Adrian Chase and I are married in another universe
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Erin/eel (She/They) 24. Iâm so in love with Adrian Chase it isnât even funny. Requests are currently closed. My AO3 is adriansglasses. @multifandomfanficss2 is my other account.
My fanfics can also be found at adriansglasses on AO3.
This lists each fandom in alphabetical order and lists the characters I have written for before. I will add to this list when I start writing for more characters or fandoms. Most fics are gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified.
Doom Patrol/Dead Boy Detectives
This is the version from Doom Patrol with inspiration from the 2014 comic run
Doctor Who
The Doctor
Ghostbusters
Egon Spengler
Good Omens
Crowley
Crowley and Aziraphale
Gotham
Ed Nygma
Peacemaker
Adrian Chase/Vigilante
Christopher Smith/Peacemaker
Sophie Song
All 11th Street Kids are heavily featured in some fics
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Prompt: Youâre having a hard transition to your new work schedule, so your boyfriend Adrian tries to come up with some solutions.
Warnings: Sobbing, anxiety, depressive episode, references to violence and swearing.
A/N: Hi everybody Iâm back with my bi-annual random burst of inspiration! This is a very gender neutral reader and can be read by anyone. Thereâs no reference to pronouns so please imagine what youâd like! This is pre-Checkmate. As usual I will be crossposting on my AO3. Enjoy! đ§ââď¸
Adrian was the only consistent support in your life, but you were starting to see less and less of him. You had given up the glorious life of management at Fennel Fields to work in a job that was actually in your field. Youâd worked hard for your degree and youâd intended to use it, that is until you met a certain busboy. Fennel Fields was only ever supposed to be temporary, but you hated change and you convinced yourself for too long that it wasnât that bad. The best part of working with Adrian was being able to look over at him across the room and ground yourself. Suddenly your rock was gone and your ship was floating off to sea.
Now you were working more of a classic 9-5 and after seeing your boyfriend practically everyday for over a year you were reduced to seeing Adrian only a couple times a week if that. Typically Adrian slept late, worked the dinner shift at Fennel Fields, and then patrolled the streets until the early hours of the morning. You would never ask him to give that up. You knew he was trying his best and so were you. You just needed different things right now, but most of all you needed him, so you would make it work. Youâd been through worse together and made it out.
Adrian knew you missed him. He missed you too. Lately youâd been waking up to his warm body climbing into your bed in the middle of the night. It started last week. He hadnât wanted to risk waking you up when he knew you had to be up early, but you had been complaining about nightmares, likely stress induced. You both knew you slept better in his arms.
You woke up in a cold sweat, hyperventilating. A few tears run down your cheeks. You look at your clock and realize your alarm was about to go off anyway. You let out a sob, thinking about going to work. Adrianâs not here. He didnât come last night. You start to cry harder. He must have had a good reason. Maybe heâs still out? Maybe Chris needed him for something? You pull out your phone ready to call him.
âIâll say hello, but if you think Iâm saying my name on this thing youâre crazy.â
âHow will they know if they got the right voicemail?â
âDuh! The sound of my voice!â
âWhat if they donât know you like that?â
âIf they donât know me, why are they calling me?â
You giggle in the background.
âJust leave him a message! Beep!â
Adrianâs voicemail played over your sobs. Your alarm went off. Time to face another day.
After work you broke down as soon as you left the building. It was all too much to process. As soon as you walked through the door you slumped onto your couch and continued to cry until you heard the door open.
âAre you okay? Is this emotional crying or pain crying?â You hear your boyfriendâs voice.
âAdrian, what are you doing here?!â Your crying slows. You donât retract from your ball under the blanket. He can barely see you.
âI-Iâm sorry I can leave.â
âNo! I just meant- I- I thought you had work.â You hiccup.
âWell Iâm not at work, so why are you crying? Do I have to go back out again or call Economos? Heâs better at stitching people up than I am and if youâre hurt I want you to have the best care.â
âIâm not hurt, well physically. Itâs nothing.â You try to hold back your sobs.
âOkay so emotionalâŚâ He pauses. âYou need to get your shit together and stop crying like a little bitch.â He says bluntly.
âWhat?â Your voice deflates. You knew he could be oblivious, but it wasnât like him to be outright mean to you.
âOh, sorry.â He speaks again and this time he continues louder, âI said you need to get your shit together and stop crying like a little bitch!â
âNo, I heard you, but why would you say that?â You ask, your body trembling, trying to hold another sob in.
âBecause you told me to. You told me a couple weeks ago and I quote âIf Iâm crying over NOTHING then tell me to get my shit together and stop crying like a little bitch.â he reminds you using air quotes for emphasis. âDid I do a good job?â He asks innocently. You canât help, but let out a small laugh.
âDid it work?â You can hear a smile growing in his voice.
âI donât think I was being serious.â
âI thought you were being very serious.â
âI still had a really bad day.â You finally look at him, your lip quivering. You get a good look at him. He looks off. âWhy donât you have work?â You asked.
âI called out sick. I got shot last night-â
âADRIAN!â You cut him off. âWhy didnât you lead with that?!â You jump off the couch running to him.
âItâs no big deal. You know me, I just sleep it off and Iâm fine. This isnât about me.â He shrugs.
âTo hell this isnât about you. Itâs about you now.â You rush him to sit on the couch.
âCanât it be about both of us?â He asks. âI wanna hear about your bad day so I can decided if I need to pay these fuckwads a visit.â
âNo, Adrian you donât. Theyâre not doing anything illegal. Theyâre just dicks.â You laugh. âNow where were you shot?â You ask.
He takes off his shirt to reveal a bandage on his shoulder. âIt barely skimmed me, but I was bleeding and last time I tracked blood through your apartment it stressed you out, so I just went back to my place.â
âThatâs why you didnât come over last night?â You ask. He nods.
âAdrian, I need you to tell me these things. Plus I promise you as stressed out as I get about the blood Iâd rather know youâre safe than wonder if youâd bleeding out somewhere else.â Youâre near tears again.
âIâm sorry, I wasnât thinking.â
âNo, you were thinking. We were in the same book, just on different pages.â You give him a kiss on the cheek, laying your head on his chest. His warmth, heartbeat, and breathing automatically calm you. You sigh. âItâs sweet that you cared about the blood. I donât have to know where you are all the time. I just want to know where you end up at the end of the night, so I know youâre home safe.â
âIâve made it out of worse.â Adrian brushes it off.
âI know and I know youâre not scared of death, but if I lost you that would be worse than death to me.â
The room is quiet for a moment. Usually Adrian never shuts up, but right now he has nothing to say.
âLosing you would be worse than death to me too. I never thought of it that way. Iâm sorry.â
âIâm not trying to make you feel sorry, Adrian, and I would never ask you to stop being Vigilante. You do a lot of good things for a lot of people who canât fight for themselves. Iâm proud of you and I take the risk of being with you willingly. It just quiets down some of the anxiety knowing that youâre home safe at the end of the night.â You kiss him again.
âI canât always text you updates.â Adrian stands, walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
You follow behind him. âI know that-â
âAre you sure you donât have a problem with the blood?â He cuts you off.
âI mean I donât love it, but Iâm very understanding.â You tell him realistically.
âOne of the big reasons I still live at my momâs is for the storage. Basements and Garages arenât affordable on a restaurant salary in todayâs economy and you know ARGUS doesnât pay nearly enough when I happen to pick up the odd job from them. Plus my mom is actually like super needy sometimes.â He laughs. âBut you donât live that far. I could probably just leave all that stuff there and keep my regularly used equipment here if thatâs alright with you.â He seemed to be thinking out loud, pacing the room.
âWhat are you talking about?â You ask.
âIâm just trying to figure out the logistics of moving in together.â He says bluntly, turning to you.
âOh! I-â
âYou said you wanted to see me more. I wanna see you more. Ads says itâs a natural next step in our relationship. But I could be totally wrong I mean sheâs on her way to a divorce now and I donât wanna marry and divorce you right now.â He rambles.
âI donât wanna get married and divorced this second either. Actually Iâd go as far as to say if we ever got married one day I would hope we never get divorced.â You joke with a serious color to your voice.
He sighs, letting go of all the pressure he held tight in his shoulders. He shifts on his feet, with that big goofy smile of his. Flustered. Drunk with love. âGood.â
Thereâs a warm silence for a moment.
âSpeaking of blood, I think I still have blood in places there shouldnât be blood. Do you wanna meet me in the shower?â He asks.
âHow did you know I was gonna ask you to shower?â You ask.
âYou always love to shower when youâre stressed out or upset.â He says so matter of factly.
âAnd I love your pattern recognition.â You smile.
âOkay, letâs go to OUR bathroom.â You blush.
âOkay, but before we use OUR shower I have to use OUR toilet.â He proclaims.
âOkay we stop saying our now. I think itâs implied.â You laugh.
âWait, but is it our soap or your soap?â He asks.
âAdrian, I love you, but if you use all my body wash Iâll kill you. I donât mind sharing, but if you use it all you buy more.â
âOh now itâs all yours! This is so confusing!â He argues.
You both laugh. No matter if your mental health was in the gutter or Adrian had just been shot, you always knew how to make each other laugh.
âJust hurry up and go to the bathroom. Iâm waiting.â You push him towards the door.
âI was shot! Donât push me!â He gives you a look.
âI thought you said it was nothing.â
âActually I think I said it was no big deal, but itâs still a small deal! And I still donât like being pushed!â He goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. You could be together until you die and heâll still hate peeing in front of you and heâll never be able to pee with clothes touching his butt.
You lean against the wall and sigh. This isnât how you planned it, but you and Adrian never did things to the status quo and you wouldnât ask for it any other way.
This always happens. You always get through it. This time youâre not getting through it alone.
Prompt: Adrian walks into the break room at Checkmate to find you crying and tries to calm you down and distract you the only way he knows how.
Warnings: References to sex and murder. General themes as seen on Peacemaker.
A/N: I have not written in so long! I was just feeling it today. Iâm still heavy on the Peacemaker fandom, I just havenât been online much recently. If youâre new please checkout my Masterlist or my AO3 adriansglasses. Thanks!!
âI- I feel like I should be doing more, but I donât know what to do. Iâm sorry.â
âJust keep talking. Please.â
âAbout what?â
âAbout anything. Please I just wanna hear your voice.â
He paused, shifting a bit. He wasnât used to that. He was so used to everyone telling him to shut up. He was so used to pushing himself into spaces, begging to be heard. He always tried to make himself useful. Thatâs why other people kept each other around right? Because theyâre useful? Usually when he fucked something up or when someone was upset theyâd shoo him away. Heâd lose his usefulness, and therefore not be wanted around anymore. He couldnât wrap his head around why you were still clinging to him. He relaxed into your hold a bit and began to rub your back. This is what Ads had done for him when he was crying in her arms. Usually he hated touch he couldnât anticipate, but this was different. He walked into the break room at Checkmate to find you crying. He didnât think. He just began to act. At first he thought you were hurt. Why else would you be doubled over in a chair crying late at work when you thought everyone else had left for the night? When he asked if you were okay, you only cried harder. Upon putting his hands on you, youâd collapsed into him. Thatâs how youâd found yourselves in this position.
âAnything, please. Just talk about something you could go on forever about.â You begged.
He pauses to think.
âDid you know that the Starry Flounder can live in saltwater or freshwater?â He asks.
âNo- I- I didnât know that.â You hiccup, your voice horse from crying. âI thought they were only in the ocean.â
âNope, they can do both. Theyâre also carnivores, but they only eat small stuff like worms and other small fish, but Iâm sure theyâd eat people if they were chopped up small enough.â
âOh⌠thatâs cool I guess.â You think about his statement, deciding not to question it. Youâd both seen some fucked up shit in your line of work. In truth thatâs why you had been crying. You were burnt out and it felt like everyoneâs lives and the weight of the world was quite literally on your shoulders. You didnât trust your capability to do good anymore. Your body and your mind had started to crack.
âWell, if you like herbivores instead I can tell you about Green Sea Turtles. They usually live like 70 years or sometimes even longer. Theyâve been around since dinosaurs, but theyâre endangered now because humans want their soup and jewelry. I mean like thatâs so stupid. Imagine if giant aliens came down one day and hunted us until we were endangered just for soup and jewelry, even though weâd been around for eons. Not to mention itâs totally illegal. If I ever get my hands on those motherfuckers theyâll be lucky I donât turn them into soup and jewelry. Thatâs just fucked up and kinda disgusting.â Adrian rants.
âYouâre right, Adrian. Itâs not very kind.â You let out a small laugh. Usually the others dismissed his rants, but you always heard him out. Harcourt always gave you shit for getting him going, but you loved hearing him talk. His mind was always so interesting and you loved to pick it. The others thought Adrian was weird, and yeah he was, but you never saw that as a bad thing. You wouldnât want him to change because then he wouldnât be Adrian anymore. You admired his passion, even if at times it was misplaced. He cared more about the smallest fish in the sea than any of your other friends cared about the world as a whole.
As time went on, he continued to share more animal facts and your mind began to calm. His voice cut through all the noise in your head and you were finally able to focus on something else and find some peace. If anyone had walked in to see you practically sitting in Adrianâs lap cuddled closely with a tear stained face as he spewed animal facts the team would never let it go, but youâre not sure you cared. This was the most at peace youâd felt in weeks.
âWhy just sea animals?â You asked, as it dawned on you that he had only been naming off water based animals.
âOh, sorry, did you want forest dwellers? I wasnât sure what kind of animals were your favorite, I just remembered last summer when we had to go to the beach for that mission and I donât think Iâd ever seen you that happy. I just wanted to make you happy again, so you I thought maybe if I talked about animals that lived off the coast of WashingtonâŚâ He explains.
âOh, Adrian.â Your face starts to heat up. âI didnât think anyone paid that much attention to me.â
âI do.â He says very bluntly.
The way he says it so matter of factly makes you forget all about your troubles before. Youâd always liked Adrian, but youâd never heard of him having a partner before. You tried not to think much about it. You didnât have a chance and to get rejected and have to still work together would be mortifying.
âDid I do something wrong? Did I miss a social que again? Economos says I do that a lot.â He ponders.
âNo, youâre okay, I just⌠I never realized how much you cared.â You smile.
âOf course I care about you. If I didnât care about you I wouldnât have you let you play my vintage gameboy that day you were excited I brought it to headquarters.â He says matter of factly.
You think back to the gameboy. He had brought in the exact one you had when you were a kid and he was playing one of your favorite games. You start to think about all of the little things heâd do for you or share with you that he didnât do for the others. Was this his own way of trying to hint he liked you back?
CRUNCH
Your thoughts are interrupted by the crack of a chip. You turn around to see Judomaster having taken a bag of Hot Cheetos from the break room cabinet.
âWhat are you freaks doing? Is this some crazy forplay?â He finally speaks up. That quiet sneaky little son of a bitch.
âNo, not in the work break room. They were just having a bad day so I was telling them animal facts.â Adrian explains. Your face must have been tomato red at this point.
âSure, take your weird dirty talk somewhere else. We each lunch on that table.â He says, continuing to snack.
âDo you ever go home?â You ask Judomaster.
âIf I have a home, Iâm not telling you where it is.â He says.
âWell, duh. I wouldnât expect you to. I havenât even seen your real face.â You sigh.
âThatâs the way to go man. Everyone only saw my face because my mask got ripped off on a mission.â Adrian pouted.
âWell Iâm glad I know what you face looks like now.â You smile.
âYou people are disgusting.â Judomaster walks out.
You were mortified, but whatever. Who was he gonna gossip to anyway? He mostly kept to himself.
âI thought we were the only ones here.â You laugh it off.
âYeah, and what was he going on about anyway? If we were gonna have sex why would it be on the break room table? We eat on this table. Plus public sex is illegal. I have a perfectly good bed at home.â He says very bluntly. Your face goes red again. Was he insinuating you SHOULD have sex or is this just a âwhat ifâ scenario gotten way out of hand? Your earlier troubles were long since forgotten. You had new, slightly less depressing and anxiety inducing, problems to think about.
âUh yeahâŚâ You laugh awkwardly. âBut anyway thanks for the facts. It definitely helped take my mind off things.â You awkwardly raise your hand for a high five.
âAw hell yeah!â He high-fives you back. âYou can call me anytime when you need me I have soooo many animal facts.â
You smile, âI might take you up on that. Goodnight, Adrian.â
The S2 trailer confirmed Adrian is gay and ace. Vigilmaker confirmed canon.
Delete your Adrian x female reader fics, do not under circumstances write future fics of Adrian with women.
He's for the gays and he's for Chris. The Peacemaker fandom is for Vigilmaker not your x reader cringe garbage.
You lost. Suck it up and stay outta our tags in the future.
Take a deep breath and go get some help honey. Itâs okay to have alternative headcannons!!! If anything the trailer only confirmed theyâre non-monogamous actually. You just chose to interpret it differently, which is okay! Not to mention even if him and Chris were together exclusively thereâs no saying Adrian couldnât be with anyone else before or after Chris. He had a wife in the comics actually :). I try to make my view of him a mix of comic book and tv show lore. Personally I donât love the idea of Chris and Adrian being together just because I think that is a toxic relationship. I think they both deserve better than what they could offer each other vs. what they need. That doesnât mean other people canât enjoy it. I just donât. That also doesnât mean I couldnât see him with another man or woman or nonbinary or gender non-conforming person in the DCU. I totally could! Vigilmaker could be real, but it doesnât change that they both could have had other relationships in the past, present, or future.
I hope you do take the time to take a breath and drink some water and step on the breaks a little bit. I know you have the potential to probably be a decent person on the other side of the screen with a little misplaced anger. I do hope you have a good day and see that we can like different things and coexist. If you feel the need to block the x reader posts or even block me then do what you need to do for your own mental health. Try to ignore us and weâll try to ignore you guys. Thereâs no reason this canât be a peaceful fandom again like it used to be.
If you are looking for gay mlm Adrian fics I do have a couple with specifically he/him pronouns! I try to write the reader as gender neutral unless otherwise requested so as many people as possible can feel included, even you if you chose to be. Adrian is also queer in the show and queer in all my fics. He has shown interest for multiple kinds of people, not just Chris, both in comics and in the show. If he was with a woman that wouldnât take away his queerness. Thatâs just biphobic. lgBt+ letâs not forget where the B comes from. Bisexual people have always been there and they are not going away. Chris himself has been confirmed bisexual in the show and by James Gunn and John Cena. Adrian hasnât been labeled and he doesnât need to be.
I do hope this finds you in a calmer state. This fandom should be a welcoming place, not a place for mass yelling at strangers. Please be kind. Remember kindness is the real punk rock! :)) (if you saw Superman)
Prompt: You fight the bitter cold New York City streets for Christmas presents and come home to warm up with your girlfriend and boyfriend: Annie and Hughie.
Warnings: None? Maybe just worrying about the future? A little bit of kissing. Just a little. No use of pronouns or Y/N.
A/N: Iâve been thinking about domestic life with Annie and Hughie a lot lately. Itâs been keeping me afloat as of late. Very self indulgent Christmastime fic. Crossposted on my ao3 adriansglasses.
âAlmost there.â You mumbled to yourself. You were the kind of cold where your skin was starting to hurt and you just wanted to be home. It was 20 degrees, but it felt like 15 in the dead of winter, as the unforgiving wind deflected off the tall buildings. Winter in New York was never fun. You were cold to the bone. It was a sharp contrast to the sweltering heat youâd felt in the Times Square train station. The subway underground stations were always so terribly hot this time of year. You wanted every layer you could find to walk outside, but the second youâd step downstairs it would be so hot you couldnât breathe. Now you were off the train and it was the least of your problems, but the nearest subway station was a bit of a hike to the apartment. Usually a few city blocks would be just a little inconvenient, but now the 10 minute walk was unbearable in this weather. You could see the red awning to your small apartment sticking out down the street. You were so close, so very close. You wanted to put a pep in your step, but you were so cold you couldnât manage anything more.
âGod, Iâm so fucking cold!â You stated as you walked through the door.
âHoney, why didnât you take a Uber?â Annie immediately comes to meet you at the door, Hughie following not far behind her.
âBecause an Uber from Times Square was $90 when it should have been $30, but of course thereâs gotta be some big event going on to scam tourists. Itâs the week before Christmas and everyone and their mother wants to come ice skating and see the tree because they watched Elf and Home Alone 2 about a hundred too many times.â You say through chattering teeth.
âWhy were you in Times Square?â Hughie asks.
âThat is none of your business!â You smile with rosy windburnt cheeks, a present for Hughie hiding behind your back.
âOh really?â Hughie teases getting closer. You put the bag in one hand and wrap your other cold hand around his arm. He yelps, âAh! Cold hands! Cold hands!â
âYou walked right into that one.â Annie laughs. âCome here, baby.â
You take off your coat, hiding the bag under it and setting it on the table briefly before walking over to Annie. She takes your hands in hers. You watch her eyes glow and your hands instantly warm. You sigh in relief.
âIs that any better?â She asks.
âMuch better.â You smile as she kisses your forehead.
âWhat about me?â Hughie pouts, wanting attention.
âYou didnât go out in the cold and fight every tourist in New York just to get us Christmas presents.â Annie says in a serious, but teasing tone that makes you giggle.
âAnnie, I think Iâm still cold.â You smile.
âOh yeah? Where?â She asks.
âEverywhere.â You smile.
âOh? Everywhere, huh?â She smirks.
âIâm so cold I might have to go lay in bed sandwiched between my lovely girlfriend and boyfriend for the the rest of the night.â You canât help the big smile spread across your face. You were so happy to be home.
âIs that so?â Annie asks.
âThatâs very so.â You respond.
You drag Annie and Hughie into the bedroom, getting comfortable while Hughie flips through Netflix trying to find a good movie to watch.
âIâm telling you all the Christmas classics are on YouTube ripped from old DVDâs or VHSâ for free.â You try to steal the remote.
âGive me a second. Youâre so impatient! Cold! Cold feet!â You interrupt him by putting your cold feet on his legs under the blanket.
âI told you I was still cold.â You say innocently. Annie is laughing next to you.
âYou are so annoying!â Hughie rolls over on top of you starting to litter soft quick kisses all over you.
âHughie, knock it off!â Youâre in a fit of giggles.
âYou asked me to warm you up.â He pauses looking down at you.
âAnnie, help!â You jokingly whine.
âYou provoked him. Youâre on your own with this one.â Annie laughs.
âOh, some superhero you are. Thanks a lot.â You joke, before looking back to Hughie and stealing a kiss from his lips. âI wanna watch the Grinch. I donât care which one it is, as long as itâs not the new one with Benedict Cumberbatch.â
âOh, obviously.â Hughie agrees, sliding off of you. You settle with your head on his chest. He pulls you into his side. Annie settles in behind you, spooning you. Youâre finally warming up, totally encased in your two loves. You sigh.
âIâm glad things are like this right now.â You smile, cuddling into Hughie.
âWhat do you mean?â He asks.
âYou knowâŚâ, you pause, ââŚnormal.â
âItâs really nice.â Annie smiles, her hold on your waist getting a bit tighter. You turn your head back and give Annie a soft kiss. The last couple years hadnât been easy on any of you.
âIs it weird Iâm worried it wonât last?â You ask. You didnât want to ruin the night, but it was like word vomit coming from your mouth.
âNo, I am too.â Hughieâs voice is more somber now. His hold on you grows tighter.
âMe too.â Annie admits. âBut I am never going back to that tower. They canât make me. Iâm staying right here in this apartment with the loves of my life and weâre gonna keep each other safe.â She promises.
âYeah, weâll be okay as long as we stick together.â Hughie reassures. âFuck Homelander, Fuck Vought, itâs Christmas.â Hughie smiles.
âYeah. Too many people are buying merch right now. They care too much about their money. They wonât try anything. Weâre in the safe zone.â Annie says, placing a kiss on your shoulder.
âYou guys are probably right.â Your body starts to relax in their embrace. You didnât even realize the tension your body was holding until it wasnât there anymore.
âEven Homelander wonât risk ruining Christmas. His heart doesnât need to grow two sizes, but his wallet does.â Hughie jokes.
âThat and his sick need of approval. Heâs not willing to make America hate him that much.â Annie adds, more seriously.
âI donât know if itâs nice or scary that the world just pretends it isnât shitty in the name of holiday cheer.â You ponder.
âWell thatâs depressing.â Hughie sighs.
âSorry.â
âI think the break is nice. I love when my biggest problem is having to see the relative I donât like or that Grandmaâs cooking has gone downhill with age.â Hughie gives a dry laugh.
âYeah her cookies arenât what they used to be.â You crack a soft smile, but it falters. âI guess⌠I guess it just sucks knowing that come January 2nd the worldâs just gonna come crashing down again. I guess thatâs capitalism for ya.â
âIt might, but you know what doesnât end January 2nd?â Annie starts
âWhat?â You ask.
âUs. Hughie and I love you very much and weâre always going to have each other. That part isnât fake or waiting to implode.â Annie promises.
âActually, speak for yourself.â Hughie jokes.
âShut up and get over here.â Annie pulls him over you for a kiss. You watch them kiss above you. The two most beautiful people youâd ever seen and they loved you.
âMy turn.â You pull Hughie down to kiss you, weaving your fingers through his curls. Next you shift to kiss Annie. âI love you both so much.â
âWe love you too.â Hughie smiles.
âDo you love me enough to go make popcorn?â You smile innocently. Hughie steals another kiss.
âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â He gets out of bed.
âHe thinks Iâm cute! He thinks Iâm cute!â You quote.
âNow I kinda wanna watch Rudolph.â Annie pulls you closer.
âI could go for Rudolph.â You agree.
âIâll be back. Just donât start it without me.â Hughie pleads.
âOkay. Iâll go find it on YouTube! Because thatâs where all the classics are!â You yell down the hall.
âYeah, yeah, yeah!â Hughie mocks over, slamming cupboards and clanking dishes trying to make your popcorn.
You smile to yourself. They were right. This was real and it wasnât going anywhere.
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A Classic Sick Fic: Youâre sick and Hughie forces you to let him take care of you.
Hughie/Reader/Annie:
Let It Snow: You fight the bitter cold New York City streets for Christmas presents and come home to warm up with your girlfriend and boyfriend: Annie and Hughie.
Sam Riordan
Donât Be Embarrassed: You take care of Sam and he takes care of you.
A Pretty Damn Good Solution: When Egon finds out youâve been having nightmares all week, he decides to find a way to help you by conducting a sleep study.
Never Listen to Venkman: When you and Peter are left alone to experiment with a suspicious, blue, viscous slime, things go south and Egon comes home to you having a paranormal induced panic attack.
Perfect (The Doctor x Reader x Platonic!Jack): When on an adventure with the Doctor and Jack the reader is attacked by an alien called a Psyfon, a race with psychic abilities who feed off of emotions. The reader gets stuck in their perfect dream realm and the Doctor has to save them before they die in there.
The Doctor x Reader: You join the Doctor on the TARDIS
Prompt: Youâre sick and Hughie forces you to let him take care of you.
Warnings: vomit, other general cold and flu symptoms, inability to breathe
A/N: Iâm sick and I just want Hughie to hold me and for some reason Iâm unable to figure out why there is a criminally low number of fics for Hughie. I think heâs really neat. He is so special to me. Being the change I want to see in the world or whatever. Please donât judge any typos Iâm so ill. I envisioned this sometime during season 2. Letâs pretend Annie isnât there for a sec. (I love her tho she is my girlfriend and he is my boyfriend and we are all happy and in love in my silly little head.) Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.
âAre you sure youâre okay?â Hughie asked again, while you coughed for probably the millionth time.
âYeah Iâm fine.â You werenât fine. In truth your cough and endless runny nose were driving you insane. You hated being sick. You couldnât stand your body not feeling the way it usually does.
âYou look miserable- well not to say you look bad, well you do look bad, but not in the way that- Iâm gonna just stop talking before I dig myself into a bigger whole.â He shifts awkwardly.
âItâs okay, Hughie. I feel like shit.â You sigh, well as much of as sigh as your body can let out while your nose is this stuffy.
âCan I do anything to help?â He asks.
A hug. You really wanted a hug, but you didnât want to get him sick. You also didnât know how to ask without making it awkward. You didnât really know what you and Hughie were. You felt like more than just friends, but youâd never talked about it. It was hard when you were on the run from Vought. If you were being honest you couldnât really even afford to be sick right now. If you were sick, you couldnât use your powers and Butcher wouldnât want to keep around a useless supe. Itâs already pretty useless enough that you can even get sick. Other supes are bulletproof.
âNo, Iâm okay. Donât worry about me.â You fake a smile, coughing again.
âNo can do. I never stop worrying about you.â He smiles, but his tone is very serious. A blush creeps up on your face, but itâs easy to mistake your cheeks heating up for a fever.
You start to cough again, but this time it doesnât stop. You have a coughing fit that leaves you gasping for air. You reflexively reach out for Hughieâs arm. He takes your hand in his, rubbing your back with his other hand.
âItâs okay. Just breathe. Let me help you for once.â He gives your hand a light squeeze. You nod, tears coming to your eyes.
âTrash can!â You yell between coughs. Hughie acts quickly, bringing the trash can to your lap.
âWoah, hey itâs okay. Iâve got you.â He holds your hair back, continuing to rub circles on your back. âJust breathe. Take your time.â
âIâm- so- sorry!â You struggle to get out the words while your hurl into the can.
âDonât be sorry. You canât control it. Just let it out. Iâm not going anywhere. Iâm staying to help you through this. I lost count a long time ago of the amount of times you saved my ass. Let me help you. I promise you, Iâve had to deal with much grosser substances for this team than a little vomit.â His calming voice talks you through it, yapping along like this is a totally normal position to be in. Maybe it was. You didnât know. You werenât used to anyone caring this much.
âIâll be right back.â He got up and quickly went to get you some water. You hated being alone, even for a minute, but you gladly took the water. It felt cool on your irritated throat.
âDrink it slowly.â He lets out a soft chuckle, seeing you start to gulp down the water. You slow down at his advice. You know if you drink it too fast youâll get sick again.
âIâm so fucking tired.â Once youâve recovered Hughie starts to pull you down into the bed.
âThatâs okay. Just rest.â He attempts.
âI canât. Thereâs too much going on.â You try to fight your fatigue. Hughie lays down pulling you into his arms. âI donât wanna get you sick.â
âIâve got a pretty good immune system. Iâm not worried about getting sick. I know our entire world is like kinda imploding, but if you donât rest you wonât be able to help anyone.â He tries to bargain. You also canât deny how warm he is, or how your body just melts into his. Heâs so comfortable. Laying with him is probably the calmest your brain has felt in weeks. âItâs okay to take a break, (Y/N). Even when the world is falling a part around you, if you donât stop to take a break youâll fall a part with it. Trust me. I learned that the hard way. Just relax. Close your eyes. Iâm going to stay here and make sure things stay okay as long as we need them to for you to get better.â
You finally stop fighting it and close your eyes. Youâre drifting in and out of sleep when you feel Hughie place a kiss on your forehead. Everything will be okay. It has to be.
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Prompt: You and Tyler take a road trip up to Iowa to catch some of the last tornadoes of the season, but he takes the teasing a little too far.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of car crashes, swerving, shitty ex boyfriends. No use of Y/N.
A/N: Hello! I didnât proofread this one as many times as I usually do. Iâm coming off a 4 and a half month writers block so I really just wanted to write and post while I was excited to do it. My job has been draining me as of late, so Iâm trying to write when I get the impulse. I have so many Tyler ideas and no time to write them. Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.
It was still fairly early, the sun was still rising. Last night youâd planned an impromptu trip up north to Iowa. It was about a 7 hour trip from Oklahoma, so you were on the road before 6. You were hoping to get there around noon. You didnât love getting up that early, but Tyler promised heâd drive you and you could sleep in the truck. Tornado season was pretty much over aside from an isolated storm or two, but Iowa had been having very unusual storm activity all week. Tyler couldnât resist hitting a couple more tornadoes in late August when the season was supposed to be pretty much over with.
You stayed awake for a little bit. You wanted to watch as you crossed into Missouri.
âMissouri welcomes you.â Tyler reads out loud.
âYes! Finally!â You giggle.
âI didnât realize you were such a big fan of Missouri.â Tyler comments.
âOh, Iâm not.â You pause, looking out your window.
âFirst youâre hypinâ her up, now youâre gonna disappoint her.â He jokes.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sure Missouriâs fine, but Iâm more excited about that.â You point to a Hardeeâs down the street.
âReally? Weâre crossinâ state lines and youâre gonna make me take you to Hardeeâs? You can get Carlâs Jr. anytime you want back home. Thatâs basically the same thing.â He argues.
âTake that back! Youâre just saying that because youâre a Texas boy! Youâve never had the luxury of Hardeeâs.â You joke.
âIf Carlâs Jr. is better, Iâm not letting you pick where we eat for the rest of the trip.â Tyler puts on his turn signal and sighs.
âHow is that fair? Iâve never eaten at this location. What if it sucks?â You laugh.
âYou picked your Hardeeâs hill and now youâre gonna die on it. Now keep your trap closed and tell me whatâs good on the menu.â Tyler makes a pretend threatening face towards you as he pulls into the drive thru.
âHow am I supposed to not talk and at the same time tell you whatâs good?â You tease back.
âHi welcome to Hardeeâs, may I take your order?â The drive thru speaker cuts you off. Tyler shushes you and you giggle.
After getting your food you start unwrapping the straws and putting them in both drinks.
âWhatever score we give this we need to give it extra points to account for how good the curly fries would be if they were serving lunch.â You try to bargain, taking a bite.
âNo, you canât just change the rules after we already got our food, thatâs cheating. Just because youâre from the north, doesnât mean you can cheat me.â He argues. He continues driving, leaving behind the paved roads of the small town.
âYouâre acting like Iâm Canadian!â You giggle.
âWell, Upper Midwest is basically Canada. Thereâs literally a town in Iowa called Toronto!â He smirks, taking the last bite of his food, continuing to drive through the middle of nowhere Missouri, back onto the gravel roads through the soybean fields.
âShut up!â You playfully hit his arm. He jokingly swerves and your stomach flips. You gasp air. âTyler, knock it off.â
âYouâre the one who hit me.â He pleas innocent.
âI didnât hit you that hard.â You defend.
âI thought you were gonna sleep on the drive.â He says, smirking.
âI might later, Iâm not tired.â You answer, falling for his bit. He does a big fake yawn.
âWell if youâre not tired, I might take a little nap.â He lightly swerves again.
âTyler, this isnât funny!â You plead.
âWhat? Oh. Do you mind watching the road? We woke up so early and Iâm pretty tired.â He jokes before swerving again. Heâs taking the joke way too far. Once was one thing, twice was too much. You start hyperventilating.
âTyler, STOP!â You yell, tears starting to come to your eyes.
âWoah woah woah, sweetheart, itâs okay. Iâm sorry. Iâll stop.â He has a concerned look on his face. He knew he had taken it too far.
âItâs not funny.â You cry.
âYouâre right, itâs not funny. I would never-a done it if Iâd known it would make you feel unsafe. I do it all the time on chases and that donât seem to bother you. I didnât realize-â
âThatâs different! The roads and the fields when thereâs no storms are different! Weâre on an actual road! What- what if there were other people?! What if you hit somebody?! What if a sherif saw?!â You say, obviously still panicking. Tyler decides to pull over.
âYouâre right. Iâm sorry. I was way outta line, but weâre in the middle of nowhere. Thereâs no cars or tractors around. Weâre safe.â His voice is soft. âJust breathe, Darlinâ. Just you and me.â He takes your hand, rubbing small circles in it. âI feel bad. I wanted a reaction outta you, but not like this. I never want you to feel unsafe with me.â
âI know.â You were still struggling to breathe. Tyler places your hand on his chest to feel the rise and fall of his breathing. He hopes you can sync yours with his own.
âTake it easy, sweetheart. Youâre okay. Feel me breathing? Weâre both okay.â He places a kiss to your forehead.
âIâm sorry⌠itâs not you. When I was in high school I had a crazy ex boyfriend who used to swerve in town just to scare me because he knew I was afraid of car crashes. He almost killed us a couple times, I think. I guess no matter how much timeâs passed, dumb high school bullshit still affects me into my adult years.â
âHey, thatâs not okay. Itâs not dumb bullshit. Itâs trauma.â You lean over the console to be closer to him and he wraps his arms around you. âI would never put you in danger like that for the sake of a joke.â You could tell his blood was boiling on the inside, but he was trying to keep himself calm. He didnât want to upset you more. He knew this was about you feeling better, not him.
âWe gotta get going if we wanna try to make it by 1.â You wipe your tears.
âI donât care how long weâre pulled over. Hell, we can even turn around if youâre not up to anymore. I donât care about the chase. I care about you.â He moves your hair out of your face. âI can call the rest of the team and tell them to turn around right now or go without us.â
âWhat happened to Mr. If You Feel It, Chase It?â You joke, trying to lighten the mood. He looks into your eyes. You donât know if youâve ever seen him so serious.
âThe only feeling that matters is the one I get when Iâm with you.â
Tears start creeping up again. These tears arenât bad, though.
âTyler, Iâm in love with you.â It just slips out, like the easiest confession youâve ever made in your life. You both knew there was something there, but neither one of you were willing to say it. It had always been heavy flirting, awkward mornings after cuddling in the only bed left at the motel, a drunk kiss or two.
After a moment of staring in silence Tyler kisses you. Everything happened in slow motion, but in truth it was probably just the adrenaline slowing everything down. Tyler wasted no time in kissing you. It was the quickest decision heâs ever made. You donât know how long the kiss was. Whatever it was, it wasnât enough. Nothing would ever be enough. Youâd swear off oxygen for the rest of your life if it meant this moment never had to end. Youâd been pinning after your best friend for so long and finally the moment was here.
âIâm so glad you said something because youâre one of the best navigators I know and I really didnât wanna risk losing you from the team by telling you I was in love with you.â Tyler laughs.
âIs that the only reason you didnât tell me?â You ask.
âNo, I was scared. Losing you from the team would be a bummer, but I couldnât lose you from my life. We see a lot of loss in this business. Whenever I thought about it, the thing I couldnât stand to lose most was you.â He runs his fingers through your hair, moving to cup your cheek.
âI love you.â
âI love you, too.â
It was nice to finally say it. Youâd waited a long time to tell him.
âLetâs get back on the road. This time just donât stop my heart.â You give a small laugh.
âYouâre safe with me.â
âI know. Youâre not like those other guys, Ty.â
You hold hands and rest on his other arm as he drives. Heâs lucky heâs good at driving with one hand because heâs happy to see about 30 minutes later youâve finally fallen asleep. Today was going to be a long day, but Tyler knew forcing the team to wake up so early was worth it. He may have had to bribe Boone 20 bucks to drive the other car up with Lily, but at least he didnât have a third wheel sitting in the back seat. Tyler didnât get a lot of alone time with you. Now he had 7 hours of it. It was worth it.
Prompt: When Egon finds out youâve been having nightmares all week, he decides to find a way to help you by conducting a sleep study.
Warnings: Nightmares, panic attacks, sleep deprivation, and insomnia.
A/N: This is GN!Reader with no pronouns specified. The Egon brainrot is so real so please enjoy this incredibly self-indulgent fic I wrote to the cope with my work stress induced nightmares. Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.
You woke up breathing heavy, in a cold sweat. You hear quick, clumsy footsteps running through the hallway of the firehouse. At first youâre confused. Youâre still out of it and youâre scared. Suddenly Egon is busting through your doorway. His glasses are crooked, his pj shirt is buttoned incorrectly, the buttons not matching the holes. He has a proton pack slung over his back. He must have been in a hurry to get to you.
âAre you okay?! I heard you scream.â He looks at you with confusion. âI thought one of the ghosts had breached the containment unit.â
âIâm sorry. I just had a nightmare.â You apologize, still trying to collect yourself. Youâre shaking like a leaf.
âOh.â He looks at you sadly, taking off his proton pack. He sits on the bed, straightening out his glasses. The bed dips, shifting you towards him.
âI apologize for my appearance and demeanor. I was under the impression you were in danger.â He looks down at his shirt, fixing his buttons.
âIâm sorry I worried you.â You say, sheepishly.
âNo, donât be.â He draws out the o on the no, speaking softly, inflecting his tone upwards to try to bring you comfort. He gives you a soft smile, to match his tone.
You sit in silence for a few minutes. Egon isnât quite sure what to say, but you donât mind. Despite his awkwardness, he was still deeply comforting.
âI forgot to ask. Are you okay?â He breaks the silence.
âNot really. Iâve been having nightmares all week.â You begin to fidget with a string on your blanket.
â(Y/N), why didnât you say something?â He asks.
âI didnât wanna bother anyone.â You shrug your shoulders.
âYouâre living in a building with several scientists who care about your well being. I assure you that you wouldnât be bothering us. We could have helped you. You should have at the very least spoken to Peter. His concentration is psychology.â Egon tried not to lecture you, but he was confused as to why you were suffering alone instead of asking for help. He didnât like to see you in pain.
âI guess I thought I should be able to deal with it on my own.â You avoid eye contact. Egon finally puts the pieces together. It wasnât always easy for him to read social queâs, but he could read his friends easily enough.
âThereâs no need to be embarrassed. Everyone has nightmares. They could be caused by a number of reasons. Typically mine are caused by stress, but Iâve since figured out how to get a handle on them through scientific means. Where they used to be constant, theyâre now more rare for me.â He sympathizes.
âI didnât know you had nightmares like that. Iâm sorry.â You respond.
âTheyâre handled.â He pauses for a moment, thinking. âI believe it would be beneficial for me to conduct a sleep study on you starting tomorrow night, with your consent of course.â
âDo you really think itâll help?â You look at him, desperate for an answer to your problem.
âYes. Iâll have everything ready tomorrow night, but do you need anything before I go?â He asks.
âCan I please have a hug?â You request. Usually youâd be embarrassed, but right now you didnât care. Egon had been the greatest comfort youâd had in the last several nights.
âOf course.â He smiles, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. The hug is awkward at first, but you both relax into it. Heâs warm and his pajama shirt is soft. While Egonâs presence is always calming, his steady breathing and heartbeat do wonders to bring you back to a more relaxed state. He begins to rub your back. âWeâll get to the bottom of this and just remember youâre not alone.â
The next night youâd shown up to Egonâs lab as requested. Youâre surprised to see heâs set up a cot with your favorite blankets and pillows. He was nothing if not observant.
âI gathered some things from your room in an effort to make you more comfortable.â He speaks, walking around the room, pressing buttons and moving things around.
âThank you.â You smile. You sit down on the bed and Egon begins to fit wires to your forhead.
âMay I?â He asks, gesturing to your chest.
âUm yes- yeah uh thatâs okay.â You blush. Egon moves your shirt over and attaches wires over your heart. âI really appreciate you doing this.â
âOf course. Itâs no problem, really. Do you need anything before you go to sleep? Can I get you a glass of water?â He asks.
âNo, but can you explain how itâs gonna work again?â You lay down, attempting to get comfortable.
âWhile youâre asleep I should be able to see any changes in heart rate, breathing patterns, or brainwave activity. I can collect all the data I need and all you have to do is sleep.â He explains.
âSeems simple enough.â You give him a smile, despite your nerves.
Egon leaves the observation area and the lights dim. You close your eyes and fall asleep.
About 2 hours into the study Egon starts to notice a rapid elevation in heart rate and your breathing becomes heavier and inconsistent. He scribbled down notes, watching your brainwave patterns until you shoot up gasping. You start to pull at the wires attached to you, not remembering why theyâre there. Egon enters the room with his journal and pen in hand. He approaches your bed.
âYouâre okay. Youâre in my lab, remember? I have to say that was quite interesting. How long did it feel like you were stuck in that nightmare?â He asks.
âUh I- I donât know, like hours?â You debate, trying to catch your breath.
âYou were asleep for about 2 hours, but you only entered REM state about 15 minutes ago, which is when you started dreaming.â He takes down more notes.
âOnly 15 minutes?â You ask, your voice and body shakey. Egon pulls a chair up to sit next to you. He lays his journal on your bed and takes your hand in his. He begins to feel your pulse. You instantly start to calm by his touch. Heâs observant of this. He decides to keep holding your hand even after heâs done checking your pulse in an effort to keep you calm. He writes with one hand and holds your hand with the other.
âCan you tell me a bit about the dream?â He asks.
âI was alone in the firehouse and the containment unit broke and I was being chased by a demon. I woke myself up before it caught me.â He gives you a look. On one hand he feels bad that you were so scared, but on the other hand heâs intrigued.
âHow did you wake yourself up?â He asks.
âI have like this thing I do if I need to escape a dream. I feel like Iâm pushing and pulling and clawing my way out of reality, like Iâm trying to swim through molasses until I wake up.â You tell him.
âThatâs amazing. From my end your adrenaline spiked enormously. I didnât realize you were doing that on purpose.â He scribbles down some more notes.
âYeah. I guess thatâs a thing I do.â You say awkwardly. âDid you get anything useful?â You ask.
âYes, but Iâll have to run more tests throughout the week.â He closes his journal, turning to you. He realizes heâs still holding your hand. He doesnât let go. He was so excited by the scientific aspects of the experiment he forgot why he was doing this in the first place. âWeâre going to figure this out, but until then Iâm here.â He smiles at you, giving you a look of sympathy.
The next two nights went similarly to the first one. You would have nightmare and Egon would remind you everything was okay before sitting down next to you to take notes as you recounted the dream. Your dreams were often about being chased or not being able to save someone. You would usually use your emergency escape out of your dreams. Talking about your dreams helped. It gave you an outlet and it aided Egonâs studies. The two of you had fallen into a routine and it was starting to help.
Tonight was different. Egon watched as your heart rate spiked and your breathing patterns began to change. Your brain activity was off the charts. He knew youâd be up soon. He watched as you tried and failed to pull the emergency break. You begin to thrash in bed. He wonders why you havenât woken up. He enters the room just in time for you to shoot up screaming and covered in sweat. You begin to hyperventilate, crying out. âEgon!â You cry for him. Tears start to stream down your face. He runs to your bed.
âIt was just a dream. Youâre okay. Youâre safe. Iâm here. Everything is okay, (Y/N).â Egon tries to keep his voice calm, but he speaks with urgency. He places his hands on your shoulders, trying to ground you. You canât get your breathing under control.
âI- I couldnât get out! I couldnât get out! I was stuck and I couldnât get out!â Youâre speaking a mile a minute.
â(Y/N), look at me. Youâre awake now. Youâre safe. I wonât let anything hurt you. I need you to try to breathe with me. (Y/N), whatâs three things that you can see?â He asks, trying to bring your focus back to reality.
âI canâtâ You sob, unable to focus.
âYes, you can. Whatâs three things you can see?â He repeats.
âI see your journal. Itâs in the chair.â You try.
âGood thatâs two things.â He smiles.
âYour pen is on the floor.â You continue.
âI dropped it when I rushed in to check on you. Whatâs two things you can hear?â He asks.
âThe clock is ticking really loudly and- and I can hear⌠the heater is on.â You tell him, listening closely.
âGood. Whatâs one thing you can touch?â He asks.
âCan I touch you?â You ask, hesitantly.
âYes, thank you for asking.â He smiles. You grab his hand, beginning to trace all the lines and wrinkles on it. You learn every detail of his fingerprints. Tracing the indents and following the patterns comforts you.
âAre you feeling a bit better?â He asks.
âYeah. Iâm sorry. Iâm just having one of those moments where itâs hard to tell whatâs real and whatâs fake. I woke up from a nightmare, but it was just another nightmare. I donât know if Iâve ever had a dream inside of a dream before. I thought that was just in movies.â You keep tracing his hand.
âNo, itâs real unfortunately, but so am I and so are you. This is real.â He gestures between you. Part of himself means that the two of you are real and your interaction is real, but another part of him meant something different. The care you have for each other is real too, very real.
âI hate that Iâm still tired. I donât wanna go back to sleep, but I know I have to.â You sigh.
âWould it make you feel better if I stayed in here with you?â He asks. While heâd usually be too awkward to ask this, his solution is based in science. All of his research points to his presence being a comfort. This gave him more confidence.
âAre you sure you donât mind?â You hope youâre not being an inconvenience.
âIf I minded I wouldnât have offered. I want you to feel like youâre not alone.â He gives your hand a squeeze.
âI think that would help me a lot actually.â You start to shift, laying back down in bed. Egon gets up to turn the light back off, kicking off his shoes and lab coat before getting back into bed with you.
âI figured it might.â He smiles. He always loved when his scientific theories were proven right, especially one that benefited both of you so much. It brought both of you comfort to be in each otherâs arms. Egonâs presence was enough for you to sleep soundly for the rest of the night and he was happy to know that you felt safe and calm. Even if it was only a temporary solution to your problems, it was still a pretty damn good solution.
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Prompt: When you and Peter are left alone to experiment with a suspicious, blue, viscous slime, things go south and Egon comes home to you having a paranormal induced panic attack.
Warnings: panic attacks, autistic meltdowns, sensory issues, detailed descriptions of sensory issues, feeling uncomfortable in oneâs own skin.
A/N: Back in my Ghostbusters era. It is contractually obligated that I must re-obsess every time a new movie comes out. Iâve loved Egon since I was a little kid. I canât believe Iâve never written for him. The italics are flashbacks. This is crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.
The reader is intended to be autistic, but can be read any way youâd like. Anyone is allowed to relate and see themselves in the reader wether theyâre autistic or not!
You were sitting at your desk with in your small shared lab with Egon in the firehouse when you heard footsteps. You thought you had been home alone until Peter walked in.
âWhat are you doing here? I thought you were going on a double date with Winston while Ray and Egon were at the movie.â You questioned him, putting down your pen. You had been taking notes on a new kind of slime the boys had found. It was different from the other slime theyâd found last month when Vigo was trying to take over. While Vigoâs slime was pink in color, this slime was blue and had a more viscous consistency.
âOscar had a fever, so Dana and I decided to cancel. She thinks heâs getting his first tooth.â Peter smiles. Despite the jokes heâs made and the amount of times heâs said he was nowhere near ready to be a father, heâd be lying if he said he wasnât happy being back with Dana again and heâd be lying if he said he didnât love Oscar just as much as he loved her.
âDid Winston still go?â You ask.
âOh, yeah. Heâs probably back in her apartment with the bed rocking as we speak. No way heâs coming home tonight.â Peter laughed at his own joke as you cringe.
âYouâre disgusting.â You roll your eyes.
âWhat are you up to tonight? Got a hot date with a slime? Not too different from your usual dating life.â He chuckles.
âYouâre such a dick, Venkman. I figured while everybody was out tonight Iâd try to find out SOMETHING about this new slime. Egon and I have been studying it for two days and we have literally nothing.â You gesture to the blue goo on your desk.
âDo you need help?â He asks.
âAre you offering to help me on your night off?â You ask, shocked.
âIâve got nothing better to do.â Peter shrugs.
âAre you gonna take it seriously?â You hesitate.
âIâm always serious!â Peter bluffs. Peter was never serious. Egon was always serious. His bluntness and black and white thinking had always been a comfort to you. He wasnât some puzzle you had to figure out. He just was. Being with him wasnât a guessing game the same way it was with Peter.
âSomehow thatâs hard to believe, but I could really use your expertise in parapsychology, so Iâll say yes.â You sigh. You know this probably isnât the best idea, but Peter knows more about this topic than you do. Youâd be stupid to reject his help.
âIf youâll be the subject, Iâll run the experiment.â He says, taking out the helmet with wires.
âOkay.â You agree. Once the helmet is on you should be connected to a series of machines able to read the energy of your emotions, as well as the slime itself, giving you a more direct connection without touching. Peter starts asking you a series of questions, trying to draw different emotional responses.
âThink of a time when you were happy, really happy.â He prompts. Your mind, wandered around the room, trying to think of something, when your eyes landed on Egonâs book sitting on his desk.
It made you think of the first time you realized you had deep feelings for him. While youâd always thought he was attractive, you realized your feelings were deeper than you thought, far beyond a harmless little crush, one day when he let you borrow his book. As you read his notes in the margins you were able to analyze things like him, see the world through his eyes. You saw how his brain connected and processed things. You always liked the person heâd shown you, but writing in the margins is different. When you take notes in a book, youâre not putting on a mask for people to see. Notes in the margins are just for you. Thereâre your unfiltered thoughts. Seeing who Egon was when nobody was watching was different. He was funny, smart, deep, curious, not as confident as he pretended to be; he didnât censor himself in his books. He wasnât quiet in his books. Reading his margins felt intimate.
âYouâre thinking about Spengler, arenât you?â Venkman teases.
âWhy would you say that?â You look at him, embarrassed.
âBecause youâre in loooooove!â Peter mocks.
âCan we change the subject?â You practically beg.
âThink of a moment where you were uncomfortable.â Peter prompts.
âThis conversation.â You fiddle with your fingers.
âNo, really. I wanna see how it reacts to discomfort.â
âFine.â You sigh. You think back to one of your many lab accidents. Working in a lab with sensory issues is never easy and that was something you and Egon both struggled with.
You think back to the day when you superglued your fingers shut by accident. You got them apart, but you couldnât get the the residue off. You started to hyperventilate, on the verge of tears. You wanted to hit your hands on things, but you knew that wouldnât help. You couldnât peel off the glue without peeling off your skin.
âWhatâs wrong?â Egon looked at you puzzled, and a bit worried.
âSuperglue! I- I- I canât get it off!â You shake your hands, violently, your whole body is tensed up.
Egon quickly takes a bottle out from his desk drawer and runs over to you. He grabs your hands.
âLook at me, (Y/N). Itâs okay. Iâll take off all the residue.â He promises, giving you a soft smile. Despite not liking seeing you in such discomfort, he forces the smile to help calm you down. He begins to massage the liquid from the bottle onto your fingers with a rag.
âSee, itâs okay. Itâs coming off.â He continues to speak softly, calming you.
âWhat is that stuff?â You ask.
âI wish I could say itâs some sort of fancy, scientific, protective disinfectant, but as it so happens itâs only nail polish remover.â You both chuckle quietly. âJanine gave it to me the last time I got superglue on something and couldnât get it off.â He smiles down at your hands, still focused on getting the last little bit off.
âThis slime is so different from the mood slime. I thought I saw it let go of a bubble, but itâs mostly doing nothing. I think it might be dead. I think it might be time to bury it in the backyard.â Peter begins to fake sob.
âKnock it off.â You laugh. âWhat backyard? This is Manhattan!â
âYou should try touching it.â Peter suggests.
âEgon, said I should under no circumstances touch it directly, especially while heâs not here.â You inform him.
âWell Egon, is being overprotective. Nothing bad happened when everyone else touched the pink slime and I accidentally ate green slime once.â Venkman says.
âWhat do you mean accidentally?â You ask.
âIt was our first mission. Slimer ran through me. It was a whole thing. I think you should touch it⌠You might be able to figure out what it is before Spengler gets backâŚâ He tries to change your mind.
âYouâre sure there were no serious side effects from touching the other slimes?â You ask, hesitantly. Egon would be annoyed if he found out you went against his pleas to keep your hands away from the plasma, but you wanted to impress him.
âNothing serious. I grew an extra pinky, but they cut it off.â He jokes.
âHaha, very funny, Venkman.â You roll your eyes.
âFine.â You sigh, taking a deep breath before plunging your hand into the blue viscous goo. âOhâŚThis is literally fine.â You feel no effect, but when your heart rate picks up you realize you spoke too soon. You fall onto the floor, knocking over the slime. You feel like your heart is racing, like it could beat out of your chest and you canât suck enough air into your lungs. Youâre terrified.
â(Y/N)!â Peter yells, rushing to the floor to help you. He tries to touch the the hand not covered in blue slime, but you push him away, sobbing. You donât want him anywhere near you. Youâre slipping away from reality into a deep state of panic and paranoia.
âPlease! No!â You sob. Itâs the only thing you can manage to get out. You barley recognize Peter anymore. He doesnât feel like a friend. He feels like a threat.
âHonestly, the movie was quite terrible. Ray stopped for a 99 cent pizza on the corner. What did you- (Y/N)?!â Egon speaks as he enters the room, cutting himself off when he notices youâre in distress.
âPete, what happened?!â Egon questions once he sees Venkman.
âWe were doing an experiment and they touched the goo and they just started freaking out. They wonât let me near them.â Peter tells him, obviously shaken. You hear the two men, but you donât process them. Itâs like youâre underwater.
âThis is different from their usual sensory issues. I think theyâre having a panic attack.â Egon kneels in front of you. â(Y/N), youâre okay. Youâre safe. Youâre in the firehouse. Iâm here.â He tells you slowly.
âI- I canât breathe!â You gasp for air.
âYour lungs are expanding and contracting at a rate too fast for your body to intake oxygen. I need you to try to breathe slow and deep with me. InâŚand out. Nice and slow.â He prompts. âPeter, I need latex gloves and towels.â Venkman could have made multiple jokes about Egonâs command, but looking at you this way made him uneasy. It wasnât the right time. After being handed the gloves, Egon slipped them on and got to work cleaning off your slime covered arm. You begin to sob, overwhelmed by the feeling of the slime, the latex gloves, and the towel. It was difficult to handle on top of your panic attack. âPeter, we need to get them into the decontamination shower.â
âNo!â You gasp between sobs.
âCome, on. Iâll go with you. We can get all the plasma off of you.â Egon speaks softly, but with a gentle urgency, as he tries to coax you to the shower. You shake your head no. âAre you against touch right now?â He asks.
âThey did not like when I touched them.â Venkman warns.
âOnly you-â You break out in a sob. It doesnât even cross your mind that you may be offending Peter by only wanting Egon. Luckily heâs not offended. Egon begins to take off his glove to provide skin to skin contact on the arm not drenched in slime in an effort to comfort you.
âArenât you worried about getting that stuff on you?â Venkman questions, worried Egon will shutdown like you.
âIâm getting in the decontamination shower anyway.â Egon shrugs, turning to you. He takes your hand in his, softly rubbing the top with his thumb.
âBut- but your clothes will get all wet!â You sob. You knew Egon had his own sensory issues. Youâd often have to help him when his long sleeves would get wet during experiments. It would drive him crazy. He avoided puddles like the plague and always had an umbrella nearby.
âTry not to worry about me right now. I just want you to focus on your breathing. I can always change my clothes.â He smiles. While it hurts him to see you so distressed, he was happy to know you cared about his comfort. âLetâs go shower. You canât leave all that slime on you. I believe itâs worsening your mental state.â You nod, still crying.
âIâll get them under the shower, Iâll need you to turn it on. Make sure not to touch the slime. I got a minuscule amount on my finger and itâs making me rather anxious. I can only imagine what this amount is doing to them.â Egon tells Peter. He helps you to stand, walking your trembling form over to the shower. âThere we go. Just a few more steps. Youâre doing wonderfully, (Y/N).â Egon softly attempts to comfort you.
Once youâre under the shower head, Venkman turns it on. Both you and Egon jolt at the sudden water pressure. He tightens both his jaw and his grip on you, holding his eyes shut tight. He canât stand the feeling of his wet clothes against his body, but heâs brave for you. Once adjusted to the water, Egon begins to wash the slime off your body with care. Peter leaves to go upstairs and get you some towels. You feel the panic and paranoia start to leave your body. Despite still being incredibly anxious, you were starting to phase out of your slime induced panic attack. You lean against Egon, struggling to hold your own body weight. Maybe youâll be more embarrassed tomorrow, but right now you just needed to be held. You were craving pressure on your body. You felt as if you would float off the ground if you werenât held down. Egon wraps his arms around you, bringing you closer. He places a kiss on your forehead before placing his chin on top of your head. You snuggled into his chest, finding his pulse. You didnât have the time or the bandwidth in your brain to think about what the kiss meant. You just wanted to be close to him.
âYouâre okay, (Y/N). Youâre safe.â Egon tells you. Youâre not sure if itâs for your benefit or his. Itâs for both, really.
Youâre quiet for most of the night, unable to bring yourself to speak. Egon doesnât mind. He thinks a verbal shutdown is more than understandable after the night youâve had. After the shower, you follow Egon around the fire station. You donât want to be alone right now. He doesnât mind. He puts out some of his clothes for you to wear; pajama pants and one of his soft sweaters. He goes to leave the room for you to change, but you stop him.
âCan- can we just like? Turn around?â You ask. âIâm sorry. If youâre uncomfortable, thatâs okay. I just really donât wanna be alone right now.â You voice is hoarse from crying.
âOf course.â He smiles, turning around.
âIâm decent.â He informs you after a minute of rustling.
âMe too.â You tell him and you both turn around.
âIâm sorry.â You tell him, near tears again. You feel awful for how tonight went. This was supposed to be the boysâ day off. Egon gives you a sad look.
âYou have nothing to be sorry for. You were just trying to help. Venkman told me he put you up to it anyway.â Egon sighs.
âI probably shouldnât have listened to him.â You let out a sad chuckle, one tear slipping past you, down your cheek. You wipe it quickly.
âNever listen to Venkman.â Egon gives a sad laugh.
âAt least we figured out what the slime does⌠Egon, can I ask you a question?â You hesitate.
âWell, you just did, but yes.â He smiles, joking to lighten the mood. You smile at him.
âWhy did you do all that? You took off your gloves, putting yourself at risk and then you put yourself through sensory hell just to get me cleaned up.â You question him.
âIsnât it obvious? (Y/N), I care about you.â You look at him, thinking about the tone in his words. You canât quite decipher it, but thereâs something else there. Is it possible he could feel the same way about you that you feel about him? âYou should get some sleep.â He interrupts your thoughts. âIf youâd rather not be alone, you may sleep in my room tonight. I would find it beneficial to monitor you overnight to watch for long lasting effects, anyway.â He adds.
âOnly if thatâs okay with you.â You hesitate.
âOf course itâs okay with me. I just suggested it.â He smiles.
Once youâre settled into bed, Egon turns off the lights and climbs in next to you.
âEgon, Iâm still anxious.â You blurt out into the dark.
âDo you need pressure?â He asks.
âYes.â You say, hoping he doesnât mind. He doesnât seem to mind, as he scoops you into his arms. You cuddle into his chest, surrounded by him, surrounded by safety. You know this should be weird, but it doesnât feel weird. As Egon kisses the top of your forehead again, bidding you goodnight, you wonder what this all means. You wonder what you are to each other. You feel youâve crossed the line as friends, but youâre too tired and too awkward and too anxious to talk about labels. You and Egon never quite fit into boxes as people anyway. Your relationship didnât need to either. Whatever this was between you was comforting. It was safe and it was going to help you sleep tonight.
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Prompt: Adrian has his own secret way of asking you to sleep with him.
Warnings: Mentions of sex, but no actual sex. The team bullying Adrian as per cannon âšď¸. Peacemaker typical language.
A/N: Just a silly little thought I had at 5am during a text convo with one of my best friends when I couldnât sleep. Shout out Tyler for letting me bounce this idea off you. Thanks bestie! Just a short little fic. The italics are flashbacks. Crossposting on my AO3 adriansglasses.
Adrian stuck his middle finger up, pointed at you. You were going through some files on the other side of the room unable to see him behind the papers you were focusing on. Those who saw were giving him questioning looks.
âDude why are you flipping off, (Y/N)? I didnât realize you were mad at themâ Economos decided to be the first to question him. Usually he didnât care enough to ask, but even he was curious as to why Adrian was enthusiastically flipping you off.
âOh! Thatâs because Iâm not. I just wanna have sex when we get back to my apartment. I was saying can I fuck you.â Adrian says, as if itâs obvious. Chris begins to laugh, having overheard the conversation.
âOh my god. Iâm not sure if youâre insane or an idiot.â Harcourt rolls her eyes, walking away.
âIâm pretty sure heâs both. You know thatâs not what that means right?â Economos questions.
âIt has two meanings.â Adrian says in a very matter of fact way.
âNo, it doesnât.â John argues.
âThen how do they always know what I mean?â Adrian asks, as if heâs proving his point.
Chris continues to laugh to himself as Adrian and Economos argue.
Youâre deep in thought, not paying them any attention when Leota passes you the file you were looking for.
âThanks!â You smile at her.
âWhy is Adrian flipping you off?â She asks.
You look over at him, blushing. You nod.
âSee!â Adrian yells throwing up his arms. âTwo meanings! I told you!â
âOh god.â You blush, hiding your face in one of the files. You didnât need the entire team knowing you were going home to have sex after this, but itâs not like it was that big of a surprise. Youâd been dating Adrian for a while, of course you had a sex life. âI donât know how or why he got it into his head that fuck you means can I fuck you- but like I personally think itâs very clever and very cute so I just donât correct him.â You laugh, deciding to be honest with Leota.
You thought back to the first time he flipped you off in such a manner. You were out with the team celebrating with drinks after a mission. He threw up his middle finger, drawing a question mark in the air with the other hand. You looked at him with a confused look and mouthed. âAre you asking me to have sex with you?â and he mouth back, âIsnât it obvious?â. Only Adrian could think something like that was obvious. Only Adrian would even do something like that. You smiled, laughing quietly to yourself. It was so uniquely him.
Chris was still laughing uncontrollably in the back. He was thinking of the first time heâd seen Adrian do this too. Little did everyone else know Chris had been the one to teach it to him long before you were dating.
âYou really wanna know how I pick up chicks across the bar?â Chris asked with a shit eating smirk.
âPlease!â Adrian begged. He could pull girls as Vigilante no problem, but it was a lot harder without the suit.
âBe direct. Just ask if she wants to go home with you. The most subtle way to be direct is to flip her off.â Chris falsely informs.
âWait⌠you want me to be subtle and direct? Iâm confused.â Adrian asks.
âWell, yeah. You want her to know, not the whole bar.â Chris quickly lies.
âI always thought flipping somebody off was an insult.â Adrian is rightfully cautious.
âIt has two meanings. Itâs like special. Special can mean youâre one of a kind, cool, awesome, or it could be used the other way.â Chris explains.
âOh! Okay!â Adrian smiles, before pausing, with a pondering facial expression. âWait! You call me special all the time.â
âYou should hit on that girl over there!â Chris redirects.
âOkay⌠here goes nothingâŚâ Adrian says, slowly raising his middle finger. The girl looks shocked and starts to walk up to the two men at the bar. âOh wow! I think it worked!â
Her pace picks up. She walks up to Adrian, slapping him, hard.
âWait! This is positive! Iâm hitting on you!â Adrian says frantically with his finger still up, as she walks away.
âAw! Fuck! Do you think maybe she had a boyfriend?â Adrian asks, adjusting his glasses and rubbing his jaw.
Prompt: Ed offers to help you with time management when you tell him youâre stressed at work. Your conversation is interrupted by an attack on the GCPD by the Maniax.
Warnings: Mentions of murder, cannibalism, r*pists, abuse, and general graphic violence. Gotham typical violence. Mental health struggles. Sensory issues and meltdowns common with autism. Panic. Near death experiences. Claustrophobia. References to being buried alive. Nightmares.
A/N: Iâm rewatching Gotham and I didnât realize the missed potential for hurt/comfort the first time I watched this show 7 years ago. My work load has been really heavy lately, but this show broke me out of my writers block and I made time for the writing bug. This takes place in the middle of Edâs Riddler arc. He hasnât fully become the Riddler yet, but he has already made his first kill. The reader has qualities of an autistic person, but is not explicitly said to be autistic. I accidentally code a lot of my characters to be autistic because I am, but this was more intentional to reflect Edâs autistic coding. Feel free to read into it or not! You donât have to be autistic to read and hopefully enjoy this! Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.
âIâve been so stressed lately.â You sigh. âItâs like I canât get anything done that I actually need to get done.â You stand in the hallway of the precinct talking to your friend Ed. You were stressing about this case and Jim Gordon was making you go through hundreds of old files for him. You were never part of the real action, but the horrifying crime scene photos and evidence you had to pull through everyday was taking a toll on you. Gordonâs time crunches never helped either. You understood that lives were often on the line, but that didnât make it any easier.
âWhat can some people never get enough of and others say is too much? What has the ability to fly when having fun or is stuck completely frozen when you need it to move?â He smiles. You stare at him blankly. You had not been getting enough sleep. You loved hearing his riddles, but you were never the best at giving him the answers. It was so hard for your mind to keep track of it all. âDo you give up?â He asks.
âMy brain just isnât braining right now.â You laugh. âWhatâs the answer?â
âTime.â He beams, happy with himself. âYou should try to implement a better time management plan. You look tired all the time. Itâs like youâre not even sleeping.â
âThanks, Ed.â You give a dry laugh.
âYou know what I mean.â You nod in an agreement with him. âYou might be the only person who usually knows what I mean.â He says, fiddling with his fingers and the buttons on his coat.
He was right. Nobody quite seemed to get him, but nobody quite seemed to get you either. You had always felt this odd draw to him that you could never quite explain. Truthfully you think you have feelings for him, but you always bury them. He saw you as a friend and he really needed a friend. Besides he had been pinning over Kristen since before you even got to the precinct. You had mixed feelings towards her. On one hand you felt bad for her. She was always getting mixed up with shitty boyfriends who treated her poorly, but on the other hand she had a mean streak. You never liked how she treated Ed. It was like he wasnât a person with feelings to her and that made you so angry.
âYouâre right. I havenât been sleeping.â You tell him.
âWhy is that?â He asks.
âWe live in Gotham. With the terrifying shit we see everyday, I donât know how anyone sleeps.â
âAre you having nightmares again?â He asks, his face painted with concern.
âItâs fine. Itâs just work stress. Itâs just this case. Iâm fine.â You smile. It wasnât a real smile. Your smiles always came so naturally around Ed that he knew something was off. He was about to press when you heard gunshots coming from down the hall. Your body immediately froze like a dear in headlights in the middle of the hallway.
Youâve had violent people in the precinct before and it always made you nervous, but this was different. The Maniax were on the loose and you knew they were too unhinged to care about survivors or bargains. With Jerome Valeska at the helm, along side cannibals, rapists, and murderers you were terrified. Theyâd escaped from Arkham days ago and already managed to murder dozens of people. This was far too close to the action for you, as you heard Jeromeâs laugh bellowing down the hall from the bullpen; a laugh you remembered from one of your early cases at the precinct. You had felt bad for him and tried to help him when his mother died. You will never forget the laugh he let out when Jim realized he wasnât as innocent as youâd thought. It ran a chill through your spine.
Everything started moving too fast when you realized you were being pulled down the hall quickly. Once you realized you were holding hands, you tightly grasped Edâs hand, not wanting to be separated from him. He brings you further down the hall into the MEâs lab.
âW-where are we going?â You stutter. Itâs like your mouth canât keep up with your racing mind.
âDo you trust me?â He looks at you trying to stay calm.
âEd, what are you doing?â Youâre panicking. He can tell. Itâs not hard to tell, as your hands fidget and your breathing is heavy. Youâre trying to stay calm.
â(Y/N), I need you to trust me.â He places his hands on your shoulders in an effort to ground you with the pressure. You close your eyes and nod, hesitantly. You do trust him.
Ed runs to the cold lockers and opens one, checking to see if itâs empty. He finds a dead body inside. You cringe. Seeing bodies is rare for you and youâre still getting used to it.
âOh dear⌠okay⌠second times the charmâŚâ He mumbles to himself trying to find an empty locker. âBingo!â He smiles, finding an empty one. The wheels start to turn in your head.
âNo! Iâm not getting in there!â Your panic increases. Ed shushes you.
âThis is our best chance. I promise Iâll let you out as soon as I can.â
âWe wonât be together?â Your eyes start to burn. You try to keep back tears. Youâre shaking.
âWe wonât both fit in the same one. Iâm gonna go in the one above you-â
âNo no please I- I donât wanna be by myself! Please donât leave me!â You cut him off and beg him. Ed awkwardly rubs his thumbs across your shoulders where he places his hands again, still trying to ground you. Itâs awkward, but itâs still somewhat calming.
âIâm not leaving you. I would never leave you. Iâll be right next to you the whole time. I promise. I need you to trust me.â Youâre not sure if itâs because itâs life or death, or if itâs because itâs Ed, but you reluctantly let him help your shaking body into the mortuary cabinet. When it comes time to let go of his hand and close the cabinet, you donât want to. Despite quickly running out of time, he knows he needs to be patient. He knows how hard this is for you. Heâs always known youâre a bit claustrophobic. He had no idea one of your worst fears was being buried alive. Being stuck in a cold locker wasnât too far from either of those things. He can hear footsteps far down the hall. The Maniax were never subtle. He kisses the hand heâs holding quickly before closing your locker and climbing into his own. You were surprised by the kiss, but you couldnât think about that right now and what it could have meant. Your mind couldnât keep up. He had to leave his own locker unlocked, unable to properly close it from the inside, but he locked yours to make it look more convincing.
When Ed heard you cry, he began to whisper, hoping he could be loud enough for you to hear, but quiet enough for the Maniax to not notice. âItâs okay, (Y/N). Iâm still here.â It was enough to quiet your sobs. Tears silently streamed down your cheeks. Edâs voice had a certain gentleness to it when he spoke to you. He was being especially gentle now. You had seen him angry, upset, anxious, energetic, but his calm voice was reserved for you. Even in this moment when he was admittedly not very calm, he was trying his best to mask his own fears to keep you safe.
You always reserved parts of yourself for each other; parts of yourselves that the other person enabled you to be. You were never as bold as you wanted to be, but when people were rude to Ed you stuck up for him. He brought out a more confident version of you. For Ed, he knew you struggled with staying calm when you were stressed, upset, anxious or scared, even when you were happy. All of your emotions were so big and you rarely knew how to contain them. He tried to stay calm because he knew you saw him as a calming person in your life. He liked being your hero when everyone else only saw him as a weak, odd, nuisance. He also liked that he could read you and that you were honest with him. He trusted you and it helped keep the voice in his head at bay. He didnât have to question himself with you. He didnât have to take advice from the voice in his head.
You tried to keep your meltdown as quiet as possible when you heard footsteps approach. They were heavy, not ones you recognized. You knew it had to be one of the Maniax, probably the cannibal. You tried to make your breath as quiet as possible. After what you assume was a poor sweep of the room, the man leaves.
After what seems like hours of being trapped in a corpse you finally hear sirens and then chatter. You hear Ed climb out of the locker above you. He opens your locker and you let out an audible sob.
âI think theyâve gone.â He says, pulling out the drawer to let your body get some much needed air. You start gasping and sobbing, shaking on the drawer of the mortuary cabinet. Your body jolts up. You just want to get away from the locker.
âYouâre okay! Youâre okay!â Ed catches your body, as your start to fall from the drawer to the floor. You sit on the floor and cling to him, sobbing. At first awkward, he runs his hand along your back, trying to sooth you with the repetitive motion.
âI felt like I was dead- like- like I was gonna get buried alive-â You gasp for air, sobbing between your words. Ed shushes you.
âWeâre okay. Theyâre gone.â He promises.
You hear fast approaching footsteps. Your brain is moving too fast to decide if the footsteps are familiar or not. You just bury yourself further into Edâs chest.
âDetective Gordon is here.â He informs you and you relax only slightly.
âNygma, are they okay?â Jim asks.
âNo mortal wounds, theyâre just a bit shaken up.â He lets him know.
âYou two should probably still get checked out. I need to finish scanning the building for everyone else. So far weâve got 9 cops dead in the bullpen and⌠and the commissioner is dead.â He says. Itâs almost like you hear Jim, but you donât. Your mind canât keep up with anything thatâs happening.
After a while you find yourself sitting, waiting for Lee to check you out. Ed had been pulled away for a few minutes to do his job. He didnât want to leave you, but you assured him you were fine. You didnât feel fine, but you knew they needed him. As long as you could see him on the other side of the bullpen, you were reluctant, but okay with him stepping away. He left his jacket draped around your shoulders. It helped to be surround by his smell and warmth.
When it was time to go home, Ed guided you to his car. You hadnât spoken much, but at least youâd finally stopped crying. The car ride was quiet. The only thing that filled the air was Edâs occasional hum with the radio. Neither of you quite knew what to say. It was a bit ironic considering usually nobody could ever get you two to shut up. You didnât speak up until he turned onto your street.
âI donât want to go home.â You said quietly, feeling the panic rise again at the thought of being alone at home again.
âThatâs understandable. Would you like to stay at my place?â He asks. You nod, silently. He flicks his turn signal and starts the drive to his place.
âWelcome to Château Nygma.â He smiles, turning on the light. You still have his jacket wrapped around your shoulders. Despite the terror youâve been through today, his smile is refreshing. You donât question how he can stay so seemingly sane in times like these, but youâre just glad somebody is. You need that. Maybe you should have questioned it, but you didnât. He has a nice apartment. Itâs not too big. Why would it be for a man who lived by himself? Itâs just the right size with cool windows and a comfortable setup.
âDo you want something to eat? Iâm a good cook.â He smiles. You donât know how he can continue to smile, but youâre glad. It starts to make you feel safer. Itâs nice to be in a locked apartment with just you and Ed. Itâs nice to be in a quiet, secluded place, but not feel alone. Itâs far better than sitting on your bed, scared of any serial killers that could be hiding underneath the frame and jumping at any people you hear in the stairwell of your apartment, with an open case file sitting next to you, worried the killers youâre reading about could be onto you any second. Today was a very close call. Too close.
âIf youâre not sure, thatâs okay too.â He continues, noticing youâre deep in thought.
âOhâŚuh yeah⌠Iâm not sure what I want⌠Itâs like my body needs things, but Iâm just a little bit too overwhelmed to figure it out.â You look down, shyly.
âDo you want to just sit? I can put on some music?â He questions referencing the record player with his hands.
âThat sounds okay. I think I can do that.â You nod. He puts on some quiet music, not too loud to overstimulate you and you make your way to the couch. He brings you a glass of water.
âI can imagine it might be hard for you to have an appetite given your increased levels of adrenaline today, but you should at least drink this.â You take the water from him and begin to sip it. You didnât realize how nice cold water could feel. You drink it quickly, before setting the glass down.
âThank you.â
Ed sits down and you gravitate towards him.
âHow do you do it?â You ask.
âHow do I do what?â He looks for clarification.
âYour job. Thereâs so much death everywhere.â
âI donât know. I just sort of do. Honestly I think itâs fascinatingâŚâ He pauses, looking away from you. âSorry. That probably sounds weird.â
âIt does, but thatâs okay. I like the fact that youâre different and youâre honest. Itâs comforting. Youâre a better man than all of those crooked cops walking around beating up women and mobsters alike.â
âYou think so?â He asks.
âYeah, I do.â You smile. This time itâs a real smile. Ed smiles too. Itâs nice to know after everything heâs done for you to make you comfortable, you can say something to make him feel better.
âIâm sorry all of this has been so awful for you.â He says.
âI know weâre doing good and itâs important to do good in a world of so much bad, but sometimes I just wish nobody had to do it. I canât even fathom what would make somebody what kill another person. Maybe out of necessity, but it scares me that people actually enjoy it.â
âYeah.â Ed shifts uncomfortably. You think he must agree with you and thatâs why heâs unconformable. You donât know that he killed Officer Doherty for abusing Kristen just over a month ago.
The two of you talk for quite some time until you end up falling asleep next to him on the couch. He doesnât mind when you fall into his lap. He lets you sleep, smiling down at you. He didnât dare move. He didnât want to wake you. He was afraid of breathing too deeply and shifting too much underneath you. He eventually falls asleep sitting up with you still in his lap.
Everything is peaceful until you shoot up screaming, in a cold sweat. Youâve had another nightmare. This time is different. Youâre disoriented. You donât know where you are. You feel hands touching you.
â(Y/N), itâs me! Itâs Ed! You had another nightmare.â You look at his face to see him distraught, unsure of what to do. Your tossing and turning had woken him up. He was awake only seconds before you.
Your eyes begin to well with tears. âI just want it to stop. When will all of this stop?â You cry.
âWhen will what stop?â He asks.
âEverything! I just want to stop feeling like this. I want to stop being afraid. I should be used to the job by now.â
âMaybe you just need more time to get used to it! I know we talked about time management earlier. I can help you with your schedule.â He offers.
âI donât want to manage my time. I just want it to freeze. I just wish time would freeze so I could just breathe and catch up!â
Ed looks at you defeated. He doesnât know what to say. He likes riddles because riddles always have answers. He doesnât know what to do when thereâs a problem with no solution.
âIâm sorry.â He settles with saying. âWould a hug help?â Heâs just grasping at anything heâs seen people do when trying to comfort other people with problems and no solutions.
âYes.â You say quietly, burying your head in his chest. Despite being the one to offer the hug, heâs a little awkward at first. He eventually settles in.
âIs this helping?â He asks.
âYes.â You tell him. Of course, Ed being who he is, even now heâs still looking for a solution. He doesnât realize he may be the solution, or at least someone to help make the problem smaller. âYou always help.â You add.
âIâm sure most of our coworkers would disagree.â He laughs.
âI never thanked you for earlier today.â You say quietly.
âIt was nothing.â He smiles.
âNo, Ed. Keeping me safe in a life or death situation isnât nothing.â
âIâm sure anyone would have done it.â He argues.
âNo, they wouldnât have.â You tell him.
âIâll always protect you.â He pulls you closer, shifting awkwardly underneath you. âYou know⌠my apartment is always open if you want to sleep with me- I- I mean sleep with me in attendance- I- I mean sleep with each other- I- I mean near each other- you know! In case you have nightmares!â
âI might just have to take you up on that. This is the first night Iâve felt okay enough to be able to maybe go back to sleep afterwards.â You smile, trying not to laugh. You donât want him to think youâre making fun of him. Truthfully you think heâs sweet and funny.
âYou should go back to sleep and since I didnât get to make you dinner Iâll be making you the best breakfast of your life tomorrow.â He beams.
âYou better.â You snuggle into him. Ed is too awkward to suggest you go lay in his bed tonight and youâre too tired to care. You spend the rest of the night on the couch together. You can save the bed for tomorrow night. You know when you wake up in the morning youâll be coming back. It was the most sleep youâve gotten in weeks.
Ed wakes up before you and sneaks off the couch to start breakfast. He truthfully was a very good cook. His own sensory issues with food made him very particular about how itâs prepared. You wake up to the smell of something good in the oven. Ed is nowhere to be seen, but you hear him in the bathroom. Heâs talking. You knew he often talked to himself, but he sounded like he was talking to someone else. Maybe he was on the phone. You were sure you were hearing one half of a conversation.
âI told you we could trust them. They like me for me. They think Iâm a good man.â