Make a fic about the plumber, PLEASE. I am CRAVING it.
Here u go :D Enjoy!
Plumber Friend (Plumber!Mark x reader)
Just another Saturday, it was supposed to be a day off but since last night the kitchen sink had been clogged, probably because I forgot to put the strainer back, causing the pipe to be clogged. Luckily, Mark was a plumber. His job was surrounded by pipe and sewage systems. I told him about it and he laughed at my face, well, not hysterically because he knew it'd be too mean of him if he did that.
He was a friend of mine, I remembered when he asked me out on a date with his working outfit on, making that pickup line relating to his job. It wasn't a good idea to ask your friend on a date but either way, it was a funny pick-up line.
I looked at my watch while standing patiently at my front door. Knock knock.
There we go. I reached for the door handle and opened it, getting greeted by the plumber himself, his mustache as always stood out the most in my eyes, "Your pipe is clogged?" I was getting flashbacks when he asked me out on a date, good God.
"Yep, god, hearing those words is still haunting me to this day," I said as I let him into my apartment. He just chuckled, "Getting a flashback to our first date?" He opened up the cabinet under the sink, revealing the pipe under the sink.
"Don't ever bring that up," I threatened while taking a sip of my coffee. He just rolled his eyes playfully and inspected the pipe, "It shouldn't be long for me to unclog it, probably a few minutes or so."
"I see. I'll be in my living room, continuing my thesis," I said. I went to my living room where all the scattered paper, books, and my laptop were. I was so close to finishing my master's degree, but after a few years, finally.
A few minutes later, I was looking through the books I had picked out from the library for my thesis, "Hey, your pipe is fixed. Is there anything else that you need help with?"
"No, I think that's all? How much for all?" I got up from my sitting position, "I'll give you a discount if you want to go on another date with me." I looked at him in disgust. He just laughed, "No, no I'm joking. It'll be $100 dollars."
"Wow, your jokes are so funny," I sarcastically said after grabbing my wallet from the drawer on the end table beside my couch.
"Awe, come on, Y/n. You know you like my jokes." He leaned on the wall while crossing his arms against his chest, "You also like my sarcasm so that makes us equal then." I lent him a hundred-dollar bill and he gracefully accepted it,
"Fair enough. I always enjoy seeing you all pissed off, I'm not sure why but it's just funny to see your face and reaction," he teased. I got up and led him to the front door, "Yeah, sure." Sure, he looked handsome and all. His body was my type but there was no way in hell I was going to date him again after the first one,
"In all seriousness, we should hang out often, as friends, of course. I can ask my other friends and you can bring yours too if you don't want to make it awkward. I can tell the work for your thesis must've been tiring for you," he said softly. He stepped out of the door. I thought for a moment, he was right. I was so busy with my thesis to the point I rejected many social gatherings, that it made me want to rip my hair out.
"Yeah, you're right. I just want to get my degree faster, that's all." He smiled, "I understand. Just text me if you want to hang out or need someone to talk with. I'm always here for you, okay?" Fuck it. I wrapped my arms around him. He didn't seem to expect that at all.
He seemed hesitant at first but his hands slowly reached my back, hugging me.
"Thank you. I appreciate that a lot,"
"Of course. I'm still your friend. That's what friends are supposed to do."