Requested by @popcorntart0210, thanks for requesting! Hope you like it.

 "(y/n)!" Cried the hotel manager. You were used to this seeing as you worked in the local Springfield hotel.

"Yes, sir?" You rushed to the desk to see who you'd be serving now. It could be a pretty boring job at times, but your pay was good so you didn't mind.

"Carry this man's bags up to his room" your boss instructed you to do. You took one look at the man. He was quite talk with dark hair. Really quite attractive, you thought, but snapped out of it and grabbed his luggage.

"Thank you" he smiled softly as you both walked upstairs, making your heart melt.

He gave you a tip before closing his door, but you weren't all that interested in money right now. All you wanted now was to get to know him, talk to him. Of course, he was a guest and you were staff, so the chances of that were pretty unlikely but it was a nice thought that clouded your mind when you were supposed to be working.

Little did you know he was actually thinking as much of you. His mind was supposed to be working on his new found arch-enemy, Homer Simpson, but intrusive thoughts of you kept filling his mind.

He had been staying here for almost a week now and you tried to catch a glimpse of him, every chance you got. You even found yourself tempted to look through the keyhole of his room, but shook yourself together and realised how creepy that sounded.

But later on that day, as you were cleaning his room, you found something strangely disturbing. As you looked under his bed, you found a gun, a knife, and some other weapons. Your heart was crushed, but you made the decision to confront him later about it.

You waited there in his room for him to come back and your patience paid off. "What a long day" he sighed loudly in a weary voice as he opened the door, unaware as to what was waiting for him there. "What the-" he exclaimed as he caught sight of you standing there, holding the weapons. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"I could ask you the same thing" you responded in a low voice so no one could hear.

 "Look, those aren't mine, I was holding them for a friend"

 You rolled your eyes. "If I had a dollar for every time I heard that one"

He sighed and sat down on the bed beside you. "Look, I'm not a bad person, it's just there's this one man, Homer Simpson, I want revenge on him, that's why I'm here in Springfield"

Your mind immediately went to when the very man he was talking about had stayed here. He was so rude and greedy and inconsiderate. "Oh gosh, I remember him staying here. He ordered so much room service that I was run off my feet and didn't even have enough to pay!"

" You see, that's the sort of jerk he is! He drove my father, Frank Grimes to insanity and later his death"

"No!"

" Yes! And all I want now is revenge" he said with a dangerous look in his eyes as he stroked a knife. You were finding this oddly attractive.

"Look, this probably sounds crazy, but I can I help you? I don't want to murder anyone, but I just want revenge on some sort on him" 

He smiled back at you. "Sure thing, I'd like to have you tag along" 

You both leaned in closer and watched each other for a second, before taking the opportunity to kiss each other. You eventually both pulled away.

"Are you gonna help me or what?" He said.

" Of course" you smiled lovingly.