I would love to see more people talking about kevseth, such an interesting dynamic ( especially as fwb)
me too like i feel like they both have a lot of things that could be worked out by fucking each other. it would certainly repair their relationship in some ways. do irreparable damage in other ways i’m sure tho
(kevsethallison is just so good too. allison would make them make out for her own enjoyment and seth’d be a little too into it for it to be a joke. kevin is just happy to be there)
@strangegames Perhaps this was quieter than I expected, but someone did tell me that the realization kiss from Mork is going to- well, I won’t tell you when it’ll be. Maybe you don’t want to know just yet. Let’s imagine that Mork comes to realizations rather quickly, I mean he kind of was when Kitty entered the picture, but I also want to (for now) eliminate possible angst and (any of) the dreaded scenes where Mork is getting beat up (not ready)...However, here is your fic request:
Mork wanted Sun to win the coffee competition more than anything else in this entire world. Okay, so he wanted him to win and he also wanted him. Mork shook his head at that inner voice inside his head making the confession. It’s true. He had feelings for him. It’s just Mork didn’t know what to do with those feelings. He never considered himself a romantic. How in the hell would I be able to do all that cutesy stuff in a relationship? Like the other night when P’Sun stared at me in bed. Mork dived under the covers to hide. Sun never saw that he went to sleep with a pleased smile on his face.
Kitty’s laugh broke Mork’s thoughts. No, more like intruded them. He put a hand to his cheek and rested an elbow on the counter, watching them at “their” table. Mork muttered, mimicking their talking. A hand waved in his face.
“Excuse me,” a customer called him. “Kitty?”
“My apron is in the wash so I’m wearing a former employee’s,” Mork said through gritted teeth. And girlfriend the inner voice told him. Shut up. “You can call me Mork. What can I get for you?” The customer raised curious eyebrows and gave the menu a glance.
“Just a skinny vanilla latte, please, thank you.” Mork smiled and went to making her order. This time Sun’s laugh reached his ears. What are they laughing about? It felt bizarre to watch Sun interact with her like it was a coffee date. Excuse you, Kitty, but we had a two day coffee date to find these coffee beans. Mork composed himself. Mork! What are you thinking? Calm down. You never go out looking for fights to blow off steam. Just calm down. Also you made a promise.
The customer thanked him for the order and took a table with her friends. Sun sauntered over to the counter. A hand landed on Mork’s. He gulped. “Thank you for keeping it steady while I work with Kitty.”
“No problem,” Mork managed to speak. “You two have a lot of work if you want to win the competition. I believe in you…” Mork stopped himself just short of that last bit. Sun gave him that smile. The one where his eyes were smiling too and Mork scoffed. “Uh...yeah, just go.” Mork shooed him with a hand. Sun kept smiling at him and he slowly backed away to join Kitty again.
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“You’re not seeing Kitty today?” Mork asked Sun when he appeared in the kitchen to put on his apron. He was getting used to working the cafe alone. It was becoming fun.
“I am seeing Kitty today,” Sun answered. Mork’s face faltered. Sun only laughed. “She’s standing right in front of me.” Mork huffed. I need my own apron. For the love of…
“There’s actually a new drink I want to make for you. We came up with it yesterday and we think it gets rid of that peach flavor.” Mork knew that perhaps Sun was only doing this for that snide remark he made. They weren’t open for twenty minutes so Sun made the drink. Mork tried it.
“There’s no peach flavor here, but it doesn’t mean much because I didn’t try it the way it was before,” Mork told him.
“Mork, what you think means very much to me. After all, it was you who convinced me to keep my head up and go for my dream. It’s why I took you to the mountains to find our coffee beans.”
Our coffee beans. Mork didn’t know what to say. Sun said that he’d spend time convincing Mork that he no longer hates him. Sun said he would show him how he feels. Mork finished the drink. It was good and besides he needed the pick me up. Sun didn’t say much of anything else as time dwindled down to start another work day.
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Later that night, they were doing the usual closing up routine. Chairs up on tables so they could easily mop the floor...etc...etc...Mork was putting up a chair when he mumbled, “I think I have feelings for you.” Sun stopped in his tracks, standing in the middle of the cafe, feeling like a giddy idiot holding a mop bucket.
“What did you say?” Sun didn’t want to jump to conclusions.
“Never mind,” Mork shook his head. Sun let go of the mop. He planted himself next to Mork who was still gripping the legs of the upside down chair.
“What did you say?” Mork didn’t dare look at him. Did he? Shit.
“I’m falling in love with you? Is that what this is?” Mork exclaimed, his voice rising a little louder than he wanted. A patient Sun took both of his hands and brought fingers to his lips. Mork let out the breath he’d been holding.
“So you’re saying you love me?”
“I don't know.” Mork took his hands back. “Why else do you think I couldn’t stand watching those men insult you? Why else do you think I intervened...though me intervening still got you hurt so there’s that.” Mork kept looking at the floor because that was best. If he looked at Sun’s face he’d lose all self-control. Sun apparently wanted him to lose it because his face was grabbed.
Mork whined. “Stop it.” He shut his eyes, clearly aware of hands on his cheeks. Clearly aware of a thumb raking over his bottom lip. But he didn’t open his eyes. Mork imagined he was probably giving him a smile that would blind him like the very thing that is his name.
“Sun,” Mork mumbled with eyes still closed. “If you’re going to kiss me you better do it now before I make an escape.” Mork was nervous on his feet, swaying a little bit.
“Open your eyes.” Mork stomped his feet like a petulant child. He didn’t care what it looked like. He shook his head. “Open your eyes.”
“Ughhh, fine.” Mork opened his eyes. Sure enough he was blinded by a smirk and smiling eyes. “Your face is going to be the death of me.”
“Mork, I lo-” Mork interrupted him with a kiss. Sun stumbled backwards a little bit, but caught his face with both hands. Mork didn’t need to hear Sun say it just yet. They’ll have time to throw those three little words around in several hundred different ways, but right now all Mork wanted to do was show Sun how much he cared. He wanted Sun to know that he hurts when Sun hurts. Mork wanted him to know that he will defend him at all costs even if he promised no more fighting. Mork didn’t think a kiss would make him realize all of those feelings so quickly but it did. Sun tangled fingers into hair, his other hand falling to Mork’s waist. With lips still connected Mork felt himself pulled closer, his body now fully against Sun’s. They broke the kiss. Sun dropped the hand from his hair to press it into the small of his back. The feeling from just a simple touch was enough to knock the wind out of him. Differently than a punch to the gut, but nonetheless, nearly the same. Then Sun, with a beaming smile, pulled that cutesy shit again by laying his forehead against his. That inner voice popped into his head: Is this what love feels like?
Words cannot express how much I LOVE this episode and how many times I’ve watched these parts!!
Like, not only is Eliot getting whooped, but he’s PROTECTING AND SAVING A KID!!!!! He has such a soft spot for kids and I have such a soft spot for him! I love you Eliot!!!!
You're a horrible liar. I know you don't need it, I know no one needs anything really, but you want it and you want it so badly it scares you. You must think I'm blind.
....I don't want to hurt you, but you're hurting me.
