#( sorry this is late e.e been busy with work )

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It's a date E.S x FEM! Reader

Overture- Working in the paranormal section of the university library wasn't the best job, but the one person who came down there did manage to brighten your day, even with his needlessly formal demeanor.

CWs- Creepy basements, mention of loss of job

A/N- Day 12! Only like a half hour late, too! Need to celebrate the little things, I guess. Also I have no idea why I like Egon with a librarian reader so much. But this is what I imagine Egon was off doing while Peter and Ray were deciding to start the business.

The paranormal section of the university library was your favorite spot to work. Mostly because it was rarely ever visited. Tucked away in the basement, near the files, you could mostly listen to music and do sorting and shelving work. You really weren’t supposed to listen to music while you worked, but who was going to stop you? Your boss didn’t even come down here, he said it was ‘too creepy’. 

Half way through your shift, and your music was as loud as your headphones would allow. It was the only thing keeping you going in the —admittedly creepy— basement for this long of a shift. That was, until you turned around to grab another box of files, and there he was. The only person who came down here with any consistency, Dr. Egon Spengler. 

He wasn’t a teacher; but the university paid him to do paranormal research, so whenever he needed text to supplement his work, he came down to visit you. You wondered why he never sent a lab assistant, but you figured he must just prefer to do it himself. You weren’t expecting him though, so he definitely startled you, standing with perfect posture while carrying an overwhelming stack of books. 

“God! Sorry, I didn’t hear you come up, we really need to put a bell on you Dr.Spengler.”

“I told you that you can call me Egon, if you prefer.” It's so hard to try and separate your little crush on him from your work if you call him by his first name, though. Nevertheless, you did want to respect his wishes.

“I know, but you’re so formal I feel like I should address you formally.” 

“Well, thank you.” 

“Of course—Egon.” You nodded your head once to show that you were making the correction. 

“So are you looking for anything in particular? Or just returning?” 

“Just returning these.” He gently set down the stack, which was admittedly impressive. If you’d tried to set them down, it would’ve been a lot–louder. 

“Alright.” You gave him a smile and started grabbing the books one by one to get them checked back in. He could’ve easily put them in the return bin upstairs, it was far less out of the way. But you figured it was the same attention to detail that got him to come pick up his own research materials. 

“So what’re you listening to?” 

“Oh—uh, it’s just my work playlist, I’m really not supposed to have headphones in down here, but it gets so quiet. You’re kind of the only one who comes down here.” 

“Well I promise I won’t tell.” 

“Thanks, Egon, I do appreciate it. If you don’t mind me asking why are you returning all of these anyway? It must be everything you have checked out.”

“Yes, myself along with Ray Stantz and Peter Venkman were fired earlier today. So I had to return the books.” 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! That’s rough, isn’t that like, your whole department?”

“The university is no longer interested in pursuing the furthering of scientific development through the paranormal, I suppose. But Peter and Ray seem to be coming up with a plan for us to continue our research.” 

“Well it’s good that you guys have something, I’m going to miss you down here.”

“Well thank you, I think that this will be the part of this job I will miss the most.” 

“Ok, you’re all set.” He gave you a short nod, and you finally let yourself speak before overthinking. 

“Just one more thing Dr. Spengler.” It was too late to take it back now, your mind had caught up, but you’d already started. You were going to ask him out. 

“Um–I haven’t really said anything just because, I try not to do that for the people who are like, in my workspace, but I–like you. So if you would like to go out for coffee or something sometime, here’s my number.” You handed him a sticky note you scrawled your number on while you were talking. 

“Oh, well thank you. I will definitely do that.” He took the sticky note and left, a little piece of you felt deflated at his reaction, he looked a little confused and once he started to leave he quickly walked back over to the counter.

“You did mean as a date, right?” You couldn’t help but laugh, just a little bit. That was the one part you thought you’d been pretty clear about. 

“Yes, like a date.”

“Alright, good. I’ll call you tonight.” “Cool! I’ll talk to you then.” When he did leave, you were grateful that no one else was there. That way no one could see the little dance party you threw yourself for finally asking him out.

[neo-shitty]

toffee!

yeah same, i follow some fic accs that occaisionally post smut and its like mmmmm is the fluff writing enough to balance the posts that gives me finger burn trying to scroll past it? but yeah thats probably the way to go

ah i wasnt there for the teaser but i can imagine that was tantalising. lmaoo yes but to be fair i do have a writing acc called channiesbigheart so... balancing it out? but i absolutely am whipped beyond belief. it was a TRAVESTY how COULD they have. yeah the b sides gave him more lines but they werent the ones that were performed over and over at stages. yessss the line distribution in this album is impeccable, im pretty sure the thunderous stuff was some of their best distribution

hehe i can understand that, sometimes putting someone in a situation so horrible it would be considered a violation of human rights is theraputic, ya know? mmmm the differences are a bit nuts, it was 14 degrees today and in less than a week its going to be 32 or smth. BROOO that would be legendary, i bet theyd treat their artists rlly well and have great music as well ahhh but its a lot of work adn commitment. yES that is a mood if ever i heard one.

its the same in australia as well, sadly, you have people who hold up harry styles and lil nas x for breaking gender roles and wearing make up adn steryotypical womens clothing (and keep in mind i have infinite respect for both of them theyre honestly doing so much for the de-dehumanising of gay people and those who wear whatever they want), and calling the kpop boys gay and other things for doing the same thing, when theyve been doing it for years and gotten no recognition smh its so tragic. yes, anyway YES ONLY 6 MONTHS I AM FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES A BBY STAN altho i considered myself a fully fledged stay like 2 days after i got into them cos i just spent all day researching and fixating. YES someone said it. it feels like theyre losing a huge chunk of why a lot of people liked their music in teh first place, which was that whole dna, dope, fire mood. and even doing bright songs is fine, liek they should do what they want but i feel liek the western music industry is so fucking toxic that they feel pressured into making these decisions. dont get me wrong, theyre good decisions from a business perspective, theyre getting record breaking sales but still. mmm yeah honestly yg just needs to get its shit together or get out

oooh! not into nct but i see a lot of him, he seems rlly talented. ahh yes another channie ult lmaoo i feel that, my list is growing in leaps and bounds as well. mmm yeah i think i will, im just going to try to save enough money :) mingi appealed to me mostly for the voice (like felix smh what is it with me and deep voiced bois) but also his soft visuals and the whole cutesy thing he has going on i rlly liked. yes i did get into them while he was on hiatus, but im still mostly a casual stan, ill listen to the album when it comes out but i dont think ill obsessively look over everything to do with it, like skz. HAH WE'RE MORE SIMILAR THAN I THOUGHT. lmaooo the thot line describes them perfectly, why are they all so damn attractive. especially seonghwa, like that man looks like a character from a book, cardan greenbriar vibes anyone? mmhmm! his vocals are absolutely insane. ty! yeah im excited altho idk how theyre every going to beat border:carnival, that shit was impeccable. ahh no stress, enjoy teh groups you stan atm!

ahh thank you so much, ill keep that in mind. hehe thats good! hopefully its soon :( ah ty, it means a lot. ill think abt that and hopefully talk abt it a little more :)

ah, no it was inside our gymnasium but to get to the other side of the stage you had to exit the building, go around the back and then enter through the other stage door. ah tysm! im glad too. mmm same, they baffle me. ;n; noo so sad :( ahh, thats um not smth i put on here, but im in high school so make of that what you will :)

thank you! ive done a majority of them, i just have maths, an english presentation and an economic assignment due now so im pretty much home free. yeah i feel like hes the epitome of here for you while being inescapably far away. haha she sounds like one of my friends. lmaooo why is that me. hmmm i feel like youve answered a lot of them in that answer so maybe just ateez, enha, txt and bp? if you stan them? :)

ahhh no problem at all, proud of you for managing to overcome the procrastination! progress! mmm thats good! ahh pls do let me know if you ever decide that, i cant promise i wont cry but do what you gotta do :)

<3 w.a. 🐺

hi! sorry for the late reply, i didn't know how to construct sentences yesterday e.e

yeah sometimes it's the perfect balance! i personally don't like fics that focus mainly on the filth? the plot has to carry the whole fic somehow and the smut is just something to add to the mix. also, i'll follow you on your writing blog! i keep forgetting to do so, damn it.

"sometimes putting someone in a situation so horrible it would be considered a violation of human rights is theraputic, ya know?" putting it this way just silenced me but yes. angst just feels more realistic. it isn't always happy endings irl so i tend to do it a lot.

falling into skz is so easy! it felt like that for me too. stanning them felt like getting sucked into a blackhole. also yes i agree. kpop is nothing but an industry after all and it runs on money so i get why they do what they do as well.

i suggest we not talk about haechan because i will literally not shut up but yes my boy is an ace :( chan is also sooooo easy to love. and the chan's rooms just solidified his place as ult. having something to look forward to every week at a time when my mental health was just plummeting into the depths of tartarus just helped me be stable. oh yeah, mingi's deep voice is indeed sexc. and he has some wack ass duality as well! and i think seonghwa was one of the people i nearly considered as bias just because of his visuals because wow that's one beautiful face. and true, idk how enha's going to beat border:carnival. i don't like all the tracks simply bc of taste preferenceds but i like more than one so i consider that a lot already.

bro that gym should've had some sort of a covered walk :// also i miss being in high school sO DAMN MUCH. but i still feel like i am because time stopped when quarantine started and i was still in senior year at the time.

my ateez bias is wooyoung! it wasn't that much of a shocker to my kpop stan irls because i was a jimin stan for the longest time. enhypen is jake and they kept pointing out that he looked like seungmin sometimes so it's like chan's aussie-ness with a tinge of seungmin (the other guy in my skz bias line, in case i haven't mentioned it). txt is huening kai! i find it hard to believe that he's my age because he looks a lot younger? o.O and he always looks good damn :(( sigh for blackpink it's lisa! i tend to bias the maknaes of yg groups, it's a pattern i've noticed but don't intentionally do!

DON'T WASTE YOUR TEARS OMFG. you can always reach me elsewhere if i like disappear off this blog.

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nothing subtle here (1/6)

Dex knew he was in trouble the first time he saw Nursey playing hockey. It was a practice, in frog year, and Dex had already decided that he and Nurse, Derek M. were not going to be friends. Or even acquaintances. Or anything close. But all the irritating comments and rolled eyes in the world couldn’t stop Dex’s stomach from swooping as he sat on the bench and watched Nursey slam a guy into the boards, steal the puck, and shoot for the net. He recognized the fluttery feeling in his stomach, he was a gay man  competing in competitive hockey. It was hopeless trying to ignore the fact that hockey players were hot as hell and Dex had given up trying long before Samwell.

But still, Dex told himself, it didn’t actually mean anything. A hockey crush is different than a crush crush. So Dex swallowed the feeling and once he was paired up with Nursey on the ice, it wasn’t that big of a deal. He had less time to watch Nursey when he was trying to keep his eyes on the puck, anyway.

Dex pushed when Nursey pulled. Their mutual agreement to disagree made the world go round and helped the goals get scored. So what if Dex felt slightly nauseous around Nurse sometimes? It was worth it for the cause. 

At least it was worth it.  That was before they were roommates. By the time junior year began, Nursey was his best friend, and it made Dex want to kill him even more. Being someone’s best friend meant you knew shit. Personal shit. And knowing personal shit about Derek Nurse was a dangerous game for William Poindexter. Knowing personal shit might, Dex hoped, ruin the lightheaded feeling he’d gotten when Nursey had hugged him in a celly freshman year, that had shown up sophomore year when Nursey barged into his dorm on a Sunday night with pie from the Haus asking to watch Netflix, or that had plagued Dex as he and Nursey studied into the early hours of the morning during every finals week so far. 

It had been about a month of living with Derek Nurse and William J. Poindexter was suffering. The lightheaded feeling was, decidedly, getting stronger and Dex was, decidedly, dying.

So, out of desperation, he called someone who could help.

His brother picked up on the third ring.

“Hullo?” Dex could hear the sound of laughing children and the soft tones of his brother’s wife, Jane, in the background.

“Hi. I’ve got a problem.” Dex’s brother, Marcus, was, arguably, the one person Dex could really talk to, about anything.

“What kind?” Marcus asked. Dex could hear the sound of a screen door opening and slamming closed, muffling the laughter of his nieces.

“It’s Nursey,” Dex sighed.

“Uh-oh.”

“What?”

“I know that sigh. That’s the ‘i’ve got a crush on a boy sigh.’ ”

"I do not have a-" 

"Will, please. I’ve known that sigh since you gave it to me when I asked you why you punched Tom Dewey back in elementary school.”

It was true that Dex had punched Tom Dewey, an annoyingly good-looking kid who had decided to marry Cindy Foshee during recess that day. At the time, Dex had thought he was jealous of Tom, but looking back on the situation, he had definitely been jealous of Cindy.  It had been a dramatic day for Miss Hanson’s second grade class.

“So, Nursey, huh?”

Dex didn’t reply. His brother knew about Nursey, teammate and frenemy. He did not know about three a.m. Nursey, who hummed softly as he wrote a paper or Nursey on roadies, stealing fries from Dex’s plate.

Now, his brother sighed. “That makes things complicated.”

“You’re telling me.” A pause. Dex rubbed his face and leaned against his desk. “Okay, so yeah, I might I have a crush on Derek Nurse.”

“Tell me everything.”

And Dex did. 

Nursey knew he was in trouble the first time he saw Dex in a hat. Well, it wasn’t the hat exactly, it was the fact that Dex sat in the middle of the kitchen at 1 a.m., head in the oven, tools scattered around him.

Halfway through freshman midterms, Nursey was out for a late walk and thought he might pop in to see if there was any leftover pie in the Haus fridge. What he found instead was his defense partner on his hands and knees.

"If you’re trying to kill yourself, the oven isn’t exactly the easiest way,” Nursey whispered into the quiet air.

Dex had jumped, banging his head on the oven door.

”Fuck, Nurse. Where’d you come from?“ Dex was whispering, too, but Nursey could still hear the bite in his words.

And that’s when Dex had emerged, with a backwards snapback over tufts of auburn hair, grease and grime on his face, and a hand on his head, presumably where he had hit it. In the dimly lit kitchen, his pale face looked grumpy. It was so Dex but also something different, something that tugged at Nursey’s chest.

"Nursey?” Dex’s half whisper had startled Nursey out of his “whoa, you are attractive???” thought.

Stay calm, Nurse. Don’t freak out. Just act naturally. It’s chill.

“Oh, I came from outside. Well technically, I came from a vagina.” Yikes.

Dex rolled his eyes. “That’s gross.”

“You’re gross.” A weak chirp, but Nursey hadn’t just been knocked off his game; that snapback had sucker punched him in the gut, taken his lunch money, and violently thrown him off his game.

“P.S. you also came from a vagina. That’s the miracle of life, bro. What the hell are you doing in here?”

Dex held up a screwdriver.

“I’m fixing the oven.”

“At,” Nursey checked his watch, “1:13 a.m.?”

Dex just shrugged, sitting back on his knees. Nursey tried to ignore the tug in his gut as Dex wiped a hand across his cheek, leaving another streak of grime behind.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Dex said, his voice matching Nursey’s half-whisper.

“What?” Nursey had missed the actual words that came out of Dex’s mouth.

“I finished a project and I couldn’t sleep. So I — Never mind it doesn’t matter. What’d you want?”

“Oh.”

Focus Nursey. It’s late at night. You’re tired. Just because you noticed that Dex looks good at in a hat, doesn’t mean that you actually think he’s attractive. Chill.

Comforting himself, Nursey climbed over Dex’s tools and made his way to the fridge.

“I came for the pie, Poindexter. Chill.”

Nursey could practically hear the rolling of Dex’s eyes from behind the fridge door. 

“There isn’t any. Bitty procrastinated on studying for his French exam, so I’m pretty sure he lives at library now.”

Nursey found this to be a goddamn tragedy. He shut the fridge door dejectedly.

“Whyyyyyyy?” Nursey whined, not bothering to keep his voice quiet.

“Shh! Jesus, Nurse! You’re gonna wake up the whole Haus. You’re so dramatic.”

“Me? Dramatic?” That earned him another eye roll, this time he watch Dex’s eyes swirl and then land on his.

Nursey swears he can hear his own heartbeat in the silence of the Haus around them as the moment between them stretched on. One minute. Two.

Dex was the first to move, clearing his throat.

“Well, I’m busy…you know…” He motioned to the oven behind him.

He was busy tinkering with the oven, to calm himself down, Nursey realized. Something about the idea that Dex –  angry, grumpy, and always ready to tear something down Dex – was able to relax while putting something back together made the last little thread of indifference melt from Nursey’s heart. 

Shit.

Everything felt small, warm, and bright, despite the dim lighting of the kitchen.

Nursey needed to get out of there before he did something stupid.

 Shit. Shit. Shit. Not chill.

 “Okay, chill,” he managed before he tripped over the tools on the ground and landed on Dex.

 “Omphf!”

Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.

He was up before Dex could say anything, backing up towards the door.

“Sorry, bro.” And then he was out of the Haus, trying to forget the smell of salt and cheap aftershave and the feeling of Dex’s body against his own.

They had never talked about it, but Nursey thought about it all the time. Especially when he was mad at Dex. The moment reminded him that even an idiot who didn’t think that the government was spending too much on defense or thought that A THOUSAND roaches would be easier to deal with than one teensy person, was still human.

Nursey also thought about it in moments like this, when he sat in his ENG 3500 class and read poetry. Stupid romance poetry.

The girl next to him dragged a highlighter across her page, drenching e.e. cummings’ words in blue ink.

“i sit and / think of you / the holy / city which is your face / your little cheeks the streets / of smiles / your eyes half- / thrush / half-angel and your drowsy / lips where float flowers of kiss”

 Stupid. It’s stupid that this poetry — poetry that’s supposed to make him think about love in the rain, love from a window — makes him think about that night in the kitchen, two fucking years ago. Stupid that it makes him think about the stillness of that moment, of the smell of sea salt and aftershave, of wisps of orange hair sticking out of a red cap, of dim lighting and tools scattered across the ground.

“I want you to write with the same passion. Set up a scene, okay guys? Due next class.”

His professor’s dismissal disrupted Nursey’s moment, pulling him from the darkness of the kitchen to the sounds of scraping chairs and rustling of college students desperate to get home for a nap.

Nursey’s thoughts turned back to Dex as he made his way across campus towards his next class. Damn his Thursdays and damn back-to-back classes.

Since that night in frog year, Nursey tried desperately ignore the twisting in his gut when Dex flashed him a smile right after scoring a goal or leaned over him on a roadie to get a better look at something outside of the window or stayed late with Nursey at the library, even when Nursey knew his work was done.

At first, Nursey was able to convince himself that he just thought Dex was nice to look at, but as time wore on even Nursey knew that it wasn’t just a simple acknowledgment. 

Wanting to kiss your best friend during an argument was the complete opposite of chill. Not to mention it would completely ruin the hard won equilibrium that Nursey and Dex had found at the beginning of sophomore year. Not to mention he and Dex were rooming together now. The resulting mess was bad enough that Nursey had written at least four poems and two short stories about it. At least. 

It was one minute being irritated at Dex for playing his shitty music out-loud and the next minute seeing Dex being heart-meltingly adorable as he slept with his arms wrapped around a pillow. It was wanting to punch Dex in the face for arguing that the government shouldn’t regulate healthcare and wanting to angrily grab Dex’s lips with his own when Dex threw up his arms in exasperation, exposing a strip of pale skin that his shirt had been hiding.  It was finally, after a few years of pushing it away and telling himself it was no big deal, writing it down in his journal.

The least chill thing about all of this? Having a crush on fucking Will Poindexter.

My NurseyDex playlist that I listened to while writing. “Nothing subtle here” is a line from the Selena Gomez song, Bad Liar.

Chapter 1/6. Read the rest: part one here. // part two here. // part three here. // part four here. // part five here.

Poem: In The Rain- by e.e. cummings

s/o to my sis @amonggsavages for beta reading all this! Much love x