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Let Me Take Care Of You (2/?)

A/N: I've made the reader 5'2, because I thought it'd be cute if Egon was a full foot taller than her. Sorry if you aren't that height. Now you can imagine yourself a different size XD. Please comment, and tell me how I can improve. Everything's appreciated. WARNING: Violence, blood, angry Y/N, Peter starts nicknaming people, angst, there's a major make out scene toward the end so if you don't like that skip it. Y/N's POV: "Y/N? Are you there?" His voice no longer had the soothing effect it used to. Now it reminded me of what I didn't have. Of what I had been longing for for my whole life. Ever since I knew about romance, about love and marriage, I knew there was someone for me out there. For the past three years I knew it was him. I was wrong. "W-Wh-" I tried to answer, being cut off by a growling noise. This wasn't on the other line. This was in my bedroom. Where was it coming from...? I tilted my head, gulping inaudibly as I saw eyes blinking. 'Please be another nightmare...' The telephone slipped from my hands as the creature slowly approached. I couldn't see well in the dark, but I could tell it was animalistic. It was hunched over, grunting and groaning. I could hear a popping noise, as if it's bones were slipping in and out of place as it got closer. It had a strange aroma. Not horrible at first but quickly becoming overwhelming and progressively worse. Like skunk, x 500. I tried not to gag, putting my hand over my mouth to steady my breathing. It finally reached the end of the bed. It began pulling the sheets down, causing the telephone to be dragged with it. 'This can't be the last time I talk to him. This can't be the last time I live.' I slowly reached for the bedside table. Egon had given me a fairly large makeshift taser before leaving. It was powered by the same thing that powered the proton packs, just a lot less powerful. It would do enough damage to let me escape. I carefully slipped my hand into the drawer, feeling around for the weapon. "Y/N?" The phone crackled, drawing the beasts attention. Just a little to the right... there! I pulled the taser back into my chest, looking down at it. 'It's gonna make noise when I turn it on...' I looked back up. The bedside I was on, was around eightish feet from the door. If I could stun the beast, get downstairs, sound the alarm, get either Ray or Peter to wake up, hopefully both... 'I'm gonna die.' I let it sink in, nodding slowly to myself. At least I'll go out fighting. Fighting for my life. 'I love you, Egon.' I flicked the switch, keeping a straight face as it made a noise. It wasn't very loud, but in the silence, it couldn't be louder. The beasts head flicked toward you, growling intensifying.

It got closer… closer… Now. I pushed out of the bed, letting out a cry as I leapt toward it. It roared, rearing back it's head as I tackled the monster.

I let out another scream, as one of it's horns stabbed my side. "Y/N!" Egon shouted panic evident in his voice.

I could see it better now. It had bones jutting out of it's back, almost like the spines of a stegosaurus. It's teeth were a foul yellow, jutting out like that of an angler, claws like bear, tail like a snake, and it had the horns of a Texas Longhorn.

The closest description: a bull from hell.

I winced harder, ignoring the blood soaking my shirt as I dodged it yet again. It's horns seemed to be it's primary weapon, it's movements were slow, and two of it's "paws" seemed to have already been injured when it got into the bedroom.

I grabbed the hanging bed sheet, holding it out to the side of me. I figured I resembled a matador. "Come and get me, big boy." I huffed out, watching as it growled louder.

It charged me, planning to ram it's horns into my stomach. I leaped to the side at the last second, letting it run into the sheet instead. I quickly moved behind it as it got it's head tangled in the white material.

I tazed it's neck yet again, ignoring it's yelp as I used that brief pause to wrap the sheet around the horns more securely. I hiked a leg over it's back, making sure my legs were out of reach from the mouth, and grabbed onto the sheet more.

"I honestly think we'd be friends, if you just stopped trying to MURDER ME." I shouted in frustration, as the beast whipped from side to side.

"WE LOOK RIDICULOUS, STEVEN!" Call me crazy, but it made me feel better to name the stupid thing. It snorted, glaring up at me. 'Weird... it's eyes aren't scary at all.' They were dark blue, and slanted. With a shine to it, no demon could have. It looked.. alive.

It started shaking it's head to and fro, bucking up, trying to kick me off. The door kicked open, Peter standing in the frame.

"Y/N! Why are you riding the monster bull?!" "IT WAS THE SAFEST OPTION I HAD, PETER!" Ray stumbled into him, holding the gun. 'I feel woozy...'

--Two Days Later--

Blackness. A void. I've been engulfed in it for the past... how long have I been out? I don't remember Peter and Ray trapping Steven, but I do remember slipping off the creature after a couple minutes of wrestling with it.

Blood loss, I assume. That sucker stabbed me pretty good. I've been in and out of it since that night.

The night Egon officially broke me, the night I threw caution to the wind and actually tackled a monster. "How.....has........out?" What was that?

I felt a hand touch my knee, rubbing it a little. "Two……seems…healing." I don't think I'm hearing properly.

Suddenly a bright light pierced the void, causing me to blink rapidly. Oh. I woke up. The wind blew lightly, the window allowing the air in. It was a nice summer... afternoon. What day was it?

I looked around the room sleepily. Peter and Janine. "Oh look, Miss Matador is awake." Peter snickered, coming to stand by the bed I was in. Not my bedroom, I noted. Wait... I know this room.

I sat up, wincing as I gripped my torso. "Whoa, whoa, cowgirl!" "Be careful, darling, you got hurt pretty bad." Janine, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently pushed you back down.

"Why am I in here?" My voice croaked. "In where?" "D-Don't act stupid with me, Peter." "Ouch. You win one fight and you start pushing me around." "Why am I in Egon's room, of all rooms?"

I looked between the two, anger rising. Janine passed me a glass of water. I took a few gulps before putting it on the table next to me. I didn't want to deal with this. Not now. Preferably, not ever.

"Y/N..." Janine tried to start of gentle, Peter seemingly not noticing her tone. "Look, Vaquera. You've been out for two days." My eyes widened at that.

"Ray and I didn't come up because of the noise. We actually didn't hear it until we got outside your door. Egon called us, shouting very loudly, and honestly incoherently, before we realized you were in danger." I looked up at him, still confused.

"You were getting loopy on the back of that beast. Blood loss was making you loose conscience. It bucked you off, you hit your head on the wall, and it knocked you out. The proton packs worked on it, but the trap... didn't. We managed to knock it out, and currently it's caged in the lab."

"Wait, wait..." I sat up slowly this time, leaning back on the headrest. "Steven ain't paranormal?" Peter snickered. "Steven? You named your attacker?" "We got in a heated argument, I needed something to yell at him."

"You sound like a m-" "Back to the topic at hand. Steven ain't paranormal?" I repeated the question. "We're... not sure. We haven't taken any tests yet." I tilted my head, confused. "Why?"

Janine smiled, pityingly, as she rubbed my knee again. "Egon immediately got in the car after we hung up on him. He drove straight here, only stopping for gas. He got here yesterday... hasn't left your side since."

I snorted, shaking my head. 'Yeah, right, like he'd be that worried.' "He's gonna start working on the tests soon." "That's a twenty-two hour road trip." I stated, disbelievingly.

"Yep." Peter popped the 'p' smirking down at me. "Well... if he hasn't left my side, where is he now?"

"We finally got him to go take a shower." My eyes narrowed. 'Why does he have to be so confusing?' I looked to my right, noticing the disturbed sheets, the wrinkled pillow. "...Janine?"

"You heard Peter. He hasn't left your side. He's been right next to you for..." She checked her watch. "Fifteen hours." I let out a breath, sliding back into my laying position. "This is a lot..."

The door swung open before anyone could respond, a 6'2 dreamboat standing where it used to be. His hair was still wet, his eye bags dark and purple. He had a slight stubble, and the anxiety in his demeanor was clear.

His eyes were looking at the floor when he first came, they slowly flickered up. They widened in surprise, noticing I was awake.

"Y/N!" He smiled, rushing to the bed. He never smiled for anyone else... The memories came rushing back. Him saying he couldn't love you. Him saying he doesn't want to take care of you.

He reached out for me, aiming for my right hand. I recoiled a little from him, not wanting to increase the ache in my heart. His eyebrows furrowed, his own hand drawing back toward himself.

Something flashed in his eyes, before disappearing. Again. He always made it hard for me to read him. "We'll leave you two to talk..."

Janine patted my shoulder before dragging Peter out of the room, closing the door behind themselves. Egon stood awkwardly, next to where Janine had been sitting.

"Is it... feeling better?" I snorted, letting my eyes shut as I sat back up. "Is what feeling better?" I asked for clarification, eyes blinking back open as I stared back at him.

His eyebrows were still furrowed, still confused. 'Oh, you aren't gonna answer?' I glared into his coffee brown eyes, my own Y/E/C showing the flaming anger rising inside of me.

"I've sustained multiple injuries, Egon. Which are you asking about?" He responded then. He took a step closer, eyes raking up and down, looking me over.

I leaned away from him, not sure what he was gonna do. "It didn't just get your stomach? Where else did you get injured?" I didn't think I'd ever heard him be so worried. It almost made my wall waver.

I scoffed, whipping the sheets off me. I took a mental note of the clothes I was in. Tight leggings, and a very long plaid shirt. The sleeves rolled up. Egon's plaid shirt.

I slowly slid out of the bed, refusing his help. I took a small moment to gather my balance, before looking back up at his towering stature.

He stood a full foot taller than me, but I wasn't scared. I've gone up against worst. "You don't even realize you're doing it, do you?!" I rose my voice, stepping closer to him.

He took a small step back, surprised at my advances. "I want to! We've been playing some weird 4D chess, Y/N, and frankly I don't know what I did to make you so angry!"

His voice rose too, making the flame of my anger blaze hotter. "Oh, you don't?" I asked quietly, fists balling. I paced back and forth, running a hand through my hair. "Fine. Fine, I'll spell it out for you Spengler." "Thank you."

I glared at him, wanting to smack him upside the head. "Two years ago, I all but confess my love for you, and you say you 'can't'. What the hell does that mean?! You can't what?! Love me?! Am I that difficult to LOVE?!"

It turns into shouting as I poke his chest, finally letting everything out. He blinked rapidly, realization settling on his face as he back up farther. "Y/N, no, that's not what I mea-"

"I was on the verge of breaking, Spengler. But instead of you giving me space, letting me at least attempt to move on, you wedge yourself into my life even deeper. Making me dependent on you."

I took another step closer to him, nostrils flaring as I think of all the emotional turmoil he's put me through these past three years.

"I figured having you as a friend was better than nothing. But no, you didn't act like a friend. You acted as if we were a thing. You promised to take care of me."

Another step, closer and closer forcing him toward the wall. "And then you run off to Florida, which I understood. But you became my crutch. I couldn't sleep without you. The night I call you for your soothing voice, for comfort, for anything, you abandon me."

I spat the words out like venom. He flinched, eyes never leaving my own as I finally backed him to the wall.

"I come to you in my moment of need, and what did you say? 'I take back what I said two years ago'? You take back what, wanting to care for me? Wanting to protect me? Well congratulations, Spengler!"

I was less then a foot from him, voice finally lowering. "I'll no longer be your nuisance. You're free." I went to move away, and that seemed to snap whatever was holding him back from speaking.

"Y/N-" He grabbed my elbow, pulling me back to him. "Egon, I swear to God, if you don't let me-" He did the one thing I never expected him to do.

His lips smashed onto mine, hands moving from my elbows to my hips, pulling me toward him. My eyes widened as he whipped us around, caging me to the wall this time.

He continued kissing me, not giving me any room to pull away. Not that I would. His stubble scraped wonderfully against my own cheeks, causing my eyes to roll back.

He made me weak, my knees feeling like they were giving out, and making me grateful he was holding me to the wall.

I slowly kissed him back, opening my mouth when his tongue lightly swiped my bottom lip. We wrestled for dominance, him eventually winning.

It was magical, breathtaking, everything I had been dreaming of since I first saw him. 'Why is he doing this to me?' I questioned everything, but I knew this would be the one time I could do this.

I kissed back with everything I had, sucking his tongue into my mouth, hands cupping his jaw as I tried to pour all the love I felt into the kiss.

I moaned loudly into his mouth, causing him to grunt. It got more and more passionate, him grinding me up against the wall, my leg wrapping around one of his.

He slowly pulled back, looking down at the stream of saliva connecting our mouths. "What was that?" I ask breathlessly, hands still on his jaw, his still on my hips.

His grip tightened, pulling me even closer toward him. "Why can't you see?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing yet again. It made him look like a puppy.

'Damn it, why does he have to be so attractive?' "See what...?"

The pressure from his fingers were comforting, tugging me toward him.

"Why can't you see that I'm in love with you?" word count: 2,591

#egon spengler #egon x reader #female reader #angst #janine melnitz #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #peter venkman #grinding #make out #ghostbusters #monster #no beta we die like men

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howdyhowby · 2 years

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Let Me Take Care Of You (1/?)

A note from the author: Hey, y'all! This is my first attempt at a fanfic and first post on this Tumblr. Please be patient with me as I work on being a better writer. This WILL be a series so stay tuned, I don't know how long it'll go on for, but I won't abandon it. Thank you for reading, have a great day :) WARNING: Nightmares, angst, hurt/comfort, slight sexual themes (just attraction not smut), blood, injuries. This will turn into smut in later chapters, I'm warning you ahead of time. If there's anything else tell me so I can add it.

Your eyes blinked open, your body already in a sitting position as you panted. Another nightmare, another night without him. Your nightmares became regular a couple of years ago. You had been hired by the Ghostbusters, to help out Janine Melnitz. You didn't have an exact job title, just helping whenever you can. When Janine had mostly everything under control, the Ghostbusters decided to let you tag along. It started off at first as staying inside the Ecto-1 while they trapped their ghost, you took notes, and drove them back to the firehouse when they were too tired to do it themselves. Then they started letting you out of the Ecto-1. You wanted to trap ghosts and fight alongside your friends, but that wasn't the main reason you wanted to help them out. It wasn't because you dreamed of fighting ghosts as a kid, or you had to get revenge for a family member. It wasn't anything exciting, or even reasonable. It was because you had an enormous crush on Egon Spengler. His shy demeanor, glasses, and tall frame. The way he was content in just his science, brushing off Janine and other women's touch so he could get back to whatever experiment he had. It is adorable, he is adorable. While he brushed off other women, your touch seemed to always be welcome. You were definitely touchy when it came to the man you loved, and while you tried to hold back so as to not freak him out or make him uncomfortable, you couldn't stay away entirely. A touch here, a hand on his shoulder there, the drag of your fingers across his hand as you took something he was giving you. You didn't know how to be more obvious without shouting it in his face, "I'm in love with you!" The feelings only grew with how often you went with them, how many hours you spent cleaning up his wounds, and him returning the favor. And yet, no matter how much time passed, he continued to remain indifferent. And it hurt. The first few weeks of your nightmares you had hidden them, embarrassed that you couldn't be as strong as the boys. They never complained about night terrors, never seeking comfort from the wars raging in their heads. It seemed like you were alone. That is, until week 3. You had eyebags, your hair all over the place, as you stumbled into the kitchen. Your pajama pants dragged as you took down a glass from the cabinet. You took a quick swig, sighing. "Y/N?" You jumped, dropping the cup. You stared in horror at the broken shards, breathing heavily as you looked up at the new presence. 'Egon... great.' "Oh!" He took a step back, trying to avoid the glass. "Don't... don't move." He left for a couple minutes, before coming back with a broom. He began sweeping, being careful around my feet, before dumping the dustpan's contents into the trash. "Thanks.." you mumbled awkwardly, shuffling a little. He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. "What are you doing up?" "Um.." You took a step back, trying to think of a lie. 'Ow, what the hell was that?'

You looked down, frowning as a brownish-red liquid started spreading across the tiled floor. There was a piece of glass he had missed, behind you. Now in you. He followed your gaze, eyes widening. Without a word, he picked you up bridal style and began walking out of the kitchen. "Egon!" You yelped, arms instinctively wrapping around his neck and shoulders. You felt your cheeks warming as he continued toward the staircase that led to his lab. "I-It needs to be cleaned, and.. and you shouldn't walk on it. Sorry if I'm overstepping." He stuttered, not remaining eye contact with you. "It's okay... you know you don't have to me so..." I didn't know how to finish that sentence, as he carefully placed me on the lab table. "So?" He looked at me expectantly, finally looking into your eyes. "So... restrained?" I said, more of a question than an answer. "We're friends, Egon. You're not a stranger. I don't mind you sweeping me off my feet." I let out a small laugh. He gave a half-smile, worry still evident on his face.

"I know, I just don't want to hurt you." He mumbled, nearly incoherent as I strained to hear it. He brought out the first-aid kit, getting to work on your foot. "This is gonna sting a little." He warned before pouring saline on your wound. You inhaled, blinking your eyes shut. It only took a couple minutes to clean and dress your foot, Egon insisting you stay seated. "Egon, I can walk, it was only a little piece of glass." "That wasn't little, Y/N." "Are you kidding me? It was itty bitty!" They continued to bicker for a couple minutes. You felt weak enough around him, you didn't want to look like you couldn't hand a small injury. You began to get up, not listening to his rambles on infection and pain and whatever else he was spewing out to try and convince you. Suddenly, two arms caged you in. His hands were first on the table, thinking that was enough to keep you there. You hesitated, a blush rising to your cheeks as you looked up at him. His face was not even half a foot away as he stared down into your eyes. "Stay." He whispered. Your heart rate increased, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you glanced down toward his lips. Every fantasy comes to the forefront of your mind. You shifted your hips uncomfortably, trying to adjust yourself as arousal began flushing toward your core. Egon must've mistaken it for you trying to get off the table, yet again, and moved his hands to your hips. "Let me take care of you." He whispered again, moving one hand to your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "O-Okay..." His face slowly went into a frown, confusing you. His thumb moved from your cheek to under your eye. "Your eyebags have gotten deeper, Y/N. Please, tell me what's been going on." He asks. He noticed them last week, making a comment on how you need to get some sleep. "It's nothi-" "Don't lie." "I'm not ly-" "Let me take care of you." He said again, almost sounding like begging. I hesitated, leaning forward a little as I rested my head on his shoulder. There's no point in keeping it hidden. You've already been compromised, why try to keep up the facade of courage? "I've been... having nightmares." "...about?" About losing you "About losing y'all. Ray, Peter, Winston... you..." "Oh." His grip on your hip tightened, his other hand moving toward your hair. You felt more relaxed than you have in weeks, his presence calming you down. His scent flooded your senses, slowly lulling you. And you decided you wanted more. He was already in between your legs, so you wrapped them around him, tugging him a little closer. "Y/N-" "Shh..." You leaned back up, moving your own hands to his face.

You knew if you looked down, you would see how embarrassingly close you two were, and you loved it. "I.. I've been having nightmares about you." "Me?" He asked, surprised. "About losing you. I don't want to lose you, Eegs. I don't know what I'd do without you." "Y/N.." His face went blank. You knew what this was. He always tried to remain unreadable, unfeeling. "I know you know." It's obvious you love him. He couldn't not know. You didn't say the three words, too afraid to push him farther. You leaned your forehead against his, not going any farther. You could wait for him to say the three words. "I... I can't, Y/N." 'Oh.' It stung worse than you thought it would. You know how sometimes you can hear your heartbeat? Well, right now you could hear it cracking. Shattering, even. He didn't love you. It all meant nothing to him. You meant nothing to him. Rapidly blinking, you tried not to recoil away from him, "Oh..." "I didn't want to hurt you, I thought I was clear in how I acted." You smiled, looking more like a grimace, trying to ease his panic. On the outside: you looked tired, worn out, but understanding. On the inside: you were tired, worn out, and about to double over from heartache. Far from understanding anything. 'Clear? Only letting you in his lab, only letting you touch him, only letting you get close. That was clear? What does he mean by CLEAR?'

"I understand." You would. Eventually. But as of now, you couldn't be around him much longer before you broke down in tears. You untangled your legs from his waist, failing to notice his look of disappointment. You tried to gently push him away, but it came out more of a shove as you hopped down from the table. You bit your lip, both to keep your composure and not curse out in pain. 'He was right about the foot...' You started limping toward the doorway, surprised when he stepped in front of you. "Egon... please." "No, just listen. I.." He stopped when you made eye contact with him. "I what?" You asked, a little impatiently. "...I want to help you. You aren't alone, Y/N. Please, if the nightmares continue, promise me you'll come to me." Your brain short-circuited, to say the least. "What?" He moved a little closer again, an arms-length away now. "If... when these nightmares continue, come find me. Wake me up, join me in the lab, I don't care if you interrupt what I'm doing. Just promise me you won't suffer them alone. I.. I want to be there for you." "Egon, you don't have to feel obligated to try and fix me. It's not your fault you can't love me." Some weird emotion flashed through his eyes before disappearing. You continued, "I don't need you to take care of me." "I know you don't... but I want to."

"Why!?" You finally asked, your voice rising, confusion taking over. He remained silent, stepping even closer. He pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back. "Do you not... want my help?" He muttered, hands halting his comforting strokes. You laughed a little bitter, shaking your head as you buried your face in his chest. He smelled earthy. Like dirt, aftershave, and the overwhelming scent of him. It stung, realization sinking in. You couldn't have him. He wasn't yours. He didn't want you. "Egon..." You looked up at him. "Of course, I want your help. I just don't want you to be uncomfortable. I don't want to force myself on you." He frowned deeper, moving his hand back to my face. I moved my hand on top of his, leaning deeper into his touch, visibly welcoming him. 'You feel like home.' I thought to myself as we stared into each other's eyes. His brown, warm, puppy dog eyes. "You're not forcing yourself on me. I want to take care of you." You nodded hesitantly. If you couldn't have him romantically, you could settle for friendship. You would have to settle for friendship. You didn't think you could last without Egon Spengler in your life. "Okay. I'll let you take care of me.". And so it began. Hours every night, waking from the terror of your dreams, to scuttle downstairs and into the lab. You would usually bring hot cocoa from the kitchen, sit down on his couch, and watch him work. Or, sometimes, he'd join you on the couch. Just holding you. That only happened when you came down in tears. Sometimes the nightmares would be too much, and you'd come stumbling in, choking back sobs. He would drop everything to hold you, bringing you to the couch, pulling a blanket over the two of you. He would never ask you questions, never make you relive it. He would just hold you on his lap, comforting you with actions instead of his words. Your favorite moments were when you were beginning to drift off again, and he'd whisper to himself, thinking you were already asleep. "I'm here... I've got you."

Present Day --two years after the flashback-- So here you were, alone in your bed, heart aching for him. Tears running down your cheeks, eyes wide from fear. You had never talked of your love for him after that night, after he shot you down. But ever since he had been comforting you, it only grew. You became dependent on him. You needed him. You never told the others about your terrors, and he didn't either. He respected you. He cared for you. Even if he couldn't love you, wouldn't love you, you felt loved. The illusion was better than the harsh reality. They were called in to investigate some paranormal activity at the old Roberts' Mansion, just a couple miles outside of the city. They discovered a link to it in Florida. Some ghost who was murdered by one of the Roberts boys' back in 1808. Of course, they took a road trip. Egon and Winston, leaving Ray and Peter here to cover the local ghosts. And now you had to wait for him, agonizingly, for 2 whole weeks, because some stupid ghost couldn't keep to itself. You had just awoken from a nightmare. Your eyes blinking open, and your body already in a seating position. He said you could call him. That he wouldn't mind. That he would pick up, any time of the night and day.

You hadn't spent a night without him since... since the night you cut your foot. At times you felt you annoyed him, but he was always quick to show you you didn't. Was it weird? Yes, it was. You didn't understand why he acted the way he did. He told you he couldn't love you, couldn't bring himself to do so, and yet he treated you like... like you mattered to him. Like you were more than just a friend. You sighed, knowing you were seeing everything through rose-colored glasses. 'Why would he love me? He deserves so much more...'. I looked over at the clock. 3:48 AM. Would he be awake? Would he be angry if you called? When the clock turned 4:12, and you still couldn't fall asleep, you decided to call him. You leaned over the bedside table, dialing the number and pulling the phone up to your face. You settled back against the backboard of the bed, curling the phone cord around your finger. The phone ringed thrice before someone picked up. "Hello?" A deep, confused, and rough voice said on the other line. It made your heart flutter, and your brain calm down. He could fix everything with a single word. That beautiful, smooth, and gentle voice of his. "Hey, Egon..." You heard shuffling on the other end. "Y/N.. it's nice to hear your voice." You can hear the small smile he must be making. You sniff quietly, looking around the room. You feel the shadows crawl, the drapes blow, the eery silence. "Egon, I-I... I'm scared." You admitted wiping the tears off your cheek.

"I wish I could be there for you." He finally muttered, sounding solemn. "Don't do that. Don't feel bad. You are here for me, Eegie. Even when you don't have to be, you're always here... thank you." You don't know it, but he smiles at the nickname. "I know. I just wish I could be there in person." "Another week?" "Just a little under. 6 days and counting..." He paused for a moment. "5 days and counting. Didn't realize the time." He finished with a small chuckle. "Sorry..." You say bashfully, starting to feel better. "...I hope I didn't wake you up." "I've been awake for hours." "I know." "You know?" "Your voice gets deeper the longer you've been awake." "It... does?" You blush covering your face with your hand. You wanted to tell him the truth, the whole truth, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it. How do you tell someone ' 'Your voice gets deeper, sexier, as the hours go on. I dream of it in my sleep, I long for it while I'm awake. I long for you day in, day out.' '? You don't. Not when they don't feel the same. "...yeah." You respond awkwardly. You can hear him breathing on the other end, thinking, pondering how to respond. "Y/N, I need to tell you something." "You do?" "I... I shouldn't be doing this over the phone." "It's okay Egon, tell me." "I..." You lean forward on the bed, anxious for his response. "...I take back what I said two years ago." That was the moment you shattered completely. Take it back? His promise? He didn't want to take care of you? You were a burden to him. Anger, pain, and sorrow swirled in your veins, leaving you speechless. Not anger at him, no, never at him. Anger at yourself. You pushed him too far, were too clingy, too hopeful. "Y/N? Are you there?" His voice rang in your ears, no longer soothing. It was like pouring whiskey on a dumpster fire. Egon's POV:

I waited for a couple minutes, not sure what was happening. Why wasn't she responding? This was supposed to be a happy moment. I was confessing my love and she... wasn't glad. Was I too late? Did I wait too long to tell her how I felt? Did she move on long ago, and I've been chasing after her like an abandoned puppy? It hurt even to think about. Her, with another man. Someone else holding her, someone else getting to love her. To treat her how she deserves to be treated. To grow old with her, and father her children. I couldn't handle the silence anymore. I needed an answer. I needed to know if I could finally call her mine because I had been hers for so so long. "Y/N? Are you there?" I stuttered out, desperate for a response, any response. She waited only a few seconds this time, finally speaking. "W-Wh-" I heard the phone drop, the sound of rustling. I waited... "Y/N?" and waited... then suddenly: Screams.

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