#if you asked anyone else on any other platform they'd know a completely different one

[chaos-of-the-endless]

Since tumblr decided to be a bitch and delete ask I'll send mine again

With quantum leap ending soon I'm very hyperfixiated on Ian especially with all the good outfits they've been wearing So may I ask for Ian Wright x male reader I feel like Ian definitely needs someone especially after a certain episode 13 I don't want to spoil for anyone but you know what I mean chaos give me Reader comforting Ian back at their home

The outfits are killer! The dress in the last episode nearly unalived me.

This one was so cute! I was absolutely feeling this after the finale! I hope its what you had in mind ❤️❤️❤️

Ian stood, hands resting against the kitchen counter, arms stretched to their capacity as they watch their coffee machine stream out a second pods worth of coffee in that one giant cup they'd squeezed onto the platform. They were seemingly mesmerised by the flow of the liquid, so much so, that they couldn't tear their eyes away from it as their mind both simultaneously raced, but was completely devoid of any cohesive thoughts.

It was speed thinking scenarios. They where running down every single other path of what could happen next, might happen next, and definitely will and won't, happen next.

The coffee machines comforting hum came to a stop, and the lever clicked back, making them jump out of their trance.

They took their coffee, added their metric shit ton of sugar, and shuffled back to the sofa with their favourite knitted blanket around their shoulders.

The sound of a key entering their door from this side of it, was still a jarring enough noise for Ian to lurch forward on the sofa at a speed that caused a tsunami over the side of their cup, just enough to drip coffee on their favourite blanket, which made them cuss under their breath.

"Hey" You call out, having unknowingly caused a small mug disaster.

"What are you doing here?!" Ian called back, clearly frustrated with something that couldn't have been your presence, not so soon after walking into the room.

"Are you okay?" You ask after a moment of taking in the sight before you.

"No, I'm not, thanks to you and your... Noisy key ... I have another wash load this week. It's going to smell of coffee now for the rest of time."

"Don't you ~like coffee?"

"There's a difference between ~liking coffee, and wanting your favourtie blanket to smell of the stuff for the rest of fricking eternity!" Their voice was getting louder... and a little bit more growl like with every passing second.

You have been in a relationship with this person for long enough to know that when the little things start to bug them, they are stressed to the max. Sitting down beside them, you take their coffee for them, placing it down on the table, before taking their hands in yours, prying them off of the blanket slowly.

"Ian.... Ian, baby.... look at me." You say softly, taking a breath and tapping their hand for them to take notice, and do the same. A little code you'd both put in place. Reluctantly, they follow your lead, but with every breath they took, their eyes filled with more and more tears, until they where eventually cascading down their cheeks without a single sound.

"It's not going to get any better." They sobbed out eventually, to which you wrapped your arms around their yarn cucooned body, and kissed their temple.

"I know you can't tell me everything - but I know, that on this one, rare occasion? You're wrong, sweetheart. That team of people have the most incredible techie on this planet... The most empathetic and kind, but also, the most hyper intelligent... that's a lethal combination, right there." You chuckle out a little sound, just to make them feel better in the smallest of ways.

"If I can't do this ... If I can't figure it out... Ziggy goes to shit, and my friends go the same way." While they hadn't divulged everything to you, they'd let you in more than they ever had anyone else. They knew the probability of holding onto a relationship without doing so was very slim - they didn't need Ziggy to tell them that.

"Just... Try to stay calm, okay?"

"Does that ever really help ~anyone? I'm on the brink of an existential crisis and a liiiittle bit of a mental breakdown, I'm just attempting to lean into this time, if that's alright." Their sass was actually hilarious most of the time but it sometimes could reflect their frustrations with the world - on top of the rest of it.

"That's .... fair.." You chuckle, your hand on their back rubbing firmly, but gently, staying silent for the longest time, your other hand squeezing tight, which made their body instantly relax into yours, flopping to the side and resting their head against your shoulder. A grounding touch never failed.

"Words are cheap to Ian, huh?" You grumble into their hair where you found yourself nuzzling while you matched their level of sass, it was one of the things they loved about you.

"Asshole." They mumble, but with the slightest of smiles.

"I'll take that. I deserve it."

"No... No you don't. I love you. You know I do."

"I do. It's a damn good job, because I brought us home chinese food and I was kinda hoping we could have a few rounds of Mortal Kombat." You reply with a smile as you find your strong fingers massaging into the palm of their elegant hands,

"hmmmm...ummmhumm... Can I fight as Jade?"

"Fuck yes. I'd be disappointed if you didn't chose the character you kick my ass with every time." You laugh.

"Hmmmmm" They pondered "In that case... both of those things ~would ease some tension."

"I know a few other tricks for that later, too.."

"You do? What would those be, loverboy?"

"Words are cheap, Ian baby." You snark with a soft laugh.

"I fricking love you, Asshole." They laughed gently.