#morten harket x reader

[agaypanic]

agaypanic's Egon Spengler Playlist

Ghostbusters Masterlist | Main Masterlist

if you want something to listen to while you read my egon spengler fics, here you go! if yall have any suggestions for what to add on this playlist, lmk in the comments!!

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Japanese Denim - Daniel Caesar

Girls on Film - Duran Duran

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Mary On A Cross - Ghost

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

Can't Take My Eyes off You - Morten Harket

Monster - Lady Gaga

[exodusin]

𝔒𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ˖ ࣪ 𖤐

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˖ ࣪⭑ people/bands: bauhaus the cure andrew eldritch david bowie led zeppelin michael jackson queen the beatles joan jett duran duran stevie nicks the rolling stones guns n’ roses jimi hendrix blondie metallica nirvana

˖ ࣪⭑ movies: back to the future the outiders the lost boys labyrinth

˖ ࣪⭑ notes: I’ll probably add more in the future. Writing requests for Queen, specifically Freddie Mercury, are only meant for male readers, so don’t request fem readers because I believe it’s true that he’s not into women. I’m not saying the rest of the people I listed are not for women, they’re for whatever the reader requests.

[writefor80sboys]

Dating Morten Harket would include...

(not my gif, credit to classic-rock-roller for gif)

First Headcanon!!! I'll add the meeting part when I know what to write about

I can confidently say Morten is very much in love with you

By nature Morten is a immensely caring individual, especially with you

He adores cuddling with you.Anywhere, anytime he will be down to cuddle.

It's literally so hard to get out of his arms because I feel like sometimes he on purposely will lock his arms around you

Because I mean, he's got nice muscles

If you guys are sitting on the couch at party or even at home he will just burry his face into the crook of your neck, with a little grin on his face.

He's honestly just like a giant teddy bear

BREAKFAST IN BED

Even if you don't ask, he'll just suddenly decide to make breakfast for you while your fast asleep.

Morten isn't that big of a fan of drinking so he probably won't drink, if you guys go to a party of some sort

Taking take of you when you get drunk

Like I'm 100% sure that at the end of the night he would clean you up and tuck you into bed, when you are drunk

Again, he just loves taking care of you and so do you

He loves when you play with his hair, like he just thinks it's so cute

Also he finds it absolutely adorable when you sing along to a-ha

Like, this one time he got to go home early and decided to suprise you.

Making his way to the living room, he finds you dancing and singing along to take on me.

You were SO embarrassed and flustered out of your mind but Morten just found it so cute

You stealing his thick rope bracelets

I mean I feel like at this point he'd only wear them on his left wrist, while you wear the others on your right

It's just so cute when you both have them on holding hands

Talking about holding hands...

If you guys are sitting on the couch at a party or even at home he'll just interlock his fingers with yours

And even sometimes kisses your knuckles

Him trying to teach you Norweigan

And like he is very calm and patient, because he understands it's hard with the pronunciations

He always has sudden urges to kiss your face

So be prepared for when he will attack you with kisses

You guys barely get into fights, but when you do he feels really guilty after

He's a really good kisser

Even small pecks will still make your knees go weak

Most of the time he prefers things to go slow with passion

Makeout sessions are great

He's extremely loyal and respects you

Like he had the opportunity to date anyone girl he wanted

But nah, he just wanted you all to himself

He loves being able to talk to you about everything

And that you're always asking how's his day and how does he feel, basically his mental well being state

While he makes breakfast, you make dinner

Like he will always ask if you need help with cooking or if there is something he can do

He is also really into photography so he likes taking photos of you and cherishes all them

Even though you might find some of them ugly he adores every single one and presents them to people like a proud toddler

Sometimes he even takes sneaky photos of you when your gazing off

He loves your laugh and smile, and just making you laugh

Like he will pull funny faces to make you giggle

Again with his hobbies but, he likes swimming

So you guys go swimming together and it's honestly really fun

He'll splash you while you sitting down on the edge of the pool and cannon ball in

Pretends to drown and screams like a little kid

Absolute crackhead when your at the pool and no one knows why

But it's amusing I guess

Overall Morten is deeply in love with you and has such a soft spot for you

Although he likes to plan out stuff he knows that he just has to live in the moment

And he dreams of the day were you guys get married and has children

[kissmyspaceace]

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.”

[harketspetter]

Hunting High and Low ( Morten Harket x Reader ) - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/cKC78BcrzT The journey of love and struggle, in the lives of Morten Harket and y/n , who knew each other since childhood. Not everyone's lives are perfect , but that doesn't mean that "Love doesn't belong to everyone". Because , to prove it...we need to look for it , hunt for it ourselves - in others and within ourselves. They all were "Hunting High and Low" for it...just like all of us.

I started this shit because i felt like it , please don’t judge me for my writing skillssss <3

Please give it a read <3

[kissmyspaceace]

Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader), TAKE 11

author’s note:

here’s the next part! sorry for taking so long ;w;

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The sound of ceramic hitting the floor and shattering made you jump and look up from the table you were cleaning. At the counter, your new coworker Alice stood frozen in shock for a second before starting to panic. “Oh my god! I’m so- I’m so sorry! I, I’m gonna clean this up right away! Oh dear…”, she said in a very shaky and insecure tone which underlined her nervousness.

 She had dropped a cup while attempting to clean it and was kneeling down before the shards now, reaching her hand out towards them.

“Alice, wait! No!”, you called, hurrying over to her but it was to late. In her panic, Alice had forgotten about the sharpness of the scattered remains of the cup and cut her hand.

She didn’t seem to notice it at first but was alarmed by your call and then blankly looked at the red fluid dripping from her hand.

“Oh dear! Oh no! I’m sorry! Oh god… I’m bleeding. Oh dear.” It seemed like her vocabulary was limited to exclamations of surprise or shock. You sighed and helped her get up. “Now, now. We’re going to patch you up first and then I will help you clean that up. Alright?”

She looked at you with big eyes. “Really? I’m sorry- I can do it on my own, I mean you don’t have to do this. It’s my own fault, after all.”

You shook your head and smiled. “Don’t worry, Alice. We help each other here. We’re like a tiny family.”

 Alice seemed a little relieved and followed you in the back.

 Alice had started working at the caf�� (or rather coffee shop) about one month ago. She was a very friendly young girl. However, with her incredibly shy and insecure nature, she had a little clumsiness to her that made her mess little things up. She would immediately apologize in a heavy extend. Her face would flush red and she would start shaking and stuttering. She truly was a sight to behold. Her dark-amber hair was wild and curly, nearly impossible to tame but she had it tied back in a ponytail most of the time with tiny strands slipping out at the front. She was unusually tan, which made a contrast to her hair, yet there were freckles gracing her nose and cheeks. Her eyes also had a deep amber or light brown color and were framed by a pair of round, big glasses. You had missed out on asked her how old she was but since she was an early apprentice she couldn’t have been much older than 16.

Even though she was a relatively clumsy, awkward mess, you wouldn’t have been able to dislike her. She was kind and had a good will and did her best to learn and be a useful addition to the staff. You kind of felt the need to protect and look after her.

 “How did you do that, Alice? That’s a rather big cut.”, you said, examining the wound.

 “I don’t know. I have a talent for messing things up I guess.”

You glimpsed up at her. She was looking down in shame.

 “You know, when I was a little younger and not as experienced in what I was doing”, you started, “I used to fail a lot as well. I was not as insecure as you but it came close to that, so I know how you feel. You’re going to build up confidence and grow as you get older and work for a while in this job. You’ll see, it’s not all that hard.”

 “I know it’s not that hard! That’s why I feel so horrible making mistakes all the time.”

 “Don’t. It’s normal. It varies from person to person, sure, but you just need your own time learning. Of course, you should try to avoid making mistakes and dropping dishes”, you said and looked up to her and winked at her, “But, as I said, don’t stress yourself out that much. Our boss is pretty chill, she won’t rip your head off or anything. And if anything is the matter, feel free to tell me or even our boss. Alright?”

 Alice nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

 You looked at her hand. The cut was not all too deep, so you were able to clean the wound and carefully apply a bandage.

“There you go, good as new!”, you said cheerfully. Then you looked over to the clock.

“I suggest I will help you with the dishes now. I’ve already finished wiping all the tables clean. It’s a little past closing hour already and I need to lock the door later.” Alice nodded again and gave you a bright smile.

 -

  “I think that’s about it! Good job, Alice!”, you exclaimed and gently patted Alice’s shoulder.

 “Yay for me, I guess. And thank you so much, again. I will try to do better now.”, she said.

 You smiled and grabbed the keys out of your pocket, motioning Alice to get her stuff and head for the door. After you had locked the door and checked on it twice, you turned back to Alice. “How are you getting home?” “Oh, I’m here by bike. I only live a few blocks away.” Alice pointed in the direction behind her.

 “Alright. Make sure you get home safe. You got my number, text me when you’re home, please.”, you said.

 “I will. Good night!” “Good night, Alice.”

 You watched her ride away on her bicycle. Your watch now showed half past nine in the evening. I guess we got a little lost in work there.

 Your car, which had been sent to repair in the meantime, had been delivered to you back home so you still had to walk home. The air was not as cold as a few days ago. It was cool outside but not too cold. You took a deep breath of the fresh night air.

It reminded you of the night you went out of the bar with Morten. When you thought about how he gave you his jacket, you smiled to yourself. You yearned to see him again, even though you had only seen him that day earlier.

Walking down the sidewalk, still lost in your thoughts about Morten, you almost didn’t notice some dark figures creeping in the shadows. You saw them out of the corner of your eye, how they were hiding behind corners. You counted two of them. It gave you a lump in your throat. You walked a little faster. They seemed to follow you, but no more than that and when you got home and up into your apartment, they seemed to leave. You didn’t understand why they were following you, let alone who they could be but it made you nervous for sure.

 You looked out of the window to make sure they were gone. When you couldn’t make them out, you sighed in relief and dropped the curtains.

In the hall you dropped your bag and took of your shoes. The day at work had been exhausting. You ran your hand through your hair and headed for the shower.

When you had your head under the running water, you got lost in your thoughts again. You remembered how Morten had showered as well when you were at his house. The thought of him showering made you blush and you caught yourself imagining it, so you shook your head in shame and hid your face behind your hands. The hot water seemed to cling onto you, forcing you to stay in the shower and enjoy the heat. It slowly relaxed your muscles and brought you into a calm state.

Finally, you left the shower and took a towel to dry yourself. You looked into the foggy mirror and cleaned the steam off with your hand.

What did you see?

You saw yourself. Just you. It was not like you were too confident about your appearance but you also didn’t hide in shame or anything. You surely had self-esteem and knew your worth. However, the thought of why Morten liked you would cling onto your mind. You didn’t really understand.

Morten was an incredibly handsome young man, there was no way around it. His unique facial bone structure played well together, creating a visual harmony that wasn’t all calm. It was exciting, a little out of the line but incredibly beautiful and wholesome. Like something carved into marble. The variety in his expressions was no less. He could melt women and young girls into puddles with his smug smiles and mischievous looks and on the other hand he would put warmth and butterflies into one’s belly with his gentle expression, his slight but sincere smile that made all your troubles seem minor.

A symphony that would never leave one’s mind, echoing through their vision. His eyes told so much yet so little. He was never what he seemed to be.

You were lucky, since you knew him quite well and you knew that he wasn’t all play and flirty. He was a troubled soul sometimes in need of support and guidance every now and then. According to him, you were the one who gave it all to him.

 Right now, you were staring at yourself. Searching for something, anything, that would seem unique or special. Perhaps it was because you were humble? You were just you. It was that simple.

 And that’s what he chose, huh.

[kissmyspaceace]

Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader), TAKE 8

author’s note: warnings: idk fluff again TAKE SEVEN TAKE NINE // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // Morten looked at you for some time. His mouth slightly opened, his gaze soft; he seemed like he was taking his time processing what you just said to him. Time had stopped for that moment. It made you nervous but you tried to stay calm and collected (or at least look like you were). Honesty and emotion were practically spilling from your eyes, leaving nothing a secret. In your chest, your heart beat strongly, making you aware of your feelings. It was a proof of life. A proof of the laid open thoughts and feelings between the two of you. You were not a fan of cheesy moments, nor were you much of a romantic person. However, this moment did not allow to be any different than that. Then suddenly, his features started twitching. They changed into a bright smile, inflicted with pure joy and relief and radiating some kind of euphoria. He shot forward and scooped you into his arms, practically burying you in his chest. He held you tight and laughed warmly into your hair. “You know, I’ve been trying to shake off the thought as well.”, he started whispering, “But when I’m around you, I feel relaxed and understood; your presence gives me a feeling of warmth and secureness. I always assumed you were acting around me just like around everyone else with your kind and gentle ways. But, obviously, it wouldn’t keep me from falling for you.” “I see… it’s strange, isn’t it?”, you laughed. “It certainly is. Feelings are a thing we mostly can’t control.” You buried yourself deeper in his chest and inhaled his smell. There was still a hint of shower gel on him, which altered his smell only a little bit, still leaving his original scent for you to inhale fully. Morten held you tight and secure like that for quite a while. After a while, he slowly let go and took a hold of your shoulders to look you straight in the eye again. It appeared as if he was still looking for affirmation. You laughed and shook your head, then gently put a hand on his cheek. Giving him a very loving and tender look, you stroked his cheek. He relaxed and smiled. With a pleased expression, he lifted up his hand to put it on yours, holding it against his cheek. “Listen”, Morten said, “I feel like I’ve been nothing but a bother the past few months. All of my complaining and whining about my work and other things and at last, yesterday’s events – I feel like I owe you a lot. And I want to give it back to you.” Before you could speak, he stood up and swept you off the bed. He held you in a bridal style position. Confused, you looked at him and watched him kiss your forehead. “You don’t owe me anything! I did these things because… because it seems just natural to me. And not to mention, you’re someone close to me! I’ll always be there for you, as long as it’s in my power.”, you answered, still slightly irritated, but Morten’s smug smile silenced you for good. Goddammit, you thought. “I hate when you do that. Stop it.” You felt your face heat up and quickly looked away. Morten was pleasantly surprised at your reaction and laughed out loud. It was a somewhat triumphant laugh, yet it was joyful and sincere. “Oh no, now I got you. I never would have thought you’d fall for that.”, he said. “Don’t get cheeky now. You have got a wicked effect and you know that very well!” You were knocking on his head, scolding him half-jokingly, half-seriously. Then suddenly, he started walking. “Where are you going?” “I think you mean, where are we going?”, Morten said. “I suppose so.” “Well, I don’t know. It’s your day, after all.” He smiled. “Where to, my dear?” - You spent the day assigning him the most ridiculous and random tasks since you had no idea what to actually ask for. You made him sort random items by colour, then you told him to show you some songs and videos he and his bandmates had been working on, after that you asked him to tell you the worst jokes he knew. However, you enjoyed him showing you songs and singing to you. Also, towards the end of the day, you drew pictures together. They were partly odd-looking because of the art style difference of the two of you, but they had a certain aesthetic. Morten asked to keep them. Surprisingly, you spent the day without a lot of physical contact. It was like nothing had ever happened really; so, it was quite relaxed and casual, yet affectionate. You were quite glad it had been that way, since you still thought it would be best not to dive into anything too deep. You knew that loving could mean being burned sometimes. And if there was anything you’d never want, it was that the thing between Morten and you would burst into flames and turn to mere ashes. Every know and then Morten would look at you in a very affectionate manner and you practically felt the warmth radiating from him. He seems to be at ease, very much so, you thought. After a while, you looked at your phone to check the time. “Ah, Morten, I think I should get going soon. It’s 4 ‘o clock already.” His face dropped and he looked down. “I guess so, yes.” He brought you to the door and opened it for you. “Well then, thank you for having me.”, you said and turned to him. “Are you serious? If there’s anyone being thankful, it should be me! You helped me and treated my wounds and spent all this time with me and-“, Morten started and held your hands tightly. “Morten, I told you already. It’s alright. I did it because it was the right thing to do. For me it was. And most certainly for you.” You moved towards outside the door a little. “Now, I’ll call you soon. As soon as I’m home. Alright?” He nodded. There was a little bit of sadness in his eyes. When you were about to turn around and walk outside, he held you back. “One more thing, though.” He turned you around and kissed you, gently yet passionate, for quite a few seconds. Then, he let go and looked deep into your eyes. “That’s all. I think I can let you leave now.” You smiled and stroked his cheek. “See you, Morten.” You made your way home walking through town, feeling warm and confident. It was a nice day. However, the pictures of the backyard and your dreams would still cling onto you. They returned now, when you were by yourself. Not with Morten, to watch over him. You tried to shake it off. The low-set sun shone through leaves and cracks between houses, leading you on your way home.

[kissmyspaceace]

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.”

[kissmyspaceace]

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.”

[kissmyspaceace]

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.

[kissmyspaceace]

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.

[kissmyspaceace]

Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader), TAKE 10

author’s note:

warnings: a lil bit of worries // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // (Morten POV)

 “Are you sure it’s them, Morten? That’s important” Morten was pacing up and down the living room running his hands through his now messy hair. “Yes, I know it. I just know. I think they even whispered something like ‘Did you miss us’ or ‘Surprise, we’re back’. It was hard to make out in the heat of the fight. But there is no way I could mistake them.”

 Pal tapped his fingers nervously on his arm. Magne had a hand placed on his jaw, seemingly pondering.

 “I just- I don’t know what to do. I would find a way to deal with it if it wasn’t for (y/n) but since she’s…”, Morten said. His voice faded.

 Magne lifted one brow up. “Since she’s… what?”

 “We kind of, you know, got together. I mean she’d always listen to me and she’s so kind and understanding and caring and she has that great personality and I just fell for her, you know? I didn’t mean to, but I kissed her today and she told me she felt the same and now we want to take it slow and see how it’ll go but I’m so. Worried.”

 “No way!”, Magne said, “You did that? I didn’t know you liked her like that. I mean, it was a little obvious but you never know if you don’t know, you know?” Pal looked at him with a very tired expression. “That made absolutely no sense, at all.”

 Magne waved him off. “Oh, stop it you, you know how it is.”

 “Yes yes, of course”, Pal said and repositioned himself on the sofa, “But it’s important to find a solution now. I assume you want to protect (y/n) at any cause, don’t you?” Morten nodded. “Alright. Now the question is: how? We could either protect her by always watching over her and making sure she is safe, or we leave her alone entirely. No contact. Make it look like we don’t even know her.” “What do you mean by ‘we’? It’s not your problem, after all. Just mine.”, Morten said confusedly.

 “That is true. However, we’re a team. And we are quite fond of (y/n) as well. As you said, she is a person to be treasured. We wouldn’t want anything to happen to her, either.”, Pal said. Magne agreed. “Yes. Do you remember how she treated my wounds once when I tried to impress some random girl by walking on my hands and I fell into a blackberry bush? These thorns, man. That hurt! (y/n) was there, scolding me but also helping me.”

 Pal laughed and shook his head. “I remember that, yes. I kind of felt bad for laughing out that loud.”

 Morten smiled. He could really count on his buddies. “I know, it’s really selfish of me to think that way, but… I’d rather watch over her in direct contact. I need to see her.” “Oh, that’s just normal.”, Magne said, “Anyone would prefer being with the person they love. Man, I remember, I had a girlfriend once and I was heed over heels in love with her and I wanted to be with her, like, all the time. It was kind of creepy, when I think about it now. I really was a silly kid. Doing dumb stuff to impress girls, breaking bones while doing so…” He drifted off to sweet youngster memories. Pal looked at him, scolding him with his gaze. “What Magne means to say is”, he started, “We understand and fully respect your decision and feelings. And we will help you however we can. Just say what you need and we’ll do so.” “Well, then…” Morten said and stood up. He began making plans about how to protect and watch over his love in the safest way.

 (Your POV)

 You had sat there for a while, with Scruffy purring on your lap. Slowly, your eyelids had become heavy and you had drifted off into sleep. The dreams filled up with horrible images and sickening scenarios again. You slept quite steadily that night; however, the dreams would not go away. It seemed like one dream faded into the other, making an endless chain of unpleasant illusions you were caught in. You suffered from an awful lot of sleep paralysis that night. When you woke up, you were not quite awake but still aware of your surroundings and unable to move. There was not explanation you could think of for the situation you were in. Morten was alright, what more could there be to worry you? Finally, the first rays of sunshine in the morning tickled your face and gently pulled you out of your terrifying dreams and visions. You felt even more tired than when you had fallen asleep last night. In an attempt to get up, you stretched with a groan. The cat brush fell off the sofa. Scruffy had left an awful lot of fur on your lap. Now, he was lying in his little cardboard tent, on his back with his belly turned upwards, fast asleep. You had read in an internet thread about cats once that a cat sleeping in such a position was feeling very safe and trusted its surroundings enough to even bare their throat and belly. It made you chuckle to see him like this. Quietly, you got up and went to the kitchen to prepare some breakfast for you and your feline friend. You glanced over at the clock. Half past eight. You remembered that your shift started at approximately 10 ‘o clock.

I better get ready soon.

 -

 Scruffy had left soon after he had finished his breakfast. He had rubbed himself on your legs thankfully shortly before he had exited over the fire escape ladder.

 Now, you were on your way to work. You decided to walk there, since the weather was very nice and you enjoyed watching all the busy people roaming in the streets. The smell of freshly baked bread graced your nose; it originated from the bakery across the street. The owner of the shop recognized you and waved hello.

“(y/n), dear, how are you doing today?”

 You smiled and walked across the street. “I’m doing fine, thank you very much! How about you?”

 The owner of the bakery was an elderly lady, fairly healthy looking and well built. In a talk you’ve had with her once she had mentioned that she did yoga every now and then to keep herself fit. You weren’t sure of her age but she seemed to have some motherly feelings about you. However, she seemed more like an aunt-type of person to you.

 “I am feeling fantastic! Yoga class yesterday was very delightful. You know, Mary, a woman from the yoga class, fell over and lay face first and bums up on the ground! It was hilarious!”, she said and laughed. Then she looked at you and got more of a worried expression. “Dear, you look quite tired! Didn’t you sleep well? Do you want some coffee?”

 The thought of coffee wasn’t all that bad. Especially her coffee was great. “I’ll gladly take some, if it’s not too much trouble.”

 The bakery lady waved it off with a laugh. “Oh sweetheart, you could never be too much trouble. You’re way too humble and polite! Did I mention that I have a godson about your age?”

 “Yes, you have mentioned it quite a few times already.”

 “My, my, he could really use a nice young lady to gain some manners! Perhaps you would like to meet him? Have a nice dinner, go out?”

 You smiled and shook your head. “As much as I’d love to meet him, I’m afraid”, you said blushing a little, “I already have caught up interest in another male.”

 She slapped a flour-covered hand on her forehead. “Aw, bummer! Oh well, I guess I’ll have to look out for other pretty girls then.”

 “How about you let him look for a partner himself?”, you said in a polite tone.

 She rolled her eyes. “You’re right, my child. I should probably leave my hands out of that matter.”

Continuing her chatting, the bakery shop owner started brewing your coffee. You had a nice talk with her and soon made your way to work.

 When you arrived at your workplace, your boss immediately rushed towards you to greet you.

“Ah, (y/n), it’s good to see you! There’s a lot of business today, so many customers! Also, there was a young man here about one hour ago, who asked if you were there. And I said ‘No, her shift starts at 10’ and then he said he’d come back later. He was fairly handsome, if I may say so.”

“I think I know who it was. But we’ll see when he comes back.”, you said. However, you asked yourself what it was that Morten wanted.

 The work quickly consumed you and all of your attention. You had your usual way around the guests and customers and worked with a good mood and attitude. After two hours, the people slowly got less and less. You were busy cleaning some tables and putting away some dishes and didn’t notice someone entering the café. They walked over to the counter and ordered a coffee. After that, they made their way over to the table you were cleaning at the moment.

“Just a second, I’ll be done in a moment!”

 “It’s alright, I’ll wait. Take your time.”

 “Thank you. And there you go! All nice and clean. Please go ahead and take a seat.”, you said and turned around.

 “Thank you very much, my lady.” Morten was standing in front of you, smirking. He took your hand and kissed it, never breaking eye contact.

 “Oh, hi! I didn’t notice you.”, you said, a little surprised.

 Morten frowned and pouted at you playfully. “You didn’t notice me? How is that even possible? On my way here, I had to get three girls separately to leave me be.”

 You rolled your eyes. “Yes I know, how could I. I’m sorry. Would you like to take a seat now?”

 “I would very much love to. And if you could join me, it would make my day.”, he said, bowing a little.

 “I’m afraid I have to work, Morten.”

 Your boss called from behind the counter over to you, “It’s alright darling, there’s almost no customers here at the moment. Go sit down with your handsome friend!”

 Morten looked over to your boss and winked at her, playing his charm-card. She giggled and waved off.

 “So, Morten,”, you started, “What brought you here?”

 “Why, I wanted to see you. And check if you’re alright. And as I can see, you are.”, he said and took hold of both of your hands. You smiled.

“Thank you, I’m fine. Just a little tired. Are you doing alright? How about your injuries?”

 Morten rolled his eyes and laughed. “I’m doing just great. I still got a day or two off.”, he said grinning and giving you a thumbs up.

 “Don’t stay away for too long. After all, the video needs to be done. And take care of yourself, we don’t want unnecessary problems.” You lifted your index finger to scold him.

 “Oh, don’t! I’ll be fine! What I care about, is your safety…”, he said and looked deep into your eyes, leaning forward a little. His smile made you melt into a puddle. He radiated so much confidence and charm, it was torturing you to look at him in moments like this. After that, he gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “As much as I’d like to stay, I don’t want to keep you from working any longer. I need to go shop some groceries, anyway.”, he said and got up. “It’s alright. Stay safe, Morten.”

 He turned back to you and looked at you with a gaze you could not identify. Was it worry? Or bittersweet pain? There was a lot of affection mixed with something bitter, which made you worry. “I will. If you promise me that you do, too. Please call me if anything is the matter.”

 You nodded and watched him leave. When he went on the street, you noticed him looking around like he was worried about being watched or like he was looking for someone or something. You tried shaking it off as you continued your work.

[kissmyspaceace]

Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader), TAKE 9

author’s note: warnings: not so nice flashbacks, worries // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // (Morten POV) Morten sat down on his sofa. He but his elbows on his knees and rested his face on his hands. Flashbacks struck him like lightning. The fight from last night replayed in his head over and over. It wasn’t the injuries he got from the fight, as well as it wasn’t the fear of being killed or worse. The intruders have had their faces hidden well, yes; however, it wouldn’t hide their origin from Morten. He knew very well were they had come from and who’d sent them. He sighed and shook his head. Why wouldn’t they leave him be already? He’d given them what they had wanted. What they had demanded for them to leave him be. It still hurt so bad. The memories that would never leave his mind even if he tried to throw them out, shut them away. The sacrifices he had made. He had been at ease for the past 3 years, when his success had started to develop and his bandmates and him had started to build up their future. He had been truly, really confident that everything would be just fine. But now they were back. And he didn’t know what they wanted from him now. He knew that his main focus, his main objective, was to watch over (y/n) now. To make sure they won’t know about her and they won’t pick up any interest in taking her away, let alone using her. However, he didn’t know whether he should constantly watch over her and keep her by his side or keep himself away from her so that those people wouldn’t suspect anything. Looking up and dropping back onto the sofa, Morten tried to find an answer in the plain white of the ceiling. It felt like he needed to pray for someone to help him find the right way to handle the situation, but he didn’t know who would be able to do that. With that, he’d have to deal on his own. Or did he? He went to grab his phone from the kitchen counter. When he held the calling device in his hand, he hesitated for a small moment. No, I have to. It’s necessary. Slowly, he dialed a familiar number he knew by heart. “Hey, if that isn’t our shooting day skipper. We missed you today!”, a cheerful voice shouted from the other end of the line. “Hei, Magne.” “Why are you calling?” Morten swallowed. This would be difficult. “You see… it’s a long story. And it’s quite important. And serious.”, he said in a low tone. “What exactly do you mean by serious?” “Magne. They’re back.” Magne went quiet. There was silence for several seconds. “Are you at home?” “Ja, I am.” “I will grab Pal now and we will be there in a few minutes. And don’t you move or go outside. Do you hear me?” Morten sighed. “Yes. See you then.”

(Your POV)

You turned the keys in your door’s lock and opened it. Humming a happy tune, you entered your apartment, closed the door behind you and took off your shoes. It was half past five in the afternoon now. With a silent smile you went into your tiny kitchen to get yourself a cup of coffee and some biscuits. The smell of the freshly brewed black-brownish liquid graced your nostrils as you prepared some biscuits on a small plate. When the coffee was ready, you filled it into a medium sized light blue cup and added some milk and sugar. Afterwards you made your way to your living room. Even though your apartment was relatively small, your living room had a tiny balcony close to the fire escape staircase. Also, a tree with a lot of twisted branches stood a few meters away from the building and its branches nearly touched your balcony. You didn’t mind, though. It was nice having some nature close to you. You were focused on reading a book while sipping on your coffee every now and then. Suddenly, there was a little bit of scratching and tiny steps from outside, followed by a thud. It made you look up. Behind your glass balcony door, there was a rather odd-looking creature. Its fur was wild and scruffy, strands sticking out in every direction, its colour a dirty greyish-brown with some beige speckles. Big, round eyes stared at you from the now dimly lit balcony. They seemed to glow dangerously, making the creature a frightening frame to behold. You sighed and chuckled a little. “So, you’re back now, huh?” Still laughing, you got up to open the door. The creature took clumsy steps. With its wild, big fur its legs looked a little too short (or maybe they were). Then, it turned around to you, its tail standing straight up with the tip flipping from side to side. It opened its mouth to greet you, but all that came out was some odd croaking sound which sounded like a mixture out of a door that really needed some oil and a dying raccoon. “You know, my mother told me to never give a stray animal a name, for they’d follow me forever. I think she was right about that.”, you said. “Where have you been, you little rascal?” The creature just looked up to you. One eye was covered with something that looked like a veil over his eyeball, a milky substance; furthermore, it pointed outward, so basically in the wrong direction. The other eye was of an amber colour. “(distorted noise of the damned) Meow.” This furball was none other than your good old companion Mr. Scruffward, or, for short: Scruffy. He was a stray who one day had just appeared on your balcony and had gotten into a fight with your cactus. Needless to say, the cactus had won and Scruffy had been full of thorns. Surprisingly, he had let you remove the thorns without struggling. He had known somehow that you were a good human. At least better than that mean cactus. From that day on, he would come to visit regularly. He must have had some kind of a natural flea repellant, since he never had them. Nonetheless, he was a dirty furball and whenever he showed up you took your time to brush him which he gladly accepted, purring (which sounded like a broken chainsaw engine). Also, you always had some cat food in your kitchen cupboard, in case he’d show up and there was a self-made cat bed in your living room, which was nothing more than a worn out cardboard box with an old blanket inside. There was a hole cut out in the front which allowed him to get in and out of the tiny cardboard tent. You had read that cats often prefer cardboard boxes and random old blankets over the shiniest and prettiest cat beds and Mr. Scruffward was no exception.

 “Now come, who wants to get brushed nice and clean?”

“MEeOoWw.”

 You sat down on the sofa with the cat brush in your hand and Scruffy on your lap. With patience you brushed his dirty, patted fur to free it from all of the tangles. As always, it took you quite a while. However, sipping on your coffee and shoving a biscuit in your mouth every now and then as well as turning on the radio made it a little more entertaining. I reached inside myself and found Nothing there to ease the Pressure of my ever-worrying mind Suddenly, you recognized a familiar tune on the radio. All of my powers waste away I fear the crazed and lonely Looks the mirror’s sending me these days

It was one of a-ha’s songs playing on the radio. Morten’s voice was a voice nobody could ever mistake for someone else’s. It was unique and as clear as a creek in the mountains.

Touch me, How can it be Believe me, The sun always shines on T.V.

 “Oh, Mr. Scruffward, do you hear that? It’s Morten singing. Their songs seem to become more and more popular.”

 The cat made a lazy snorting sound.

 “You clearly have no taste in music, Scruffy.”

 Scruffy meowed in protest. He turned on his back to let you brush his chest and belly.

 “Whatever.”, you said chuckling and continued to brush him.

 The hours went by. When you had finished brushing him, you gave him a little pat on his behind to signal him that you were done. He stretched and rubbed his face against your hand as a sign of approval.

“Are you hungry now?”

At the word “hungry” the cat went straight up and looked at you with his big, round eyes. “MEOW”

 You went to the kitchen to get him some cat food. When you looked out of the window, you saw a car with three dark figures standing around it. They seemed to be looking up at you, which made you uncomfortable and quickly turn away.

You shook it off. They probably weren’t looking at me.

With the bowl of cat food in your hand, you went back to the living room and put it down on the ground. Scruffy shot forward and had troubles stopping on the slippery floor, which made him slip past the bowl at first. However, he made it on the second try.

You laughed as you watched him.

He sure was great to have around. You didn’t have to care for him all the time, which made you glad, since you didn’t have the time to be at home regularly due to your changing shifts. You asked yourself sometimes if he was visiting other people as well. He had to get by somehow, after all.

 You looked out of the window to the dimly lit streets. The three dark figures made you wonder. I hope Morten is doing alright.

[kissmyspaceace]

Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader), TAKE 6

author’s note:

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.”

[kissmyspaceace]

Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader) TAKE 3

author’s note: part 3 is here! I wonder if anyone is even reading this. It’s fun to write, so whatever. warnings: none word count: 1399 TAKE ONE TAKE TWO TAKE THREE // // // // // // // // // // // // // // // You turned around. A few meters back in the bar at a table near the window, Morten was sitting on a rather used looking wooden chair. He had his elbow on the table, his chin rested on his hand. He looked out of the window, looking like he was daydreaming. You analyzed him for a few seconds. “He seems a little off, y’know. I know that boy, he’s usually quite relaxed. Go beat the sad out of him!”, Bert said. You turned back to look at him in utter confusion. “Uh, metaphorically, of course. You know what I mean. Lift his spirit.” Bert scratched the back of his head. You gave him an amused smile. “Yes, I’ll give it my best.”You made your way over to Morten’s table. You walked slowly, trying to find out if he’d notice you. However, he seemed to be way too lost in his thoughts. You stopped before the table. Leaning your head a little bit towards your left shoulder in curiosity, you analyzed his appearance and behaviour. You could clearly see his tension even though he was sitting completely still.You sat down quietly on the chair opposite of him. Carefully, you put your hand on his arm. “Morten.” He snapped out of his staring instantly, kind of like getting scared, and turned his head to you at a rather unhealthy speed. “Yes! I’m here! What-“, he said hastily but relaxed a little when he saw you. “Oh, it’s just you, (y/n). It’s good to see you. Did you get here safe?” He smiled at you in a very friendly manner, accidentally touching your hand when you moved it away from your arm. “It’s good to see you, as well. I got here without any trouble, thank you!”, you said and smiled widely to act as a positive radiant in this situation. Your expression soon switched to slight concern, however. You leaned a little towards him on the table and put on your most gentle voice. “Now tell me, how are you doing? How was your day? You sounded quite stressed out on the phone earlier.” Morten sighed and ran his hands through his hair, letting them rest on his neck for a while. “Oh, well.”  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - “Then there were all of these costume designers and makeup artist pulling at me and powdering my face, stuffing me inside clothes and peeling me out of them if they weren’t the right ones. Not to mention: the hair stylists. It’s tiring to get your hair pulled at so many times. Also created kind of a headache.” Morten pressed two fingers each side on his temples and started massaging them in a circular motion. You nodded, expressing your understanding. “And then when everything was over for the day and I was going to rest on my chair for a bit, the director came to me and wanted to discuss some things.” “What things?”, you asked. “He said something about how I seemed unmotivated and should bring out my full potential by relaxing a little. And he asked me if something was to my dislike. I told him that there was nothing really bothering me and that I’ll try to get better in the future. No, actually, I said I might be catching a cold.”, he explained, looking upwards. You chuckled. “I mean, you could have told him if he was asking you anyway. But I guess you were not in the mood to discuss any further with him?” Morten looked back at you, grinning. “You got it.” He repositioned himself on the chair, trying to get back in to a straight but comfortable posture. He was about to say something, when he got interrupted. “Here are two glasses of fine wine for you, children. I thought you might want a fancy drink when you’re sitting here chit-chatting anyway.”, Bert said and put down to wine glasses filled with a burgundy liquid. You looked at him and laughed. “Bert, you know I don’t drink and drive.”, you said, waving your index finger as if to scold him. He let out a deep, whole-heartedly laugh. “I know lass. You’re right.” You looked at the glass. “But I guess, since it’s near summer and the nights are not as cold anymore… I might be able to walk home.” Bert gave you a pat on the shoulder. “Alright, dear, whatever you say; as long as you’re safe.” Morten was watching your conversation, already holding the glass and swirling the wine around. You turned back at him and motioned to give a toast. The glasses made a crystal-clear sound when they collided, making the fluid vibrate and form tiny ripples for a mere second. You took your first sip. “… it’s grape juice.”  - - - - - - - - - - - - - “That lady gave me 10 bucks for tip! She was so kind. I always like to listen to the stories the customers tell. Let alone, their acting tells a story of its own. When you watch a married couple discuss about what to get from the menu, you imagine them to fight quite often; but it would be those little fights over minor things, they can laugh about later. A lot of eccentric people pass by. The other day, a young man complemented me about my quick working pace and gave me a 5 buck tip and shoved a note with his phone number under the bill. Can you imagine?” Morten tensed a little at the latter and stared blankly for a fragment of a second before turning his head to look at his half-empty glass of fancy wine grape juice. You didn’t notice. You shook your head and laughed at the ridiculousness of your story. “Yes… yes, I can imagine.”, he said and laughed. He looked back at you. “Can you tell me more? It’s distracting me quite effectively.” When he said that, you stopped to look back at him. The dusty fog over his eyes slowly faded away. “Sure! You see, there was a child who couldn’t give me extra money, so she gave me… this!”, you said while fishing the keychain out of your pocket. “It’s pretty, isn’t it? She crafted it herself. Kids these days are so talented.” Morten reached out to touch the cool, hardened clay and graced it with his fingertips, as if trying very hard not to break it. He looked interested. “It’s very pretty, indeed.”, he said and leaned back. “You seem to have a more than positive effect on customers.” You smiled shyly and scratched the back of your head. “Yes, it would seem so. But I’ll always stay humble about it!” You laughed and chatted a little more. When you went to check your phone for any important messages, you noticed the time. “Ay, Morten, it’s past 10pm already!”, you exclaimed in surprise. He chuckled. “Time flies, huh.” Luckily you didn’t have any wine so you could drive home. The two of you decided to leave and thanked Bert for his kindness. When you reached into your pocket to pay for the grape juice, he waved it off. “It’s on the house.” You thanked him and exited the bar.The air was a little cooler than you’d expected. Rubbing your upper arms to create some sensation of warmth, you breathed out with a tiny shiver. “The pre-summer nights are not that warm after all, are they?” Morten looked around and nodded. “At least it doesn’t look like rain.” Without any further comment, he hung his thick leather jacket over your shoulders. You turned to him and asked, “Won’t you be cold?” He shook his head. “I can keep myself warm very well, thank you.” Giving you a small wink, he started walking. “Come now, I’ll bring you to your car.” The walk wasn’t too long. You chattered along the way, making jokes about this and that. You were glad you’d been able to lift the mood of your friend.“Here we are!” You started fumbling with your keys. When you got into your car, you put the windows down to get some fresh air into the vehicle. “I’ll wait ‘till you took off.”, Morten said. You nodded and turned the keys to start the car. The car made a loud noise, as if trying to start the motor, let out a bang and then smoke started to emerge from the front. It wouldn’t budge. “Oh boy.”

[kissmyspaceace]

Troublesome Shooting (Morten Harket x Reader) TAKE 1

author’s note:

Welcome to my first a-ha fanfic. I originally wanted to make this a one-shot but it’ll be easier to split it. Setting is in a-ha’s early days, it’s supposed to be the Train Of Thought video. However, there were no mobile phones in the 80′s so imagine the time period being somewhere closer to the present.

warnings: (bad humor)

contains: bad humor, annoyed Morten, Mags being a goofball, Pal being calm

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„CUT!“

The voice echoed through the set.

“Good job everyone, see you all tomorrow, same time same place!”

The people working on the set, camera artist, make-up artists and costume managers as well as the director started packing their things and leave. The set became a little mingled and untidy, people were running around and across the hall. Morten sighed and dropped back into his chair. Another day of shooting, another day of bothersome work. Acting wasn’t his strength, even though he did his best, and the people giving him feedback said he did great so it seemed to be enough. He took the water bottle standing next to the chair and took a sip of the water. All of the directions the director gave him, the changing, make-up being smeared on his face and not to mention the hair stylists pulling at his hair and emptying bottles of hairspray on his head. He knew that all of these people were merely doing their job and were good at it even, but he just didn’t like it.

He let his stress fade slowly and relaxed in the chair for a while. The chair wasn’t even remotely comfortable; however, at the end of the day it was one of the best things.

“Heyo, Morten!”, a voice called out to him.

He turned his head. The director was walking towards him.

“You did a good job today. Really great, very convincing acting. Splendid! Really, wow.”, he said, barely breathing while talking, “I just wanted to talk to you about some things that you could perhaps do… a little better.” The director gave him a smile, reassuring his top-quality acting but at the same time making him feel like a total noob.

“Yes?”

“Oh great! I knew you’d be willing to hear me out! Good guy, good guy.”, the director said and patted his shoulder. “Wow! I’m glad you’re such a patient guy.”

He cleared his throat and repositioned the small scarf around his neck. Reaching up to his old-man-hat, which he usually uses to hide his hair loss, he repositioned that as well.

“Well Morten, you see, you’re a charming guy. You know your way around people, especially the ladies”, he wiggled his eyebrows, “But most importantly, there’s so much talent hidden inside of you. An ability to perform great acting, I know it! It’s bright and shining! Only waiting to burst out and bless the world!”

Morten watched him talk – way too quickly, for his taste – and gesticulate. He himself however remained silent.

“But there is a tiny problem, Morten. Do you happen to know what it is? Take a guess?”

Morten shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought you wanted to tell me.”

The director kept his silly smile and laughed. “Oh you, Morten. Funny guy, funny guy. Look, the thing is – you seem like you hate what you’re doing and if you really want to act freely, you should try to shake it off. Maybe there is a way we can help you, make you feel more comfortable. Is it someone working here on set? The lights? The thick air? Phew, I swear the air in here is thicker than our caterer’s behind.”, he said and laughed. Morten cracked a forced smile. Poor Betty, he thought.

“No, it’s none of these things, actually. I…”, Morten said and looked at the overly cheery director. “…I think I might be catching a cold or something. I don’t feel too well. But I will remember your advice and come talk to you if there is anything bothering me.”

The director clapped his hands with glee, laughing. “Oh, I knew you’d understand. How relieving. Really, brilliant. Splendid! I hope you won’t catch a cold though. If so, make sure to rest! I have some absolutely great soup recipes from my mother I can give you. She’s the best, I tell you.” He paused for a moment. “Morten, thank you for your time. I will go home now and I suggest you do so as well, enjoy your free time!”, the director said and walked away.

“Yes, thank you. I will.”

 -

 Morten took his bag and exited the building. The air was warm, like it was usual on evenings in early summer. He looked around. The parking lot was fairly empty, he must have been the last one to leave. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a familiar voice.

“Oi, Morten, over here!”

He turned around and saw Magne waving at him. Pal was standing next to him, a friendly smile on his lips. He was leaning against his car. Morten relaxed a little and walked over to them. “Hei.”

“Går det bra med deg? (Are you alright?) You seemed uneasy today.”

“Ja, jeg har det bra. (Yes, I’m fine.)”, Morten answered. His friends knew that he was not too fond of shooting music videos. Pal moved a little.

“We know you hate doing all of this shooting and stuff. We don’t necessarily like it that much either. Just so you know.”, he said. “Are you just bothered by that or is there something else bugging you? Ikke lyver for oss. (Don’t lie to us.)”

Morten laughed and waved it off. “No, really. I’m just a little irritated. You know, I had a little talk with the director just now.”

Magne grinned. “Oh really. What did he want?”

“He basically told me that I have a huge amount of potential but I shouldn’t be in a bad mood all the time because it’s kind of killing the vibe. Also, he made a comment about Betty’s butt.”, Morten explained.

“Betty’s butt?”, Magne asked in disbelief, “But that guy is gayer than a box of crayons. What’s his business with Betty’s butt?”

Morten laughed. He scratched the back of his head. “It wasn’t a comment in that way. He compared the air in the shooting hall with Betty’s butt: they’re both thick, in his words.”

Magne looked offended. “No one says that about Betty’s butt! Betty might have a little more flesh on her hips than we do but she’s the one bringing us the food, damn good food if I may say, so talking bad about her behind her back is unacceptable!”, he said and crossed his arms, throwing his had back theatrically. Pal laughed and added, “I can only agree to that.”

Morten felt how he slowly got less and less tense, his friends did a great job at calming him down and settling his mood. He took a look at the watch on his wrist. “Guys, I gotta go now. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Magne sighed. “Yes, on another day of shooting the music video clip.” Pal interrupted him. “Don’t act like that! Looking at your dancing while shooting, you seemed to kind of be digging it.”

Morten agreed. “Yeah. I didn’t know you were capable of such intense dance moves. You were really going wild back there.”

Magne laughed and put his hands behind his head. “It’s true though! I really was in the mood. I thought it would look cool, perhaps.” Pal chuckled. “One way or the other, it’s definitely an eyecatcher.”

Morten smiled, slowly backed away and waved goodbye. Pal and Mags did the same.

He walked down to his car and threw his bag on the backseat. There was only one person now who could make him completely feel at ease again.

Morten dug through his pocket and fished out his phone. He started dialing your number.