hi!!! i saw u write âseth cohen x readerâ on a post and if its no hassle PLEASEEE doo it i cant find any<333
this ask made my year!! so excited to be able to write for seth cohen <33 sorry for the awkward ending, hopefully iâll get the chance to write more for him!
pest | seth cohen x reader
warnings: none really, just fluff!
     the only word i could currently use to describe seth cohen is unbelievable. well, truly i have a few more choice words, but considering iâm seated at his parentsâ kitchen island it doesnât seem like a good time to linger on them. as hard as i try to keep a smile on my face and participate in the conversation with the cohens, they both can read me better than that.
     kirsten stops mid sentence and reaches across the island to rest her hand on my arm. âi know youâre worried about seth,â she started in a gentle voice. i quickly shook my head. âno, i meanâitâs nothing. itâs fine.â i reply, plastering a smile on my face. sandy shakes his head, making an almost cartoonish âtskâ noise. âiâve been married long enough to know that âfineâ isnât really fine. you can tell us whatâs going on, you know.âÂ
     âjust because heâs our son doesnât mean weâre blind to when heâs wrong.â kirsten reassured, correctly reading my uncertain face. âif anything, weâre the best equipped to give you advice about when heâs wrong. or maybe ryan.â sandy chimed in after her.
     i sighed, unable to keep my frustration to myself anymore. âitâs justâi understand that seth is passionate about going to RISD and working on atomic county again and everything but it feels like heâs in a relationship with his work instead of me, you know? we barely see each other anymore because heâs so absorbed in it. even now, like how often are we home? and he still canât pull himself away from his desk. i just wish he wouldnât let himself miss life because heâs so wrapped up in his work.â i took another deep breath and let my head fall into my hands.Â
     âah, the cohen curse!â sandy exclaimed. i shot a puzzled look at kirsten, expecting one in return, and was surprised to see she had a look of fond understanding instead. âthe cohen curse?â i asked after a long moment. kirsten nodded with a wry smile and gestured for sandy to explain. âus cohen men are very dedicated, particularly to the things we are passionate about. in this case, our work. i can't tell you how many late nights i pulled at berkeleyâand how many more i wouldâve pulled if kirsten didnât pull me away from my textbooks.â
     i looked to kirsten, who nodded sagely in confirmation. âsometimes you just have to force them to take a break. these cohens are stubborn as mules.â she joked. âoh please, you sound just like your father.â sandy groaned dramatically. they shared a fond look as i sat there debating whether or not i should attempt to pry seth away from atomic county.Â
     finally, with a deep breath, i stood up from the island and exited the kitchen. i turned once more in the doorway to share a last conspiratorial grin with the cohens before taking the stairs two at a time in my eagerness to get to sethâs childhood room. i gave a cursory knock on the cracked door before letting myself in.
     â(y/n)!â seth called in greeting as he pushed his rolling chair back from the desk. âwhat can i do for you, my dear?â he asks with a grin extending his hands out to me. i grin back easily. this was going much better than i thought it would. i stroll forward and perch on his lap. âi was thinking that maybe you could use a break, cohen.â i replied, wrapping my arms around his neck.Â
     âah, no can do.â he immediately clammed up with a grimace. âwhat?â i burst out. seth nervously pats my sides in what i assume is supposed to be a calming gesture. âiâve just got so many ideas for the plot, you know, and i donât wanna forget them or anything so i just gotta get âem all on the page before i lose them.â he hurriedly explains. i sigh deeply.
     âwell bullet point them in a notebook, weâre home seth! you should be soaking up all the time you have here until we go back to school. ryanâs supposed to be coming over later, you really want to miss out on all of us back here because youâre working?â i asked with a pout. seth examines my face for a moment before tossing his head back with a groan.Â
     âyou know i canât say no to that face.â he mutters with a frustrated pout of his own. i allow the corners of my mouth to curl into a small smile. âcome on cohen.â i mumble, egging him on with a challenging look and a poke in the ribs. âfine.â seth draws the word out dramatically as i grin. âguess i might as well spend time with my family or whatever.â
     i hum as i get up and recline on his bed. âyouâre cute when youâre all sarcastic.â
     âreally,â seth counters as he gets up and flops on the bed next to me, resting his chin on my chest, âiâm cute all the time. hey!â he dodges my flick to his forehead by a second. âyouâre cute most of the time.â i counter with a raised brow. âiâll take it.â he concedes easily, burrowing his head into my shoulder.Â
     i massage his neck for a minute before struggling into a sitting position. seth groans at the disruption, reaching a hand out to me with a grabbing gesture. âcome on, your parents are downstairs. we should go hang out.â i say gently, prodding him in the back. âbut we could have so much fun right here.â he complains. i fix him with a stern look. once he meets my eyes, he folds. âalright, alright. paying our dues to the elders it is.â i snort as his commentary, pulling on his arm to get him up.Â
     as we walk towards his door, he makes sure to drag his feet. âalways one for the dramatics.â i sing. seth gasps exaggeratedly, throwing his hand up to grip his shirt over his heart. âwho, me?â he asks in a âshockedâ voice. i grin at his theatrics before grabbing his hand to continue dragging him to the door, where i can already see his eyes beginning to stray towards his desk.Â
     âdonât even think about it, cohen.â i warn good-naturedly.
     âyeah, yeah.â seth grumbles back lightheartedly. he wraps his arm around my shoulders and i finally feel fully victorious as we head down the stairs.
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seeing with new eyes | egon spengler x reader
authorâs note: so hi! this is my first little story iâm posting on here, very exciting stuff! i love love love requests so feel free to hit me with them :) iâm planning on putting together more of a comprehensive list of what i write for and such, but for now, ghostbusters fanfic
warnings: purposeful lowercase, jealousy, distant egon, flirting to make someone jealous, possibly ooc (itâs the first time in writing for ghostbusters), lmk if you guys see any i missed
it had only been a few weeks that i had been working with the ghostbusters to help janine take calls and make appointments, and thus far, they were the most exciting few weeks of my life.
i could hardly remember what my day-to-day was like before i scored my job at the fire station. coming in every day at eight to help janine schedule appointments, starting the coffee brewing for the boys, making sure the proton packs were ready for the specters they would face that day. it was all a routine that flowed so well it was practically second nature.
i even fit in well with janine and the ghostbusters themselves. well, almost all of them anyway.
there was ray, with his kind eyes and bright smile, who had immediately gone out of his way to welcome me to the station. he gave me the tour, teaching me all the little tricks along the way- âif you ever have business around here later at night, that stair kinda creaksâpeter hasnât gotten around to getting it fixed yet, you know how that is,â -and always made sure to keep me in the loop regarding information that referred to before i was hired. ray was easy to joke with and fun to share a snack with on our lunch break.
then, of course, winston. he understood better than anyone else what it felt like to join the gang a little later and made sure i knew he was always available to chat with. while spending time with him i learned more of the practical parts of hunting ghouls, âjust in case!â he always said. winston was also one to not sugarcoat things and had pulled me aside after my interview to kindly but seriously caution me as to what the job entailed. i cherished the time we spent walking to the local sub shop and fixing up the ecto-1 together.
peter was an unavoidable presence around the station, although not an unwelcome one. the whole flirtatious douchebag bit he had going was a lot less obnoxious once i got to know the snarky but sweet man that laid behind it. peter was truly devoted to dana and seeing them together put a smile on face; this was due in part to how nice it was to see the two in love, but also because it gave me ammunition to make fun of him with. we playfully messed with each other often, switching between several of our running jokes in the same conversationâmuch to the confusion of the others.
and finally. the ghostbuster that seemed none too fond of me at all: egon. i admired him greatly for all of the things heâd invented while discovering more scientific information about ghosts than anyone in the field before him. and, sure, maybe i also admired the way his hair fell into his face when he was examining a new specimen and the way his eyes lit up as he jotted new findings down into the various notebooks he had scattered about. but thatâs not very relevant. at least, thatâs what i try to tell myself and janine. but after my first week working here, our interactions had been extremely limited.
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while on my tour from ray, we wandered down to the lab. âthis is the spot egon frequents, so if you ever need to find him, this is the best place to look.â ray informs me in a quiet undertone. the stark contrast in the boisterous way heâd been speaking upstairs sobered me. suddenly this whole operation felt much more serious-more real, even. we continued further into the room from the staircase to find egon bent over a microscope.
âegon!â ray greets with a slap on his friendâs shoulder. âray.â egon mumbles back distractedly. his brows furrow as he adjusts the magnification on the equipment, before moving back and shaking his head.
âhard at work figuring out the molecular breakdown of that goo?â i ask, testing a joke to gage just how professional egon truly was.
while ray smiles, egon merely stares. he seems to be at a loss for words as he considers me and before i can apologize, he rushes out, âyes, actually. we got this when peter got, well, âslimed,â weâll call it. figuring out itâs exact components could help leaps and bounds in figuring out how exactly these specters manifest and what we can do to stop the influx new york has had thrust upon it.â
âoh! so this is definitely some, uh, important ectoplasm then. i have to admit, i donât know much on the science side of all of this. would you mind if i borrowed your notes sometime?â i asked, shifting my feet. while it was slightly painful for me to have to ask egon for help understanding, i figured, who better than the brains of the bunch? if i was going to be working here for the foreseeable future, it would be good to have a deeper understanding of the creatures iâd be (indirectly) dealing with.
again, egon hit me with that look, as though heâs never seen something like me before. after an awkwardly long beat of silence, ray nudged egon with his elbow. egon suddenly sprung back to life, quickly maneuvering himself off of his stool and to a desk on the other side of the lab. he grabbed a stapled packet of paper and arrived in front of me, offering it to me with a fully extended arm. âitâs a thesis of sorts, you can read it before i submit it to the new york times.â egon says after i take it, tucking it gingerly into my bag.
i expressed my appreciation and shook his still outstretched hand, introducing myself despite the fact that janine told me she had already told all the guys about me. egon shot me a tight smile, and sensing rather than guessing that he wanted to get back to his ectoplasm, ray moved forward to continue my tour.
three days later, i ventured down to the lab on my own to return egonâs thesis. despite his occasionally overly scientific language, the paper had been a good read. i told him as much when i handed him the papers, making my best attempt at ignoring the flutter in my heart when our fingers brushed. âyou thought so? itâs good to hear, peter was saying it may be too advanced for ânormal people,ââ at this point, he did air-quotes with his fingers and i tried my hardest not to be endeared by it. âi think he was just messing with me, ray agreed with me that it was a good middle ground of being too academic and too simple.â
with a jolt, i realized his dark eyes were directed to me for my opinion. âdefinitely! anything that was kind of complicated, you can deduce through the context. and from what i can tell, peter is always messing with everyone, i wouldnât take his critiques too seriously.â i reassured, a broad smile on my face as i did so. egon opened his mouth to respond when the siren blared, signaling the beginning of a new case and then end to our conversation.
âwell, iâll catch you later! maybe you can brief me on your goo findings.â i added a wink at the end, trying to get a bit more friendly with the doctor. he stumbled his way through a goodbye before leaving the lab-not seeming to realize that he had his suit down here.
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since that day, it seemed like egon was avoiding me. i wasnât sure what i had done wrong. maybe the way i joked about his work? but no, heâd seemed fine when i did that before. the fact that iâd read his thesis? then again, egon had been the one to offer it to me.
i took my concerns to ray, where they were promptly overheard by peter.
âdonât worry your pretty little head about it, newbie. egon gets freaked about my jokes all the time and we still put up with each other!â he said bracingly, shaking my shoulders to make his point.
ray looked as though he wanted to interject, but winston called him from downstairs. he grinned apologetically and slid down the pole to see why his friend was calling him. before long, peter and i were sharing the left over lo mein on the table and discussing golden girls (a guilty pleasure of his.)
egon entered midway through this conversation without even glancing our way. he began to brew a new pot of coffee with his eyes fixed sternly on the machine. i felt a frown tug at my lips before i was able to pull myself away from analyzing this behavior and back to peterâs reasoning about how sophia was the best character. something was different though, i noted as peter scooted his chair closer to mine. my mind switched rapidly between peterâs sudden flirtatious behavior as he hooked his foot around mine to egonâs tense shoulders and white-knuckle grip on the cabinet.
âwhat do you think?â peterâs voice drew my eyes to him as i tried (and failed) to not notice egon in my peripheral. âabout sophia.â he prompted again.
âoh, well i guess i would agree with you-â i began, before peter whooped excitedly.
âyes! i knew there was a reason i liked you!â he proclaimed, snatching my hand up and pressing a dramatic kiss to it. i raised my eyebrows at his prolonged eye contact before drawing my hand away with a chuckle.
âpeter, we both know you only like me for my pretty face.â i joked. âwell, it certainly doesnât hurt.â he fired back quickly. suddenly egon snatched the whole pot of coffe, turning swiftly on his heel and closing the door harshly on his way out. âsheesh. looks like someoneâs a tad jealous. you know, for egon being the scientist here, iâd sure love to study his brain. not for his supposed genius either.â peter scoffed good-naturedly.
i blinked at him in shock. âjealous? egon? no way.â i denied easily. the guy was extremely pragmatic and intelligent, i doubted he would let something so petty effect him. that and heâs completely avoided me the past couple weeks.
âwatch, iâll show you.â peter insisted. i stared at him before finally relenting with a roll of my eyes. âwhatâs in it for you anyway?â i asked. âwell, an opportunity to bother egon, not to mention flirt with a beautiful lady-â i cut him off quickly, âgoodbye peter!â
and so peterâs plan commenced. he flirted with me to apparently make egon jealous, despite the fact that i was sure egon despised me. when i told ray how ridiculous i felt this whole charade was, he agreed but chimed in with something that shook me. âalthough, if this is what it takes to get egon to make a move, i guess itâll be worth it.â
i spluttered in shock. âwhat? itâs true! me and the other guys are sick of him being too skittish to do anything but stare at you.â ray continued as if he hasnât just flipped my world upside down.
before i could retort, the door swung open and egon, the man of the hour, entered. ray quickly switched the topic to our shared favorite snack, cheez-itz. i stared incredulously at the choice in conversation but he gave me a look back that said âjust go with it.â we continued talking about cheez-itz until he left the room. âthat was ridiculous.â i mumbled, putting my head down on my arms. ray patted my shoulder sympathetically, unable to reassure me because it really had been.
the following day, there was a new box of cheez-itz on my desk. i stopped a couple of feet away to examine the scene. âwhatâs the matter with you? youâre blocking the space.â janine said as she steered me to my desk. i silently pointed at the box.
âoh. huh.â she said, apparently also stumped. âwasnât there yesterday.â i mumbled. she hummed as she took in the scene, before we flinched in shock as ray roughly opened the door. â(y/n)â oh, did you get more cheez-itz?â he asked reaching for the box.
âno, i guess someone⌠got them for me.â i concluded with a smile. ray handed them over with a shrug. âwasnât me.â him and janine chorused. i shook my head. that much had been obvious. i sank into my chair as i tried to figure out who would gift these to me, when peter strolled in.
âvenkman! what is this, some sort of courting gift?â i asked with a raised brow. âcourting gâwhat are you talking about?â peter replied in bewilderment. i held up the cheez-itz in answer. âah, no. not from me anyway. also youâre gonna have a visitor soonââ before he could finish speaking, egon hurriedly enters the room with winston trailing behind him.
âso thereâs a party and no one invited me? real cold.â winston joked, coming to stand next to ray at my desk. before any of us could retort, egon turns to me and clears his throat.
âcould i talk to you, (y/n)?â he asks, eyes shifting from me to the rest of the room.
i blinked in surprise. what was with these guys and catching me off guard today? âum, sure!â i replied, standing up so quickly that my chair rolled back. egon nodded appreciatively and walked back out into the stairwell. with a nervous glance at janine and the guys, i followed.
i shut the door behind me, finding egon standing tensely in the hallway. âare you alright?â i asked gently. he looked at me contemplatively before asking, âdid you know peter is attracted to you?â
my eyebrows raised in shock. egon took this to mean no and continued. âthatâs the reason heâs asked you out to dinner. he wants it to be a date.â he stared at me as he waited for my response. âoh. huh.â i said intelligently. i hadnât been informed of this plan. i guess peter may have just started saying whatever he could to make egon jealous. i refocused when i saw egon take a deep breath in.
âdo you want it to be a date?â his voice was strained. âum, iâm not sure. i guess iâd have to think about it.â i trailed off uncertainly. egonâs gaze lingered on my fidgeting hands before he burst out, â(y/n), iâd like to tell you something before you consider this date with peter. i⌠i have feelings for you.â
my mouth parted as i stared at him in complete shock. sure, iâd been told that egon liked me. peter had even started this whole scheme to prove it. but i never really thought it was possible. now thoughâŚ
âwell. this definitely changes things.â i mumbled, my mind going a thousand miles a minute. egon seemed uneasy and maybe regretful. âi-iâm sorry if iâve ruined thingsââ
âyou havenât.â i replied firmly. i stepped closer and took his hand in mine. egonâs dark eyes searched mine before he slowly leaned in, bringing the hand not holding mine to rest against my collar bone and play with my hair. a smile involuntarily curled my lips up until i couldnât contain myself anymore. swiftly, my hand caught his tie and i pulled him to me until our lips pressed together.
egonâs hand moved from mine up to my back and he pressed me closer to him, deepening the kiss with the new angle. i brought my other arm around his shoulders to keep my balance. he was a bit taller than me, and kissing him had me on my tip toes.
âdoes this mean we arenât going out this weekend?â venkmanâs pouty voice broke me and egon apart. his grip on my waist tightened slightly. âthe jig is up peter. you can go crawling back to dana now.â i snickered. âyeah, well, sacrifices needed to be made. sheâs been waiting on you two to get together longer than me.â peter replied with an overly dramatic roll of his eyes. he exited with a âyouâre welcome!â called over his shoulder. loud cheers erupted after he entered the room again.
âgoing off all the noise, i guess everyone knows weâre together now.â i hummed, turning to look back at egon. he stood with a puzzled furrow between his brows. âso all of the flirting peterâs been doing, it was all to make me jealous?â he asked. âyeah, he said there was no way youâd confess otherwise.â
at egonâs scoff, i raised an eyebrow. âwell, would you have? confessed?â i inquired with a grin. his silence was answer enough. i began to giggle while egon merely shook his head and pulled me closer. âmaybe venkmanâs smarter than we all think.â he mumbled into my hair. i only laughed harder at this, clutching egonâs shoulders.
âso, waitââ i said, pulling away so that i could see egon. âthe cheez-itz, were those you?â i asked in wonder. egon ducked his head, smiling bashfully. i gasped dramatically. âlook at you being all romantic with the secret admirer stuff!â
egon moved closer once more, pressing another gentle kiss to my lips. âwell, itâs not so secret anymore.â he whispered, before i pulled him in once more. at least now i knew that egon definitely didnât dislike me.
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