#date planning

Out of the two of Swan Siblings, you were crazy. Absolutely crazy. And you got hurt cause of it. Whether it was coming home with scuffs all over your knees and palms, singeing your hair with a blow torch or spraining your wrist: you did it.

But it had gotten you into a tricky situation now. 

You were sitting in the ER, waiting to be seen for a broke arm. You’d been escorted back by a nice nurse who, of course, called your dad. You knew he was gonna flip. Even though you were almost twenty three now, he was still your emergency contact.

“Ah! it’s a pleasure to see you,” a voice said. Instantly, you head flung up and there he was. 

Call it stupid. Call it a crush. 

It was both: You liked Dr. Carlisle Cullen.

“Though, I wish it wasn’t for such an injury.” He said, an air of concern falling from him.

“Will we have to amputate?” You tried to joke. He smiled.

“No, you’ll get to keep it. Though, I have to recommend you being more careful from here on out.” A very doctor thing to say.

“Well, how bad is it, doc?”

His ambery brown eyes looked into yours, “It’s not a bad break, though about six to eight weeks til it is healed.” He smiled, “Also, you can call me Carlisle.” 

You knew that the tips of your ears burned a scarlet at the sentiment alone. “Okay, Doc- Carlisle.” You corrected.

He smiled as he stood, “I will get the final things for your cast, just a moment.” 

You watched him walked out the door and once you heard it click, you turned into a giddy mess. You didn’t plan on breaking your arm but this was going great for you.

It was a few hours later when you were getting ready to leave. Charlie had come to get you and was waiting to give you a lecture but you needed to do something first. 

You waited by the nurses station til he came back.

“Oh! Hello, can I help you?” He asked, still writing something down.

“Well, I was wondering, if you weren’t busy,” you breathed out, “would like to go grab lunch one day?” 

Carlisle had a looked of slight surprise as he looked up from his papers but it changed into a flattered smile, “Well, I don’t think going out right after a break is a good idea. How about next week? Tuesday?” 

You were shocked he was giving you what sounded like a yes. “Oh, yeah, yeah, I can do Tuesday. Six?”

“Six.” He looked at your cast, “May I?”

You looked at him before showing him your arm. He pulled a sharpie from his pocket and signed his name.

“What medicine did they dose you with?” Charlie asked when he saw your dopey love smile.

“Oh, you know, Serotonin.”

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Part of my Resolution19. Read it on AO3.

Prompt: Date planning is hard when you’re an angel dating a demon (x)

Fandom: Good Omens

Title: "What Makes a Wine Worth Drinking: In Praise of the Sublime" by Terry Theise (book)

Words: 647

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"My dear." Aziraphale looked uncomfortable. "Did you know that we have rather too much in common?"

Crowley gave Aziraphale a puzzled look and gestured with the wine bottle. "I didn't think you'd had enough yet...?"

"Of course not. Top me off." Crowley did so. "It's just," Aziraphale huffed. "I've given it some thought, you know. I'm an angel and you're a demon."

Crowley didn't appear to have any "aha" moments, so Aziraphale continued. "We shouldn't have anything in common," he blurted.

It was late. Really late. Sometime after 2AM, which was when Shinichi forced himself to stop looking at the clock. He usually didn’t have this much trouble sleeping; even with the threat of the parasites - Shinichi was usually exhausted from fighting and would pass out as soon as he got home.

This was different though. For once he wasn’t thinking about the parasites - he was thinking about Murano. More specifically, the date they had planned for next weekend. And he didn’t have a clue how to make it a good one.

Maybe Nobunaga could help? She was a girl, so surely she would know what girls liked to do on dates, right? Shinichi had been staring at his phone for the past 5 minutes debating whether or not to ask her, before finally giving in and sending his friend a text.