troubled FBI agent with the weird name. The X-Files was the first show I ever tried writing (one, never-finished) fanfic for.

7. PAUL GROSS as BENTON FRASER - Man, Due South was such a good show! It was so quirky and clever and funny and Benton Fraser, with his huge heart and his serious demeanour and his gorgeous blue eyes, was just so darn attractive! He also got whumped a fair bit too! :D Due South was also the show that introduced me to the music of Sarah McLachlan (I was enough of a fan that I bought the show soundtrack on CD).

8. HUGH LAURIE as DR GREGORY HOUSE - This was a bit of an odd one for me because I had grown up knowing Hugh Laurie solely as a comedian/comic actor, known mostly for playing buffoons and genial idiots. And suddenly here he was with stubble, an American accent, and a limp, and he was hawt AF! :D It caused quite the feedback loop in my brain for a while which pretty much went “Wow, House is hot.... but it’s Hugh Laurie... but he’s hot... but it’s HUGH LAURIE!!1!”

I *loved* House (the first few seasons, at least) and oof a character with persistent pain (and a self-destructive streak a mile wide!) was a whumper’s dream. House was the first show for which I wrote - and published online - completed fanfics.

8. JOE FLANIGAN as JOHN SHEPPARD - Stargate Atlantis was my first proper online fandom, the first show I prolifically and repeatedly wrote fanfic for, and the first time I ever met in person an actor I was a big fan of (and while the show was still airing, to boot!). It was also my first introduction to the online community of whumpers! A bunch of us from the Shep Whump thread on Gateworld heard that Joe was going to be at a convention in London and we decided to book hotel rooms and meet up and go to the convention together and it was AWESOME! I can still remember seeing Joe *in person* for the first time and just,,,, struggling to believe he was actually here, in person, in front of me! He was super super lovely and humble too and took time to chat to everyone at the signing table and I clearly remember my brain just pretty much fritzing out during the photo session and being intensely aware of the sensation of Joe’s hand on my shoulder....

It was also super lovely to meet fellow fans, and online friends, in person for the first time and we had so much fun, and it kickstarted me going to lots of other conventions, including specific Stargate/SGA ones where I got to know lots of other lovely fans and online friends. I’ve met Joe about 4 or 5 times in total now and he’s been lovely every time.

9. PAUL BLACKTHORNE as HARRY DRESDEN - Gosh I loved the shortlived tv adaptation of The Dresden Files. I loved the fantasy aspect, the stories, the humour, and I especially loved Harry Dresden and how often he got whumped! :D

10. DAVID TENNANT as THE 10TH DOCTOR - I had watched the Christopher Ecclestone revival of Doctor Who and enjoyed it well enough but I can clearly remember watching David Tennant’s first episode as The Doctor - on Christmas Day, at my brother-in-law’s house - and being aware, as I watched it that... ooookay, yes, I’m in trouble here... I like him... I like him a lot... :D I mean, I’m sure the fact that he got whumped so thoroughly in his very first episode had nothing to do with how quickly I fell for him... right? :)

11. ALEX O’LAUGHLIN as MICK ST JOHN - Another show that ended far too soon and just as it was getting *seriously* good. But also a prime example of my point about having a crush on the character not the actor. I looooooved Alex as Mick St John... and yet in Hawaii 5.0 he pretty much does nothing for me (the character is too stoic and the whump often too unrealistically glossed over). Anyway, in Moonlight he was my favourite kind of character - angsty, brooding, dangerous AF when he needed to be... and essentially immortal so you could whump the heck out of him and he’d recover so you could whump him again! :D

12. SIMON BAKER as PATRICK JANE - There is so much to love about Patrick Jane... his smarts, his sass, his angst... and Simon is a rare “against type” blonde crush for me (you may have noticed by now that most of my crushes follow a similar physical aesthetic - tall, slim/wiry, and dark-haired) and again here I think my crush is almost all to do with the character rather than the actor.

12. BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH as SHERLOCK HOLMES - I’m almost ashamed to admit it, given the clusterfuck that both the show and its fandom became, but in the earlier seasons I had quite the crush on Benedict’s Sherlock (and okay, a little bit on Benedict himself - I did definitely enjoy some of his other roles too). It helps that I was already a huge fan of the Sherlock Holmes character (I’ve read all the stories and novels multiple times and was a big fan of the Granada adaptation starring Jeremy Brett - whose Holmes would definitely count as one of my more minor/passing crushes) already. Benedict is another crush that I have met in person, at a (actually, the first!) Sherlock convention and he was lovely in person - very genuine, very articulate and thoughtful.

13. TOM MISON as ICHABOD CRANE - I was excited for Sleepy Hollow as soon as I heard about it and I was SUCH a fan for the first couple of seasons (before TPTB completely destroyed it and it inevitably got cancelled (I didn’t even watch the last season and a half)) and Tom’s Ichabod (and his amazing chemistry with Nicole’s Abbie) was a large part of why. I also quickly became a big fan of Tom himself as he came across as so witty and self-deprecating and *fun* in all the behind the scenes/convention clips etc. I was lucky enough to also meet Tom at a convention and he genuinely is that witty and charming and lovely.

14. TOM WISDOM as ARCHANGEL MICHAEL - I think Dominion was possibly the first show that I got sucked into by seeing whumpy gifsets on tumblr! :D It was such a great show and also to date the most immersive, welcoming, cast-and-crew-interactive fandom I have ever been in. The cast and crew regularly live-tweeted the episodes, and interacted with fans on Twitter, and it was SO much fun. And Tom’s Michael was my favourite character right from the start - seemingly aloof but so much going on under the surface... and some really nice whump, especially in season 2! I was heartbroken when it was cancelled after only 2 seasons (and just as the plot was getting *really* interesting).

15. OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN as LUCAS - I was hooked on Emerald City right from the first episode. It was visually stunning, so atmospheric, and really intruiging. I love love loved Adria Arjona’s Dorothy (ngl, I had a bit of a crush on her too) and she and Lucas together were just... *chef’s kiss*. I mean... what an introduction to a character... she finds him crucified, bleeding, his wrists tied with barbed wire, and amnesiac.... and the whump only gets better and better from there on in! Like the entire first two episodes are just... Lucas whump! :D And his devotion to her... Emerald City was honestly the first show where I really got into a ship. I was *invested* in Dorcas, dammit! Aaaand sadly another excellent show that never made it past its first season.

16. JASON RALPH as QUENTIN COLDWATER - Another show that I watched right from the start, was heavily invested in.... and that the writers absolutely tanked and destroyed in later seasons. *cries* Quentin was such a brilliant viewpoint character for the show and I loved his awkwardness, and his angst, and his enthusiasm, and his adorable floppy hair... and how often he got whumped!

17. COLIN MORGAN - I fell for Colin in Merlin (which I stumbled upon late, long after it had finished airing, and hence was able to binge-watch the entire 5 seasons!) and liked him enough to seek out his other works, such as The Fall, and Humans, and The Living and the Dead, and he was brilliant (and very pretty) in all of them... and his characters also seem to get whumped quite a lot! :D

18. MATT LANTER as WYATT LOGAN - Wyatt was another of my favourite archetypes... absolutely badass and competent... but also tortured and angsty and capable of intense devotion. Another show that I watched because of whumpy gifs on tumblr and the second ever show where I actually got invested in a ship - Lyatt all the way, baby!! :D - aaaaaand yet another show cancelled before its time.

19. NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM from FINAL FANTASY XV - my very first video game crush! I was recommended to play FFXV by fellow whumpers on the whumpshire discord because it was whumpy... and they were not wrong and I loved the game and I absolutely adored Noctis. FFXV is one of very very VERY few video games that I have actually played right through to the end. And possibly the only video game that has ever affected me to such an extent... I became so invested in the characters and their world and I actually found the last couple of chapters really hard to play because it was actually upsetting me emotionally. I had to take a break for a couple of weeks before I could go back and finish it!

20. CONNOR from DETROIT BECOME HUMAN - and from there I jumped straight into another video game crush! DBH was another game recommended to me for its whump potential and I, and many others, immediately fell in love with the quirky, sassy, self-sacrificing (if you play the game right!) “android sent by Cyberlife”. The game itself is really good too... although, I have tried to play through all the different endings to the story but have never yet managed to make myself play the machine Connor storyline.... I want to complete all the story branches... but I also just want Hank and Connor to be friends and to be happy! :D

21. ZHU YILONG - Ahhh... the beginning of the asian drama arc of my fandom life! I first came across Zhu Yilong after getting sucked into watching Guardian because of pretty (and whumpy) gifs on tumblr... and I’ve never looked back. He is one of the rare entries where I am pretty much guaranteed to like him in pretty much anything he does and my crush extends beyond Shen Wei, or his other characters, and into reblogging his fashion shoot photos, and keeping up with news of his work in general. He’s just... so darn pretty! And also so... blur! :D And the behind the scenes stuff and interviews of him with Bai Yu, during the Guardian era, just made me fall for him all the more. He’s also ridiculously talented - not only a fantastic actor, but a really good singer (I love his singing voice), he plays guitar and piano, and he can paint too!!

He’s also pretty much what made me start learning Chinese... because after Guardian I went seeking his other dramas to watch... only to find that many of them are only partially, or not at all, subbed. So I thought... why not try learning Chinese and then I’ll be able to watch his other shows? :D

21. JI CHANG WOOK - My first kdrama crush, and what a good one to start with! Healer was the first drama I ever watched and can you blame me for falling for JCW... especially when I followed up Healer with The K2?! I’ve liked him in pretty much everything I’ve watched him in. Although I do wish he would go back to doing more action-based shows as he is sooo good at them... but he seems to prefer the romcom genre these days, which is something I am nottt always a fan of tbh.

22. JAKE HSU as MENG SHAO FEI - Yet another show that I got sucked into by tumblr - and also one with a great, fun fandom through which I met lots of lovely people who I still follow/am mutuals with to this day. I just *adored* Jake’s character in History and I also loved the ship - Tang Fan and Meng Shaofei were awesome and adorable together and I was totally invested in both the ship and the gangster/cop/what happened years ago story happening alongside the ship. And Jake is just all kinds of cute.

23. XIAO ZHAN - Aaaand we are pretty much up to current day now... where The Untamed took over my life in the summer of 2019 and has yet to let me go. Xiao Zhan is another disgustingly talented human being - a fantastic singer and a really good actor, and also an artist - and he also just comes across as a genuinely sweet and charming person, and a very thoughful and earnest one too. And lbr he is ridiculously pretty, and his smile is just pure sunshine.

24. LEE DONG WOOK as LEE YEON - The most recent entry to the charts.... a Korean actor I was aware of but whose work I hadn’t watched and whose looks didn’t particularly seem to grab me... until I watched Tale of the Nine Tailed and fell head over heels for Lee Yeon (and daaayum does red hair suit LDW!!) and very quickly began to find LDW’s looks very appealing (and oh my, does Lee Yeon whump well!!). And yes, I have now started watching Goblin. :D

Phew! Aaaand we are done! I’ll admit, I did think of a few more as I was compiling this list but I decided to categorise them as more “minor” crushes and not include them... otherwise we really could be here all day!!

I’m going to tag: @sarah-yyy, @arlothia, @howdydowdy, @thepromiseweheldforlife and @the-wandering-whumper!

#meme #fandom #crushes

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abitofboth · 3 years ago

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3, 8, 43 for the ask meme <3

3. favorite love song?

I looooove can’t take my eyes off you but SPECIFICALLY the morten harket version, it just scratches an itch that all the others don’t!!!

8. favorite fanfic trope?

OOOO I HAVE SO MANY IT’S HARD TO CHOOSE 😭 I am a sucker for that slow burn friends to lovers with aaaall the fluff and h/c shit thrown in, oough it’s so good I’ll never get tired of it

43. favorite ABBA song?

I GO INSANE WHEN GIMME! GIMME! GIMME! COMES ON

ask game!!

#ask game

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izzwithnorizz · 11 years ago

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Yeah. So um. I wont be able to finish the fic for a while because. I just got dumped. so Yeah, I'm really sorry guys i'll try to get to it as soon as possible

#jolivet #bitter-milk #morten harket fanfic

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kissmyspaceace · 6 years ago

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Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader) TAKE 2

author’s note:

second chapter.

warnings: none

contains: background info about reader, Morten’s call

word count: 1040

CHAPTER/TAKE 1 ->

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After working for 8 hours, you finally got to go home. You turned the key in the door of your apartment, opened the door and entered. Once inside you tossed your bag aside and closed the door behind you. Silence.

As much as you loved your job in a café, the amount of people you met and interacted with during the day stressed you out sometimes. You took off your shoes and apron. The shoes went right next to the door. Looking at the apron, you noticed a few coffee and cake stains on the fabric. That one goes in the laundry, you thought and threw it in the bathroom. Your apartment was a mess at this point but you just haven’t had the time to tidy up yet. You sighed and decided you couldn’t go on ignoring the mess, so you started putting things everywhere they belonged, washed the dishes, collected empty bottles, sorted your clothes and put them either back in the closet or in the laundry. Once you had put everything aside, you started vacuuming the floor and accidentally sucked in a little spider. After that you wiped the floors, the mirror and your windows. The result of your cleaning escapade was worth looking at. You put your hands on your hips and looked around with a pleased smile on your face. Hey, it only took me one hour, you thought, looking at the clock.

You sat down on your sofa and started counting your tip from today. Counting the money, you tried to remember the people you talked to. There was a friendly old woman who had said “You know, darling, you remind me of myself in my younger days. I used to work as a waitress in a restaurant at the edge of town. I was living alone in a small flat at the time, so I had to work hard to keep myself above the surface. I know how exhausting such a life can be. Here, take this bit of extra money, you really earned it. I’ll definitely come back here again, the strawberry cheesecake was amazing!”. You smiled remembering her words. She’d given you about 10 bucks extra. Then there’d been a young man about your age, “Wow, that was quick. I ordered that Latte about 4 minutes ago. I’ll pay straight away, since I don’t have much time. There you go. Keep the rest.” He’d winked at you with a smile. He had shoved a note with his phone number under the bill. A child had ordered a hot chocolate and said “I don’t have enough money to give you a tip, Miss. But I crafted small keychains. Here, you can have this one! It’s one of the prettiest.”. You looked for the keychain in your purse. It was a flower out of light clay, very neatly crafted and hand painted.

Also, there’d been a married couple, arguing about what cake they’d get. You had recommended them to take the chocolate pie, since it had been freshly baked that morning. Your kind way really payed off around people. You didn’t do it to earn extra money, you just enjoyed making people happy and knew that it would also help the business. You had a great relationship with your boss.

Continuing to count your money, you smiled with each coin or bill, remembering the people behind the money, treasuring the memories and their stories.

You came to a total of about 60 bucks.

It was about 6pm by now but the sun was still up, shining through your curtains. You were sewing; fixing your shirt which had been torn a little when you’d gotten stuck on a door handle.

Concentrated on your sewing, you got lost in your thoughts. Suddenly, a loud ringing kicked you out of your thoughts.

You reached for your phone on the other side of your couch and picked it up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, (y/n). It’s Morten.”, a familiar voice said.

“Hey, Morten. It’s nice to hear from you. How are you doing?”

You heard a quiet sigh on the other end of the line. “I guess I’m okay. I’m just a little stressed out, I was at a shooting for a new music video all day.”

“Oh, I see…”, you said, “That sounds really stressful.”

Morten made a sound of confirmation. “I was thinking, perhaps you’d like to go out tonight. Have some dinner or a drink. It would be nice to have a talk.”

A little surprised at the invitation, you nearly dropped your needle but managed to catch it at the thread. “Sure, sounds great.” You fondled with the thread which started to become a tangled mess. “Where would you like to go?”

After looking for a parking place for what felt like hours, you finally managed to park your car next to a flower shop. Luckily, it wasn’t too much of a walk to the small bar Morten intended to meet at. Or was it a restaurant? You couldn’t quite remember. However, you knew the place so finding it wasn’t really a problem. You walked down the street for about 8 minutes until you arrived at the cozy place.

You entered the building. “Good evening, young lady!” The bartender greeted you with a warm smile. His belly was rather extended and he had a big mustache which moved with his facial features in a rather odd way. He was a person you were comfortable with. Well, most importantly, you knew him.

“Hello, Bert. Not that many customers today?”

He scratched his mustache. “No, unfortunately. But yesterday, during the football game, this place was full, I tell ya. It was crowded. They kept ordering more and more beer, I nearly ran out of it. Admittedly, I had to throw out a few rowdies here and there, since they got a little too much beer. I’m not complaining though, the register got stuffed.” He laughed. It was a deep, whole-heartedly laugh. It reminded you of your father, when he’d told you a story of his wild lumberjack years in the forests of Scotland.

When he was done laughing, he motioned his hand towards a table behind your back.

“Come now, lass, there’s someone waiting for you already.”

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kissmyspaceace · 6 years ago

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Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader), TAKE 4

author’s note: Part 4 is here! FYI: I also keep this story updated on wattpad, so in case you prefer reading fanfiction there, here you go. Also, I kind of listened to Scoundrel Days while writing this. warnings: stranger danger includes: chit-chat, Morten’s house, unwanted guests Enjoy! TAKE THREE TAKE FIVE // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // The car did not have any intention on working anymore. Considering it was night, you knew that you didn’t really have the option to call someone skilled in that matter. You looked over to Morten, who had a slightly shocked expression on his face. He looked back at you. “Uhm, are you okay in there?”, he said and stepped closer carefully. You laughed half-heartedly. “Yes, yes I am. But my car isn’t, I suppose.” You gave the steering wheel a pat, sighed and got out of the car. After that you walked over to the engine cowling, lifted it up and took a look inside. A gust of smoke got into your face which made you cough. You tried to wave it away from your face. “(y/n), do you need help?”, Morten said and walked over to you quickly, “Are you alright?” He looked at you and turned your head by putting his hand on your cheek, so that he could have a better look at you to examine your face, searching for any negative signs. In this moment, time stopped. Not for long but long enough for you to feel paralyzed; frozen to the ground. Something about him putting that hand on your cheek made you feel uneasy. “I’m okay, I’m okay. Don’t worry.”, you said and smiled, gently putting his hand down. You looked back at the car. “It seems like I won’t be able to use this until it might be fixed in the days… or something. I guess that means I’ll have to walk home then.” You kicked one of the tires lightly in frustration. Walking away from the car you looked back at it for a while, then turned your head to look at Morten. “Get home safe, Morten. I better get going.”, you said and turned on your heels to head home. “H- Hey! Are you serious?” You turned around. “I’m sorry?” Morten looked a little uneasy yet determined. “It’s late, it’s cold and your place is not that close to where we are. Do you really think”, he continued and started walking towards you slowly, in a confident and slightly cocky way, “walking home alone would be a good idea?” He stood right in front of you and looked down at you, with his head leaned to the side and a mischievous smile on his face. It seemed like he was… taunting you? “Uh… I assume it’s not, judging by your comment.”, you said looking at him rather questioning, taking a small step back. It felt like there was a slight lump in your throat. What does he think he’s doing? Is that his weird kind of humor? He started laughing. “You should see your face! Gotcha! What do you think I was doing, (y/n)? Become a creepy stalker, perhaps?” He just continued taunting you with his laughs. You smirked and lifted one of your eyebrows. “You think you’re funny, huh? That’s just like you, with your strange sense of humor…”, you said and shook your head. He gained back his serious side. “No, but honestly. That wouldn’t be the best idea. I suggest”, he started, “I’m taking you home with me.” Morten put his hand on his chest to underline his statement. “I don’t mean to force you, of course… ah, no, actually I do. I can’t let you walk around alone by night.” Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and started walking towards the next street corner in the direction you originally came from. His grip was tight and secure but it didn’t hurt you. He was in a protective state even though he always kept that vain attitude. He had that flirty and confident expression that kind of made him look like a total ladies’ man. However, you knew that he wasn’t like that at all. He was rather laid back in that matter, refusing to engage this role, even though he had the chance. You used this position of yours to examine his frame. The outlines of his silhouette were highlighted by the street lights. He had a rather broad appearance but at the same time he was slender; just enough of everything. His wild hair moved with every step, some strands occasionally moving out of place. After staring stupidly for a moment, you regained your ability to talk. “Morten, hey! That’s not very nice! You could at least let me say what I think about that-“ He interrupted you. “Usually, I would. But I know you’d only utter words of pointless resistance and I, I mean we, don’t need that right now. It’s for your sake, (y/n). Don’t resist now!”, he said and laughed. You joined in and laughed as well. - “Here we are!”, Morten exclaimed and took his keys out of his pocket. You were standing in front of a house, relatively small but big enough for him. He always said, what would he need a big house for, if he’s living alone anyway. You liked his house. It was nicely built, with a clever structure; the work of a good architect. The interior design was also really good. The two of you entered the house. “Here we are! Make yourself at home, tell me if you need something, you know the drill…”, Morten said while taking of his shoes. He’d become one of those people who didn’t bother using their hands to take of their shoes; he’d just kick them off. You walked in slowly. “Yes, thank you…”, you said quietly, looking at the furniture and everything, fascinated as if it was the greatest discovery ever. You let your hand slide over the drawer in his hallway and turned your head to look at the pictures on the wall. A few photos of his family and his bandmates. “Ah, by the way, how are Magne and Pal doing?”, you asked. Morten seemed to have watched you the whole time. “They’re doing very well, always keeping their cheerful spirit.” You looked at him and smiled, “I’m glad to hear.” He looked like he was stunned by your smile for a second and forced himself to look away and switch the topic. “Mh, (y/n), since we didn’t have to drive, how about a drink now?”, he said hesitantly. Looking at your clock, you answered, “It’s late but not too late. Sure, sounds good.” Morten cracked a small smile and headed for his mini bar. - How many drinks have you had? About 4? It was nothing more but shot sized drinks but, in that moment, you got reminded of your terribly low alcohol tolerance. You started to feel dizzy, not in a dangerous way, but it was fairly noticeable. Morten was not doing any better. “You know, when you told me about that guy sliding you his phone number under the bill… I was getting pretty mad on the inside. It’s just… it’s just not okay, do you get what I mean?”, he said, slurring a little. “No, I don’t get it. I mean sure it was a little flirty and not quite to my taste but I’d see it as a compliment. Or do you think I shouldn’t get phone numbers because I’m not pretty enough?”, you said and gasped, “Oh dear, I am really plain looking, you’re right. Now I don’t get it either.” You looked up as if pondering about your appearance and right of getting phone numbers. Morten slammed his fist on the table. “You take that back right away! You’re a wonderful person, a wonderful young woman, a wonderful friend…”, he said vigorously at first but his voice started fading with every state he assigned you. His facial features seemed to drop a little at the word “friend”. You felt yourself sobering up a little bit after taking a few deep breaths and some water out of your separate glass. When you looked back at him, you noticed him looking a little down. “Hey, are you okay? You don’t look to well. Are you a sad bean?” He didn’t look at you but nodded silently, looking at his empty glass, which he still held in his hand. “Are you a sad bean because of your bad day?” He shook his head. “Is it because you’re tired? Are you a tired bean?” He closed his eyes and shook his head again. You leaned back in your chair and furrowed your brows. Morten swallowed and slowly turned his head and upper body to look at you. Even though his eyes were still a little foggy due to the alcohol, he seemed serious and a little soberer. “It’s because… because… I kind of don’t want you as-“ He got silenced by a big bang in the backyard. “What was that?”, you asked in fear, getting up quickly. Morten was wide awake now, looking serious and determined. He walked over to a closet in his living room and took out a cleanly polished baseball bat. “I don’t know, but I better find out.” You ran to him and said, “Morten look, I don’t think this is a good idea. I admire your braveness but we just don’t know what it is.” He quickly silenced you by resting his finger on your lips. “Go upstairs and hide. I’ll be back.” “Are you crazy? Don’t!”, you started but quickly retreated when he gave you a very intimidating look. His gaze froze you down to your bones. You nodded once and slowly backed away before running upstairs. You looked around franticly, trying to think of a clever hiding place. You decided to hide in the bedroom, since there was a closet which was almost perfect for hiding. You remembered you and Morten playing hide and seek out of plain boredom once and you won because of that very hiding place. Quickly, you hid yourself in the closet and buried yourself in between Morten’s clothes. They smelled just like him. Your heart was racing and you nervously waited. You didn’t know whether to hope for something to happen or not. From outside you could hear noises you couldn’t quite identify. A few minutes went by and you had to suppress the urge to check on Morten. It felt like hours. Cold sweat ran down your neck. Then suddenly, there were heavy steps on the stairs. They grew nearer and came down the hallway. Your heart seemed to bounce with every step, making you feel sick and you prayed. Prayed for it to be Morten. Whoever it was entered the bedroom, heading for the closet. How do they know, you thought. For a short moment you covered your eyes with your hands, in hopes it would help in any way but it didn’t, so you uncovered them. You held your breath as the steps ended right in front of the closet. The doors of the closet slowly opened.

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kissmyspaceace · 6 years ago

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Fanfics?

Should I write embarassing/cheesy fanfiction? About a-ha and/or KISS? I'm kinda in the mood but at the same time I have no idea if people would read those lol

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Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader), TAKE 5

author’s note: warnings: (violence), injuries TAKE FOUR TAKE SIX // // // // // // // // // // // // // // //

The doors of the closet slowly opened. You kept holding your breath. Thoughts were racing in your head, you weren’t sure whether your heart had stopped beating or was racing like crazy in that moment. You couldn’t see who or what was there. The doors were open, yes; but it was too dark to identify more of what was in front of you. You breathed shakily now and a small whimper escaped your mouth on accident. That’s it , you thought, Now it’s over. Curled up, hugging your knees with your arms you sat there and time seemed to be slowed, everything was silent. Suddenly, a hand reached out of nowhere, grabbing your collar roughly and pulling you up quickly. A frightened sound came from your throat but became stuck in your mouth, not being able to process what was happening. The dark silhouette, tall in height and intimidating, pulled you towards them. You were too afraid to cry or call for help. However, to your surprise, the figure pulled you towards their chest and wrapped their arms around you very tightly, breathing heavily into your hair and neck. You noticed that they were trembling a little. You couldn’t move nor could you identify the person. When you were able to breathe again, your nostrils filled with a smell. The same smell that met you in the closet, in between all those clothes. You gained all of your confidence began to speak. “…Morten?”, you asked with a very quiet voice, nearly cracking from that lump in your throat. The answer you met was a heavy sound, something like a sigh supported by more of an exhausted groan. The tall figure started giving in, pulling you down. You managed to push both of you a few feet back, where Morten’s bed was standing, so that the person would fall onto the bed. Their grip loosened. You watched them drop onto the bed, still breathing heavily, slowly regaining a little strength. You still weren’t a hundred percent sure that it was Morten, even though there was no way you’d ever mistake that smell. When a tiny gust of wind emerged from the slightly opened bedroom window and hit your face, you noticed something on your face turning terribly cold. Your hand reached up to it and you felt something wet on your fingertips. The smell of blood graced your nose. It took you some more bravery to walk over to the small lamp on the bedside table and turn it on, but you could bring yourself to do it. The dim light did not flood the room but brightened it up just enough to see properly. You turned around On the bed, with his legs over the bed’s edge and his feet barely touching the floor, was Morten. He was looking up to the ceiling, squeezed his eyes shut for a second when the light struck his side but opened them up to look at you afterwards. You didn’t hesitate and scooted over to him, quickly examining him. The blood on your face originated from the side of his face, where a bruise with a slightly opened wound was located. A few minor scratches and some patches of dirt were on his face, too. On the side of his bed, you could catch a glimpse of his baseball bat which was showing some hints of damage. Then you looked back at him and sat down beside him and leaned slightly over his upper body. You put a hand on his cheek very gently. “Morten, can you hear me? Are you alright? What happened?” He looked at you, his eyes never leaving yours or your face. It seemed like he was examining you for any sorts of damage or injuries. When he couldn’t find any, he relaxed a little more. “Give me a moment to breathe and I will tell you.” - After Morten had regained some strength you were able to guide him onto the bed, putting a pillow up so that he could sit up a little and took of his shoes for him. You rushed downstairs to get him a glass of water and rummaged in his bathroom for some sort of bandages and first aid materials. With some first aid collectives and the water glass on a tray, you made your way back upstairs. “I’m back, I’m back, I hope I didn’t take too long. Here you go…”, you said nervously and put down the tray on the bedside table. Morten gave you a weak smile. “Don’t worry, it’s fine. Don’t push yourself.” You furrowed your brows while preparing bandages, not looking up at him. “Well obviously you need help, so I’d rather hurry up. Now show me your wounds.” He let you search for cuts and scratches on his face and hands. When you looked at his arms to check for bruises, you spotted a blood stain on his shirt on his upper chest area. “Would you mind taking off your shirt? I’d like to take a closer look at that one.” Morten stiffed a little. “Is that really necessary? I think it’s nothing but a scratch.” “No please, I want to prevent any kind of infection. Show me.” He hesitated at first but took his shirt off nevertheless. Luckily you were focused on treating his wounds and had rather little time to admire his bare skin. He revealed a clean cut. You looked at it for a moment. After that you fished a clammy plaster and some antiseptic out of the first aid bag. You sprayed some of the antiseptic on a cotton pad. “Morten?”, you said, tapping off some blood with a handkerchief. “Yes?” “I’m sorry.” You started dabbing the antiseptic on his wound. The house was shaken by a blood curdling scream. You stuffed a small towel in his mouth to muffle his screams and for him to bite on. Considering he was in pain now anyway, you quickly proceeded to put antiseptic on his other wounds too. A few seconds later, he eased a little, his pain fading away. You laughed a little and took the towel out of his mouth. “You only had the one with alcohol…”, you said. He waved it off and laughed. “It’s okay, don’t mind it.” Now that you had cleaned his wounds, you could start working on his cut with the clammy plasters. Considering you had multiple first aid lessons in the last two or three years, you were confident about your actions. Very carefully and with precision you started closing the wound with the clammy plasters, making sure it was sealed up properly. “Cuts like these should be sewn up actually, but since it’s not that big those things should do it.”, you said, carefully stroking your thumb over the sealed cut. You treated his remaining, minor wounds with salves and occasional plasters. When you put a plaster on the scratch on the side of his face, you stroked over it to make sure it was set properly. Morten raised his hand to cup your hand touching his cheek and closed his eyes for a short moment while enjoying the warmth of your hand. “Thank you, (y/n)”, he said, his voice low and a mere whisper, looking back up at you. In result of his deep stare you froze for a second, fixed to the ground by his determined blue eyes. “There’s nothing to thank me for. It’s only natural.”, you said, smiling warmly. Morten leaned back onto the pillow. “Now come, make yourself comfortable so I can tell you about what happened.” You did as you’ve been told and crawled onto the bed, sitting down next to him. - “Just as I had suspected, there were intruders in the backyard. It was one man, all in black, holding a crowbar. Usually, robbers tend to run away when confronted but this one was quite aggressive. He attacked me immediately, charging at me with his crowbar and managed to hit me on my chest, even though I dodged to the side – hence the cut. Long story short: we fought using hands, feet crowbar and baseball bat and each of us got some injuries but while I was fighting him, I noticed there was in fact a second guy running inside. I wanted to go after him but I was being held back by the one with the crowbar, forced to continue fighting.” He stopped for a second. “You see, that’s when I kind of started panicking since I didn’t know where you were hiding and what this guy was after. After a while I was able to chase him away. I went inside and could only make out the second one jumping out of a window. I was very tired and I felt heavy, also, I was kind of afraid to check on you since I didn’t know what I would find”, he paused and sighed, “Or if I’d even find anything.” His voice faded at the end of his sentence. Morten gained kind of a pained expression. It felt like something in your heart stung. However, his eyes shone and he smiled when he continued, “You know, I remembered us playing hide and seek that one time. I just couldn’t find you. I searched forever. After a really long while I had to surrender. You were running towards me, with that really bright smile and told me you were hiding in that closet.” He laughed. “That’s how I got the idea.” Morten rubbed a bruise on his arm, making a pained face, before he continued. “I’m sorry if I scared you and I’m sorry about pulling you out of the closet so roughly and, I think, hugging you a little too tight perhaps but… I just… I was so glad you were unharmed. I really did not know what this guy had been up to.”, he finished and hid his face behind is hands; lastly running his hands through his hair and resting them on his neck, looking up. Is his face turning red?, you thought. Moved by your thought, you gently put a hand on his forehead. “You’re not getting a fever, are you?” The jumped and quickly shook his head. “No! I don’t, don’t worry.” He laughed a little awkwardly. A sudden change in his mood occurred and his face turned dead serious. He looked into your eyes intensely, his eyelids slightly lowered. As a consequence, you began feeling uneasy again. Morten supported himself on one arm and moved closer to you. His arm reached out, laid itself on your shoulder blade and pulled you towards him, making you fall against his chest. He repositioned himself to kneel on his bed and wrapped his other arms, which he had used to support himself, around you. The hand which had pulled you towards him wandered up your spine, neck and softly scratched up the back of your head, intertwining with your hair. You felt the side of his face on the side of your neck, his breath gracing your lower neck on the backside. You felt a little helpless, hanging there like a lifeless doll. Therefore you lifted your arms and took a hold on his shoulders from around the back, returning the embrace… in a way. Morten hurt himself by hugging you tight, putting pressure on his bruises but he didn’t care. He held you tightly, secure. Safe.

The warmth of his embrace made you relax and give in, however, this uneasy feeling wouldn’t let go of you. This felt so right and at the same time it felt kind of strange. You’d been friends for so long, you shouldn’t feel weird hugging him. The two of you hugged regularly. Although he didn’t let go of you, he moved his head away from your neck to in front of your face, making you freeze again. His half-lidded eyes became fixed on yours. In addition, he breathed a little heavier, almost looking sick. It became harder and harder for you to actually tell what he was thinking or feeling. He hesitated, that much you could tell. He was very determined but at the same time so unsure. He surrendered and weakened, lowering his head and resting his forehead on your collarbone. “Are you tired?”, you asked. “…y-yes, I’m tired.” “Then I suggest you go to sleep. I’ll leave you be and sleep on the sofa. Do you need anything?” He was lying down already but shot up at your words. “NO! No. I-I mean… yes, I need… I mean I need you-“, he exclaimed hastily. You looked at him in surprise. “What?” “I MEAN NOT- NOT LIKE THAT I-“, he sighed and facepalmed, “I want you to stay by my side. Please.” You felt bad for him, seeing him like that. “Of course, anything that helps you.”, you said and smiled warmly, “Just let me go get ready for bed.” - Some time later, you were lying in Morten’s bed, next to each other. To be more precise, you were still sitting up, watching over him. Waiting for him to fall asleep. He seemed at ease, calmed by your presence. His eyes fell shut and soon he’d fallen asleep. With that picture in front of you, you couldn’t help but smile. Your hand started to reach out on its own, gently stroking his cheek. “Sleep tight, Morten.”

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Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader), TAKE 12

(Morten POV) Morten sighed as he waited for a call from his friends. He was uneasy and worried constantly. He started tapping his fingers on the kitchen counter. Five minutes went by. Then ten. Nothing. He was just about to turn around and get himself something to drink, when a loud ringing noise echoed through the kitchen.

He shot forward to grab his phone. “Yes? Hello?” “Hey Morten, it’s me!” He recognized Magne’s voice. “And? Did you do it?”, he asked. “Yes, yes we did. We lurked around corners and watched her on her way home. And we followed her to make sure she gets home safe. I think we did pretty well, she didn’t even notice us- OW!” Pal started talking from the other end of the line. His voice was located in the background. “Idiot! Of course she noticed us! She started walking faster when she spotted us. She got scared.”, he said. Morten slapped his hand against his forehead. “Oh well, at least she got home safe. Try being a little more… discrete next time. Someday she ends up calling the police on you.” Magne laughed. “Sorry. I’ll try to do better.”

“It’s alright. And thank you.” “No problem! Well then, tell us when you need anything else. See ya!” Magne hung up the phone. Morten leaned back and took a deep breath. She got home safe.

He walked out of the kitchen. On his way he caught a glimpse at the calendar.

Tomorrow is Saturday. Perhaps I’ll ask (y/n) out or something.

(Your POV)

Lying in your bed, you couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts wouldn’t let you. Your mind was occupied by Morten and the events of the last days. His face was burned into your memory – every tiny inch of it. The moment when he kissed you still made you so excited that your face flushed and you hid under your cover. Then you felt stupid. I’m acting like a teenage girl who has a huge crush.

It made you frustrated that a person could do these things to your mind, since you always favoured having your mind under control and to yourself. And yet, here you were, tied to your feelings and unable to sleep.

You didn’t want to bother Morten. But still, you were staring at your phone, wondering if you should at least text him or not. Finally, your urge to talk to him won and you grabbed your phone. > Hey Morten. Are you still awake? <

You put your phone aside and regretted your decision a little bit. What if he was already asleep? Or trying to sleep and you kept him from doing so by sending this stupid text and-

Your phone made a buzzing noise. > Hi! It’s nice to hear from you. Yes, I am still awake. I’ve got trouble sleeping. How come you aren’t sleeping yet? Are you alright? <

You smiled at his message. It was so good to receive this message from him, even though it had no special or really meaningful content. It was just that message.

> Yes, I think I’m fine. I can’t sleep either. My mind is keeping me awake. But are you doing ok? <

His answers followed almost immediately.

> Uh, yeah. I’m ok. I’m just worrying about this and that… what is it that bothers you? Would you mind telling? <

> I’d rather not tell. It’s a little embarrassing. What are you worrying about? <

> That’s not important. Just some minor stuff. Say, are you free tomorrow? <

> Yes. I don’t have to go to work tomorrow. <

> Great! Then we’re gonna meet up tomorrow. Don’t fight it! Just agree. ;) <

You became excited. The last thing you’d have done now was resist.

> Alright then. I guess I have no choice. When and where? :) <

> 3 ‘o clock in the afternoon, at my place. Dress nicely, we’ll be going out later on. <

> Got you! Looking forward to it. :) <

> Me too, you’ve got no idea. See you tomorrow then. Sleep well, dear. Xx <

You held your phone to your chest and smiled. This conversation had made you happy and helped you fall asleep at ease. You sure were looking forward to tomorrow.

When you woke up, the room was already lit up by daylight. It was a rather cool light today, with only a few sunrays here and there. You got up und looked out of the window. It was partly cloudy.

I hope it won’t rain today.

Then, you remembered your date with Morten. It made you smile again like a silly schoolgirl. Full of motivation, you went to the kitchen. To your surprise, you found Scruffy sitting there.

“Oh my, how did you get in here?”

The cat seemed to understand what you were saying and flicked its tail in the direction of the slightly opened window in the living room. You remembered that you had forgotten to close it.

“Right. I guess we should get some breakfast ready, hm?”, you said and turned your head to look at the clock. It showed 12 ‘o clock sharp. Your eyes widened and you prepared breakfast a little faster than usual.

When you had finished eating, you made your way to the bathroom.

It wouldn’t take you all too long to get ready but it was a special day so you decided to put a little more effort into it. After brushing your teeth and your hair, you put on some makeup, not too much but just the right amount. Looking at your hair, you decided to leave it as it was. It looked good that day, for once.

Scruffy watched you during your grooming and tilted his head to the side, giving you a rather questioning and confused look. You laughed.

“Today is a special day. I’m trying to look good for someone here, so don’t judge!”

He seemed to notice that this was all about some human, perhaps even a male; and he realized that you did, in fact, not to this for him and meowed in protest.

“Oh, stop it, you.” You giggled and scratched his head.

After you were done in the bathroom, you went to your bedroom to put on some clothes. You had difficulties choosing your outfit, and it took you quite some time. In the end you chose a pretty dress and shoes with some heel but not too much, so you were still able to walk in a somewhat comfortable way. The dress you chose suited you well. It was one of the clothing items you had forgotten about since you pretty never wore it. But now was the chance to wear it. You wondered if you had picked the right outfit, since Morten hadn't told you were you'd go.

But you didn't mind it too much. It'll work out just fine.

You checked the clock again.15 minutes past 2. Still in time.

You did some final checks on your appearance and decided that some jewelry was missing. On your bedside table was your favourite necklace. It was elegant, yet casual; not too flashy but still a little eyecatcher.

Again, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You felt pretty confident today, which was a little unusual, since you were humble by nature. But you didn’t mind. Not today.

As you checked the clock again, it said half past 2. Come on…!

You grew impatient and walked up and down your small hallway. Scruffy watched you with a curious look.

“Meow?”

“Ah, I’m a little impatient. I want to meet someone and I’m waiting for the right time to come.”, you explained and stopped suddenly. “Or I could just go. I mean, it’s better being a little too early than too late, no?”

Grabbing you handbag with your purse, your phone, some powder, your keys and other necessities, you scurried out of your apartment, patting the confused cat’s head in the process.

“See you later, Scruffy. I left the window open a little bit so you can go out if you want to.”

As you sat in your car, driving, you became a little nervous. After all, this was a date. And it was fairly strange you felt that way, since you and Morten had been friends for so long, so you should have been more comfortable. But you weren’t. Yet again, you felt like some silly school girl having a massive crush.

After a while, you could see Morten’s house. You looked for a parking spot and luckily found one close to his house.

You exited the car.

Taking a deep breath, you walked towards the front door. You hesitated to use the doorbell and waited for a few seconds. Then finally, you convinced yourself and pushed the button. You heard the distant sound of the doorbell ringing, followed by footsteps. Your heart was beating faster now.

When the door opened you held your breath, standing still for a moment. Morten’s face appeared in the frame of the door. You exhaled when he gave you a warm smile.

“You’re a little early, dear. But not that I’d mind”, he said as he pulled you inside into his arms. He held you tight to his chest, breathing in the smell of your hair. His strong arms were wrapped around you, giving you a feeling of safety and warmth. You smiled and relaxed and returned the hug. You gave the door a small kick to close it.

“Better too early than too late, huh?”

He let go of you to look at your face.

“Right.”, he said and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

Your hand instantly moved up towards your cheek and you gently stroked the spot where his lips had been before, smiling at him. Morten was still smiling brightly. It was an honest smile that spoke from his heart and soul. It radiated pure joy and bliss.

He laughed. “Oh, whatever.”

As he spoke, he grabbed your face with both of his hands and pulled you in for a kiss. It was different than the one you had before. It lasted longer hand had a different kind of feeling to it. It was more…happy. You had no other choice than to melt into his touch and lips, trying to keep yourself steady since you felt your knees become weak.

To your relief, he let go soon.

“You know, I wanted to take things slow and act like a gentleman. But when I look at you and have you that close to me, I just can’t resist. I hope you don’t mind.” He took your hands and kissed them.

You laughed. “Why in the world would I mind? I have known you for long enough now.”

With your right hand, you reached up to his face and gently stroked his cheek.

He leaned into your touch and enjoyed every second of it. After a while, he raised his own hand to put it on top of yours, holding it in place.

“You’re wonderful. Have I ever told you that?”, he said.

You started blushing and looked away. You were not prepared for compliments.

“Oh, uh, I- I think you mentioned something similar before. Thank you, though.” After your answer you immediately slapped yourself mentally. Nice one, (y/n).

Morten laughed at your reaction. Your flushed face brought a lot of joy to him.

“Ah, (y/n). As adorable as always. Now, come in, I don’t want you to stand in the hallway with me all day long.”, he said and took you by the hand, leading you into the living room.

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kissmyspaceace · 6 years ago

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Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader), TAKE 6

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warnings: man-butt includes: Morten showering, man butt TAKE FIVE TAKE SEVEN // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // //

This night, you had a quite uneasy sleep. Tossing and turning, waking up regularly, dreaming about the happenings of the hours before. Your dreams were twisted and strange yet horrifying, involving not Morten pulling you out of the closet but the man in black, holding a crowbar stained with blood. He took you and dragged you outside, past the backyard, where you could only catch a glimpse of the tangled, bloody mess of Mortens lifeless body lying on the floor. There also was a variation of the dream, where Morten pulled you out of the closet but died in your arms with a crowbar rammed through his chest. There were also dreams where you negotiated with the strange men, pleading to leave Morten be. However, they always replied that they still had unattended business with him that needed to be done. His gaze at you in said dreams always showed that he was hiding something from you in that very moment. In the multiple times you woke up, you’d immediately checked on Morten and there he’d been, sleeping peacefully and unharmed. You were always glad but somehow hadn’t dared to touch him. At last, the warm light of the sun shining through the curtains woke you up. Carefully, you blinked, slowly opening your eyes and trying to get them used to the bright light. Using your arms to support you, you lifted yourself up to get into a somewhat sitting position and took a look around the room. You quickly noticed that Morten wasn’t there anymore. From the room next door, you heard a shower running. - (Morten POV) When Morten woke up, his body ached from all the bruises and yesterday’s movements his body wasn’t used to. Nonetheless, he managed to get up. (y/n) was still lying on the other bedside, fast asleep; however, she looked a little uneasy. He leaned over and put a hand on her forehead, which seemed to calm her a little and her breathing got slow and steady again. He let go, watching her closely for a moment, enjoying how the early morning sun graced her facial features and let spots of her hair gleam. She really is a gift, there’s no doubt in that, he thought and turned away from her. He caught a glance in the mirror from the corner of his eye and noticed that yesterday’s fight put quite some dirt on him. Not to mention, there was sweat on his body that hadn’t been washed off. He decided to not do the smell test and go to shower right away. There was a separate bathroom down the hall but he also had a small bathroom connected to his bedroom, which he entered and closed the door behind him. Slim sunrays shone through the roller blind on the window, dousing the small room in a pleasant light. Morten walked a few steps towards the shower but got distracted by the mirror hanging above the sink. He looked into the mirror. His face was showing a few bruises and minor scratches, nothing too bad but still clearly visible. The small cut on the side of his face right below his temple had been sealed up with a small clammy plaster. Overall his wounds seemed clean and not infected. She did nice work, indeed, he thought. He sighed and ran his hands through his wild hair, which was sticking out everywhere in various directions. After staring into the mirror for a few seconds, he turned to face the shower. He hadn’t changed his clothes since yesterday so he had gone to bed with his regular clothes on, leaving him the challenge of dropping them for now. Carefully, he peeled himself out of his shirt and tossed it aside, as he did with his pants and boxers. His bruises made it a little painful for him to get undressed but nonetheless he made it. He stepped into the shower and turned on the water. It came bursting out of the shower head terribly cold, making Morten jump. But he didn’t mind changing the temperature since he very much welcomed the feeling of numbness on his skin. Standing there for a solid 5 minutes under the cold water, pondering, he finally decided to turn up the heat and get cleaned properly. When washing his hair, he ruffled through it like crazy, scratching his scalp while doing it, which acted as a nice massage to go along with the cleaning process. He made sure to be careful while cleaning his body concerning his cuts. (y/n) had said that the plasters were basically waterproof and didn’t come off that easily but he didn’t want to risk anything. Frankly spoken, he thought about (y/n) a lot these days. He’d come to realize that she was a major source of comfort to him. He complained so often about things that appeared so irrelevant to him afterwards, talked and talked about his stressful days as a musician, made funny comments and remarks about his bandmates he held dear and more he couldn’t think of at once. And she’d just listen. And comment sometimes, engaging the conversation with the sincerest interest. He was lucky. He was truly lucky to have a friend like her. Even though he felt strange admitting it, he’d stopped by her working place once, peeking through the window inconspicuously. Her way around people, honesty and kindness reflected through the radiant mirrors that were her eyes, laughing with the customers, being polite and distant to the ones who were not so friendly – all of that made her shine like a gem amongst people. Lost in his thoughts and smiling to himself, he didn’t notice the small noises coming from the other room.

(Your POV)

Since Morten was gone, you assumed that he was the one taking a shower. You went to use the bathroom down the hallway. After finishing using the toilet you washed your hands and looked up at the mirror. You looked like a mess. As a consequence of your unpeaceful sleep, your tossing and turning had ruffled up your hair majorly. Quickly, you combed down most of the mess, leaving you look only a little messy. A charming bedhead. Apart from your dark circles and tired eyes you deemed your look acceptable enough to present the world – or, at least, Morten. You made your way back down the hallway and entered the bedroom. When you looked up, you caught Morten standing there, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He held up a smaller towel and rubbed it over the back of his head as if to dry his hair with it. His head was held down, so that tiny waterdrops dropped off of his bangs and rolled down the bridge of his nose like shiny little pearls. You never quite thought about his appearance, actually. He was skinny yet he had a few muscles showing up around his arms and chest as well as his stomach area. You wouldn’t say it was perfect but it came pretty close to that, actually. Neither too little nor too much. Why the heck am I thinking about this, you asked yourself. You caught yourself up again when Morten noticed you standing there. “Ah, you’re up now.”, he said smiling, turning towards you. “When I got up to shower, you were still asleep. Did you sleep well?” The first thing that came to your mind was lying straight out of politeness. “Uh, y-yeah, I slept well. Fantastically even.” Morten cocked his head to one side. “You didn’t.” You looked to the ground shamefully, embarrassed by your own terrible lie and nodded. Morten chuckled and walked towards you slowly. “Why are you lying to me? You could at least give me the chance to improve things to fit your well-being. Silly.”, he said. He ruffled your hair a little but stroked it back down afterwards. Another thought occupied your head. “Morten, if you’re already standing here, let me take a look at your wounds. I’d like to see how they’re doing.” The freshly showered young man straightened up to let you inspect him. “There are hematomas all around your body, which is obvious. The cut on your chest seems to be fine as well, it survived the showering without opening up or getting soaked.” You looked up at his face, grabbing his chin to turn his head in every direction you needed it to. “Yes, looks fine. Great.”, you said and let go of his face. The both of you stood there in silence for about 3 seconds, merely looking at each other. “Oh by the way, I’ve been wondering…”, you started, remembering yesterday, “When we were sitting in the living room with our drinks, you were about to say something when I mentioned friendship and you started something with you not wanting me to be something… I can’t recall entirely.” You rolled your eyes up, pondering. “Nonetheless, it seemed important.” Morten’s chin dropped a little and he started getting nervous. He quickly avoided your gaze and stammered, “I-I don’t really remember, you know I had, uhm, a drink or two and it might have been something stupid anyway, so...” You looked at him with confusion written on your face. “It can’t be that important.”, he finished, smiling awkwardly. “Alright then. I won’t mind it any longer.” Morten bowed his head down in gratitude and moved on in direction of his closet, stopping right in front of it with his back turned towards you. “Now, if you’d mind-“ He dropped his towel without a warning. Your face got as read as a tomato and you internally screamed, MAN-BUTT!!; however, you just averted your gaze and turned around. “Uhm, would you like some breakfast?”, you said, with a voice resembling a squeaky toy, “I’ll go downstairs make some.” Morten laughed while putting on some boxers. He turned his head back towards you. “You go downstairs if you want to but don’t you dare move a finger until I’m there. You’re my guest after all.”

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izzwithnorizz · 11 years ago

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Aaaahh, guys my part is getting really long! I had this really sweet idea but I don't know if I should put in an official part or do a little side story! I mean it's getting really freaking long! Ah I don't know what to do!

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izzwithnorizz · 11 years ago

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Chapter: What ever chapter this is I lost count.

You sat outside in your little sister's swing set to try and calm down. This was all to much to handle. You wanted more than anything to show everyone your love for Morten, but you were scared that they wouldn't approve of it even though you were eighteen and fairly level headed. But still. You didn't want to get Morten in any trouble, God only knows how your father would react to you dating an older man. Sighing you let your warm breath float into the air around you and started to sway back and forth in the swing. Was this all really worth it? The chance of getting the man you loved into serious trouble? You shook your head to banish the thoughts once again. Of course it was worth it! He was the perfect man for you. Caring and loving. Gentle and always understanding. Besides, there are relationships with much bigger age gaps. So why should twelve years matter? Just as you started to relax and regain your confidence you heard a nasty chuckle come from the front of your side walk. "Well, well. What's the little "Doll" doing out here in the cold? Did your cradle robber boyfriend finally give you the slip?" Looking up you saw the twisted and smug grin of Danny staring at you with those eyes like a rat's. You gripped the chain on the swing set trying to keep your anger down so that you wouldn't let the other know what was happening. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in a sewer somewhere?" You remarked. Danny just brushed it off. "I came here because Amanda invited me. It's Christmas after all and it's a time to be spent with the ones you love. Or in your case the one who just wants a cheep replacement for their dead wife." You jumped out of the seat and moved towards him grabbing the collar of his jacket. You didn't really have any intent on fighting him, he was much larger and stronger than you were but you at least wanted to show him you weren't scared of him. "I am not some cheep replacement!" You snarled at him. "Morten really does care for me, and I could never replace Magnolia. And I would never want to!" Danny just smiled at you as he you pushed your hand away and shoved you to the side. "How can you be so sure you're not a replacement? A play thing to him, huh? Oh wait, that's right you can't be sure of it. So why don't you just give up this little Romeo and Juliet bullshit and leave him? It's obvious he doesn't give a damn about you any how." After saying that he stepped inside your house and you watched as Amanda all but tackled him with one of her hugs. You stood there watching from the window for a moment before turning around and starting to walk down the street. You just wanted to go to the park and calm down. You didn't want to deal with Danny right now, and you know if you had tried it would have ended up with you slapping him again. You walked along the bridge and sat down on it looking at the frozen river below. It was all but empty there, you knew everyone would be spending time with their families and that's exactly why you came. It was quiet and peaceful. But still you missed something. Someone. With a small sigh you pulled your phone from your jacket's pocket and pulled up Morten's number. You started a text. "Hey Morten? I'm at the park, please don't ask why but..Can you please come by if you have the time? I'm at the bridge and it's kind of lonely I guess." You hit send and awaited the reply while trying to relaxing in the quiet winter air.

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Sorry that I named Amanda's mom that I just really love that name (plus it's my own mother's favorite flower, well at least one of them) Sorry! And sorry I made Danny so jerky yet again.

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