actually wait have I told this story before? I dont think I have, but I've stopped giving a shit if this gets back to him so [extremely offline mutual who hasnt heard this story but will definitely put names together] hiiiiii if this comes across your dash dont even worry about it <3
so okay. I made friends with Name Redacted at age sixteen, was part of group of long-distance friends with him, texted him one-on-one fairly regularly, etc etc. mid-October he confesses An Crush using the most obvious contrivance possible (Aiden I have a crush on a girl at school what should I doooooo, what would you want me to do if it was youuuuuuu) and I, who spent my teen years doggedly pretending romance didnt exist, completely fell for it lmao. but! rejection was immediate, I Value Our Friendship rigmarole was completed, a little awkward but we'll make it work.
because it turns out he did value our friendship! as a means to get attention from his crush. >_< after at least the second "but why dont you like meeeeeee" crytyping session (which I, having no boundaries at the time, patiently consoled him over and subsequently wondered why on earth seeing his text notif pop up was exhausting alluva sudden), via my lack of boundaries I ended up visiting him in his city one-on-one
which I had not done with any other of the friends in our little group before, and wouldn't do again for quite some time
and midway through "city tour, frozen yogurt, and a movie" my man Name Redacted finds it relevant to tell me that he wants to pay for my frozen yogurt because "this is the closest he'll ever get to a date with me."
like. maybe it was a bit of an overreaction but in retrospect its obvious why I was so tense during the movie lmao
anyways I say all this to bring up two other truly baffling instances that followed:
firstly that a few months later he asked for a pity date with me ("if we both go to the same college and youre still single and I'm still single -")
secondly that the last one-on-one text convo I had with him was during a round of shitty-innuendo in the group chat, which I had to put down to rescue a banana that'd fallen off the stem. I texted back what has to be the least sexy double entendre in existence, "sry I missed these messages yall I literally had to pause to put plastic wrap on a banana" and this boy
immediately
messages me directly and says
"dammit, Aiden, I had been so proud of myself all this time that I didnt want to have sex with you. Don't change that!"
like. ???? lol
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brother i still have no idea how tumblr works and this is my first request and it might not even be in the right place but—
why does NO ONE talk about the fact that “Allie” would be such a silly nickname for Alastor? i would love to see some headcanons/a lil story about how he would react to the reader calling him that. maybe completely detests it at first but secretly likes it?
a/n: hello lovely, you've come to the right place 🫶 yes yes yes!!! i'm obsessed with this idea <3 i'm adding to this: he would think you're mad at him when you finally call him normally again ^ ^
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"What did you say?"
"Huh?" You hum, attention devoted to fixing Alastor's bowtie.
"That thing you just said. Repeat it."
You finally blink at him, using your palms to smooth out the front of his jacket before stepping out of his bubble. "I said your tie was undone."
"No, dear, before that."
The Radio Demon can feel his eye twitching in irritation. You look at him again dumbly, trying to retrace your steps.
"Oh!" You flash him a little smile and he thinks his brain is going to explode. "Allie?"
He just gawks at you, surprised by the sheer audacity you have. And it doesn't help that he's so fond of you that he doesn't even want to strike you down.
Had it been someone else calling him so endearingly, he might have done something violent. But how could he do that to you, his darling companion, when you look so sweet calling him such a ridiculous name?
"My apologies but... where did that come from?"
"Isn't it cute?" You grin, completely dodging his question.
No, he wants to say. Absolutely not. However, your smile is ever-growing and he can't very well deny you this pleasure. So he sucks it up, draws in a deep inhale to compose himself, and nods.
"Of course, cher."
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Weeks pass and the rest of your friends in the hotel begin to raise a brow at how casually you address such a powerful Overlord. And more than that, he doesn't seem to want to correct you.
It becomes his name reserved exclusively for you. Angel had tried, once, to purr out Allie in a seductive way that made Alastor's skin crawl. Never again.
He gets used to it. Even likes the idea that there is something shared between you that no one else can have. That is, until you're pushing around your breakfast on a plate one morning.
"Can you pass the salt, Alastor?"
He looks up from his mug of coffee in confusion, brain taking a moment to buffer before it catches up with his already moving mouth.
"Alastor?" He repeats his own name, staring at you intensely and most definitely not passing the salt over the table.
You look back up at him blankly. "That's your name, don't wear it out."
He scoffs at your lame joke before sliding the salt shaker over the table. There's something unsettling him and he can't quite place it.
Setting down his newspaper, he watches you as you eat. His gaze is so fiery that you look up from your food almost instantly.
"What's wrong?"
"Are you alright? Have I done something to upset you?"
Your brows scrunch. "No, why?"
"Why did you not call me Allie?"
Complete and utter silence settles over the dining table until he feels like he can't breathe. Your spoonful of food hovers just in front of your open mouth as you stare.
Then, laughter. Laughter fills the room and his ears so heartily that he feels it in his own chest. You double over the table in your fit, spoon clinking onto the plate as you drop it.
"What?" He grumbles.
"Of course I'm not mad at you!" You howl, using a finger to wipe up the tears gathering in your eyes. "'Sides, I thought you hated that name?"
His jaw grows taut. "Hate is a powerful word."
"So you like it?"
"Absolutely not!"
"Liar, you do!"
Alastor is never one to get flustered, but here he is for the first time in his afterlife, teetering on the edge of bursting out in flames. "You are terrible, you know that?"
You snicker, leg getting trapped between his under the table. "Yeah, Allie, I know."
Yet the way his smile softens says it all.
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