#egon spengler oneshot
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Never Listen To Venkman
Egon Spengler x Reader
(With platonic!Peter Venkman)
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 one’s 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. I’ve loved Egon since I was a little kid. I can’t believe I’ve 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 you’d like. Anyone is allowed to relate and see themselves in the reader wether they’re 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.
“What are you doing here? I thought you were going on a double date with Winston while Ray and Egon were at the movie.” 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 they’d found last month when Vigo was trying to take over. While Vigo’s slime was pink in color, this slime was blue and had a more viscous consistency.
“Oscar had a fever, so Dana and I decided to cancel. She thinks he’s getting his first tooth.” Peter smiles. Despite the jokes he’s made and the amount of times he’s said he was nowhere near ready to be a father, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t happy being back with Dana again and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love Oscar just as much as he loved her.
“Did Winston still go?” You ask.
“Oh, yeah. He’s probably back in her apartment with the bed rocking as we speak. No way he’s coming home tonight.” Peter laughed at his own joke as you cringe.
“You’re disgusting.” You roll your eyes.
“What are you up to tonight? Got a hot date with a slime? Not too different from your usual dating life.” He chuckles.
“You’re such a dick, Venkman. I figured while everybody was out tonight I’d try to find out SOMETHING about this new slime. Egon and I have been studying it for two days and we have literally nothing.” You gesture to the blue goo on your desk.
“Do you need help?” He asks.
“Are you offering to help me on your night off?” You ask, shocked.
“I’ve got nothing better to do.” Peter shrugs.
“Are you gonna take it seriously?” You hesitate.
“I’m always serious!” 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 wasn’t some puzzle you had to figure out. He just was. Being with him wasn’t a guessing game the same way it was with Peter.
“Somehow that’s hard to believe, but I could really use your expertise in parapsychology, so I’ll say yes.” You sigh. You know this probably isn’t the best idea, but Peter knows more about this topic than you do. You’d be stupid to reject his help.
“If you’ll be the subject, I’ll run the experiment.” He says, taking out the helmet with wires.
“Okay.” 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.
“Think of a time when you were happy, really happy.” He prompts. Your mind, wandered around the room, trying to think of something, when your eyes landed on Egon’s book sitting on his desk.
It made you think of the first time you realized you had deep feelings for him. While you’d 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 he’d shown you, but writing in the margins is different. When you take notes in a book, you’re not putting on a mask for people to see. Notes in the margins are just for you. There’re 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 didn’t censor himself in his books. He wasn’t quiet in his books. Reading his margins felt intimate.
“You’re thinking about Spengler, aren’t you?” Venkman teases.
“Why would you say that?” You look at him, embarrassed.
“Because you’re in loooooove!” Peter mocks.
“Can we change the subject?” You practically beg.
“Think of a moment where you were uncomfortable.” Peter prompts.
“This conversation.” You fiddle with your fingers.
“No, really. I wanna see how it reacts to discomfort.”
“Fine.” 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 couldn’t 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 wouldn’t help. You couldn’t peel off the glue without peeling off your skin.
“What’s wrong?” Egon looked at you puzzled, and a bit worried.
“Superglue! I- I- I can’t get it off!” 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.
“Look at me, (Y/N). It’s okay. I’ll take off all the residue.” 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.
“See, it’s okay. It’s coming off.” He continues to speak softly, calming you.
“What is that stuff?” You ask.
“I wish I could say it’s some sort of fancy, scientific, protective disinfectant, but as it so happens it’s only nail polish remover.” You both chuckle quietly. “Janine gave it to me the last time I got superglue on something and couldn’t get it off.” He smiles down at your hands, still focused on getting the last little bit off.
“This slime is so different from the mood slime. I thought I saw it let go of a bubble, but it’s mostly doing nothing. I think it might be dead. I think it might be time to bury it in the backyard.” Peter begins to fake sob.
“Knock it off.” You laugh. “What backyard? This is Manhattan!”
“You should try touching it.” Peter suggests.
“Egon, said I should under no circumstances touch it directly, especially while he’s not here.” You inform him.
“Well Egon, is being overprotective. Nothing bad happened when everyone else touched the pink slime and I accidentally ate green slime once.” Venkman says.
“What do you mean accidentally?” You ask.
“It 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 back…” He tries to change your mind.
“You’re sure there were no serious side effects from touching the other slimes?” 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.
“Nothing serious. I grew an extra pinky, but they cut it off.” He jokes.
“Haha, very funny, Venkman.” You roll your eyes.
“Fine.” You sigh, taking a deep breath before plunging your hand into the blue viscous goo. “Oh…This is literally fine.” 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 can’t suck enough air into your lungs. You’re terrified.
“(Y/N)!” 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 don’t want him anywhere near you. You’re slipping away from reality into a deep state of panic and paranoia.
“Please! No!” You sob. It’s the only thing you can manage to get out. You barley recognize Peter anymore. He doesn’t feel like a friend. He feels like a threat.
“Honestly, the movie was quite terrible. Ray stopped for a 99 cent pizza on the corner. What did you- (Y/N)?!” Egon speaks as he enters the room, cutting himself off when he notices you’re in distress.
“Pete, what happened?!” Egon questions once he sees Venkman.
“We were doing an experiment and they touched the goo and they just started freaking out. They won’t let me near them.” Peter tells him, obviously shaken. You hear the two men, but you don’t process them. It’s like you’re underwater.
“This is different from their usual sensory issues. I think they’re having a panic attack.” Egon kneels in front of you. “(Y/N), you’re okay. You’re safe. You’re in the firehouse. I’m here.” He tells you slowly.
“I- I can’t breathe!” You gasp for air.
“Your 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. In…and out. Nice and slow.” He prompts. “Peter, I need latex gloves and towels.” Venkman could have made multiple jokes about Egon’s command, but looking at you this way made him uneasy. It wasn’t 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. “Peter, we need to get them into the decontamination shower.”
“No!” You gasp between sobs.
“Come, on. I’ll go with you. We can get all the plasma off of you.” Egon speaks softly, but with a gentle urgency, as he tries to coax you to the shower. You shake your head no. “Are you against touch right now?” He asks.
“They did not like when I touched them.” Venkman warns.
“Only you-“ You break out in a sob. It doesn’t even cross your mind that you may be offending Peter by only wanting Egon. Luckily he’s 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.
“Aren’t you worried about getting that stuff on you?” Venkman questions, worried Egon will shutdown like you.
“I’m getting in the decontamination shower anyway.” Egon shrugs, turning to you. He takes your hand in his, softly rubbing the top with his thumb.
“But- but your clothes will get all wet!” You sob. You knew Egon had his own sensory issues. You’d 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.
“Try not to worry about me right now. I just want you to focus on your breathing. I can always change my clothes.” He smiles. While it hurts him to see you so distressed, he was happy to know you cared about his comfort. “Let’s go shower. You can’t leave all that slime on you. I believe it’s worsening your mental state.” You nod, still crying.
“I’ll get them under the shower, I’ll need you to turn it on. Make sure not to touch the slime. I got a minuscule amount on my finger and it’s making me rather anxious. I can only imagine what this amount is doing to them.” Egon tells Peter. He helps you to stand, walking your trembling form over to the shower. “There we go. Just a few more steps. You’re doing wonderfully, (Y/N).” Egon softly attempts to comfort you.
Once you’re 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 can’t stand the feeling of his wet clothes against his body, but he’s 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 you’ll 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 weren’t 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 didn’t have the time or the bandwidth in your brain to think about what the kiss meant. You just wanted to be close to him.
“You’re okay, (Y/N). You’re safe.” Egon tells you. You’re not sure if it’s for your benefit or his. It’s for both, really.
You’re quiet for most of the night, unable to bring yourself to speak. Egon doesn’t mind. He thinks a verbal shutdown is more than understandable after the night you’ve had. After the shower, you follow Egon around the fire station. You don’t want to be alone right now. He doesn’t 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.
“Can- can we just like? Turn around?” You ask. “I’m sorry. If you’re uncomfortable, that’s okay. I just really don’t wanna be alone right now.” You voice is hoarse from crying.
“Of course.” He smiles, turning around.
“I’m decent.” He informs you after a minute of rustling.
“Me too.” You tell him and you both turn around.
“I’m sorry.” You tell him, near tears again. You feel awful for how tonight went. This was supposed to be the boys’ day off. Egon gives you a sad look.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. You were just trying to help. Venkman told me he put you up to it anyway.” Egon sighs.
“I probably shouldn’t have listened to him.” You let out a sad chuckle, one tear slipping past you, down your cheek. You wipe it quickly.
“Never listen to Venkman.” Egon gives a sad laugh.
“At least we figured out what the slime does… Egon, can I ask you a question?” You hesitate.
“Well, you just did, but yes.” He smiles, joking to lighten the mood. You smile at him.
“Why 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.” You question him.
“Isn’t it obvious? (Y/N), I care about you.” You look at him, thinking about the tone in his words. You can’t quite decipher it, but there’s something else there. Is it possible he could feel the same way about you that you feel about him? “You should get some sleep.” He interrupts your thoughts. “If you’d 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.” He adds.
“Only if that’s okay with you.” You hesitate.
“Of course it’s okay with me. I just suggested it.” He smiles.
Once you’re settled into bed, Egon turns off the lights and climbs in next to you.
“Egon, I’m still anxious.” You blurt out into the dark.
“Do you need pressure?” He asks.
“Yes.” You say, hoping he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t 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 doesn’t 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 you’ve crossed the line as friends, but you’re 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 didn’t 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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That, Southern thing
In which reader from the south can smell the rain just before it comes.
Pairing: Ghostbusters x reader.
Warnings: none.
Springtime in New York was always nice, And for the ghostbusters it was certainly something. Having a new recruit is all well, only there’s one small thing about her that the others find somewhat odd. She can smell the rain before it comes.
Y/n was a particular person, had just as much passion in the paranormal just like the others, and a passion for the outdoors and botanics. The others didn’t quite mind, since the few plants around the firehouse simply brightened up the place a little more.
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“Y/n, This isn’t a greenhouse, come on you can’t keep bringing these plants in” “it’s literally a small thing that is going to Egon, it’s literally for him. It’s his.” Y/n retorted to Peter, who watched her go up the stairs and assuming into the lab. Y/n and Egon were going to be spending a little time outdoors, even though it was partly cloudy.
Y/n was in a particularly good mood, and Egon could tell the moment she stepped into the lab. “What’s got you in a good mood today Y/n?” “We’re going outside again, and it’s not that sunny” She said as she handed Egon the small potted plant. He was going to be doing some sort of experiment with the plant and how it would react to the ectoplasmic slime left over from one of their recent busts.
“Oh uh Winston and Ray want to join us, maybe Janine if she isn’t so busy? Is that alright with you?” She asked softly, walking over to his small jars that contained growing fungus. “Sure, but I’m hoping things don’t interfere with what we’re trying to collect” Egon said, moving small things around before leading Y/n back downstairs.
They didn’t really need a coat or anything but Y/n still took a light cardigan sweater in case.
Once they arrived at the park, Y/n went towards the growing bushes that were sporting few flowers here and there. All of the other ghostbusters had decided to join and make it somewhat of a fun day out. The wind was nice and cool but it was starting to become a little more cloudy.
The others watched as Y/n stood up and looked up at the sky, before the familiar earthy scent from back home hit her nostrils. The smell of it made her feel a little bit happier, but she frowned to herself.
“I think we should start heading back, it’s most definitely going to rain in a bit” She started, holding some small flowers as she walked back to the group. “Wait how Can you tell? It’s just cloudy, the sun will come back out” Peter said as he placed his hands on his hips. “You guys don’t smell the rain?…” Y/n asked softly, looking around at the others who had a confused look on their faces before they began shaking their heads.
“Oh-” She said surprised, before a loud strike of thunder was heard. “O-Kay we really should start heading back” Winston said, beginning his walk towards the way they entered. The others following shortly behind.
After that incident, Peter often teased Y/n about it, if not Y/n the others by complete accident. When they catch Y/n outside with her nose in the air and it’s barely clouding over, a small “She’s doing that southern thing again!” Is heard and the others simply just laugh to themselves about it, but most times than not it helps a bunch before the guys go on a bust or coming back from one.
This is literally a small Drabble because I miss the rain, and it’s just too hot that I need it so very much right now. (Yes I am from the south) And like this idea hit me when my grandma and my aunt were talking about hurricane season, and like the faintest smell of the moist dirt before the rain came hit me and I was like ‘I have to write about this’
Anyway. I hope you guys liked this, again it was a small Drabble, a little idea that I needed to get out. But if anything, like, share, reblog whatever, I would so greatly appreciate it. I love you, have a better day, stay safe! BYE!!
#spenglerssweetheart#ghostbusters#egon spengler#writing#winston zeddemore#x reader#ray stantz#harold ramis#peter venkman#imagine#oneshot#fic writing#small drabble
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I Collect Spores, Mold, and Fungus.
Egon Spengler x Fem!Reader
PG, fluff, but also angst. I am a sad person I cannot help myself
Mild cursing, Egon feels undeserving of reader's lauv, bro cries, reader cries, everyone cries, mutual pining but they're painfully unaware
3,428 words
Not proofread bc I'm silly 🤯
This was 100% an impulse write and it was created from the hours of 12-2 AM for a fortnight. Not my best work but I am in love with this silly goofy fellow. Ray is there!!! And mentions of the other guys too! Hope u enjoy ♡
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"So, what kind of hobbies do you have?" I meekly asked, watching Egon work from afar.
"I collect spores, mold, and fungus." He answered without skipping a beat.
I was startled at his quick answer, but responded soon enough that he wouldn't think I was judging him.
"That's quite interesting, actually." I spoke. "Do you have to take care of them like a houseplant, or something?"
Now it was his turn to look startled, glancing up at me for a moment before resuming his work.
"In a way, yes. I observe their progress as they grow and record differences between members of the same species and such."
He adjusted the dial on his microscope and changed the slide.
"Obviously, they're less demanding than a houseplant." He finished.
"I can understand that." I nodded.
"God, it seems like houseplants are allergic to tap water. Only the finest H2O for you, my liege!" I joked, shaking my head.
The corners of his mouth pulled up in a small smile, and I felt my heartbeat quicken at the sight.
A moment of silence passed before I spoke again.
"Fungi sound easier to take care of by a long shot. Do you have any favorite types?"
He paused his research and looked up at me, seemingly amazed again.
I had an apologetic expression and started to stand up from my awkward position on the couch.
"Sorry if I'm bothering you, I can go back upstairs if you'd like-."
"No!" He interjected, wide-eyed.
"Sorry. I just…" He trailed off for a second, analyzing the best way to say what he wanted to.
"I didn't expect you to actually be interested in my hobby." He spoke slowly, as if each word carried more meaning than at face value.
"I didn't think anyone cared."
"Oh, Spengs," I placed my hand on my chest. "I'm sorry. If it means anything, I'm not lying. I really do think it's interesting."
I felt a wave of sadness envelop me as I realized how he'd felt all this time. Reading between the lines, I knew what he really meant.
"I didn't think anyone cared about me."
He swallowed and locked eyes with me, his eyebrows furrowed in sincerity.
"Thank you."
His voice carried heavy emotion, very off-brand for the usually stoic scientist.
Snapping out of his trance, he got up from his desk himself and walked over to me.
"Would you like to see my favorite specimens?" His voice was quiet, very hesitant. Like if he spoke too loudly, I'd disappear.
I smiled up at him, and we made eye contact again.
"I'd love to."
I felt something change between us the moment we looked into each other’s eyes. He let his shoulders relax a little, he smiled a little wider than his typical smirk, and his gaze softened behind those thick glasses. The most insignificant changes meant so much for a man like him. I could tell, though, at that moment, that he trusted me. Somehow, this cold, unsociable man allowed me into his world, a heavily guarded fortress. All because I showed him a little bit of love. And he had no idea how much I had to give him.
After putting on sterile gloves, he carefully took a petri dish from the top rack, closest to the heat lamp, and showed me a funky looking pink fuzz.
"This," He began, a smug look appearing on his face, "Is one of my top three favorite specimens. This is fusarium oxysporum, a type of filamentous fungi that occurs most commonly as a soil-borne pathogen to many plants. This one's a tough specimen; it's survived nearly every experiment I've put it through."
I analyzed it in his hands, admiring the dark magenta color.
"Why is this one of your favorites?" I asked, looking back up at him.
He looked away in embarrassment.
"I like the color." He muttered.
I laughed softly at that.
"I expected a more scientific answer, Dr." I joked.
He sighed and looked for another specimen near the middle racks, and I laughed again at his shyness.
"Ah. There it is." He sported his signature half-smile.
He brought out a piece of a tree branch, and his eyes gleamed.
"This one is terana caerulea, also known as the velvet blue spread. It's a saprobic crust fungus commonly found on the underside of fallen trees in deciduous forests."
"I really like the texture of this one!" I looked at the specimen closely. "It really is like velvet."
"Mhm. This one was the most vivid sample I could find when Ray forced us to go camping upstate a few years back. As you can see, it's been doing pretty well, too."
I snickered at the thought of the boys, especially Egon, going camping. It just didn't sound real.
"And why is this one of your favorites, Dr?" I teased.
He looked down at me and smiled.
"I like the color."
I laughed again, missing the look of adoration he sent me as I did.
"Is it your favorite color?" I asked once I regained my composure.
Looking away quickly to hide the fact he was looking so intently at me, he nodded.
"I guess it is."
I kept that in the back of my mind. Just in case I needed that information someday.
He discarded his gloves, washed his hands and walked back over to his desk, and I followed, standing a polite distance from him. I needed to tell him something.
"Hey, Spengs?" I quietly asked.
He turned around and raised an eyebrow, leaning on the desk.
I fidgeted with the ring on my little finger.
"I really like talking to you, you know. I think you're great."
I paused, looking at the floor.
"I guess it's because you treat me like an equal. I guess more like an actual human being if we're comparing you to Venkman. But, like, I never feel stupid or out of place when I'm around you. It's the opposite, actually. I feel really comfortable around you. You make me really happy, Egon."
I smiled at the ground, feeling as though I'd just run a marathon. My face was terribly overheated, I could feel it. For a second, I regretted this random burst of confidence and wanted to crawl into a hole and rot so maybe he'd collect the fungus growing on my dead body.
I looked up at him for a quick second and saw him with furrowed brows and pursed lips. Tears were threatening to spill over his eyes as he looked away from me.
I automatically assumed the worst and let my arms hang limp at my sides in my shameful retreat upstairs. I did too much.
"Aw, Spengler, I'm sorry -"
I was cut off by the feeling of arms wrapping tightly around my torso in a hug before I could take a step away.
I was shocked. It took me a couple of seconds to realize what was going on and melt into the sensation.
He shook gently in my arms as silent sobs escaped him.
I closed my eyes and whispered sweet nothings to him while rubbing circles on his back. It probably looked a little awkward from an outsider's perspective since he was bent so far over my smaller frame, but I wouldn't have had it any other way.
For a moment, I tried to discard my feelings for him. I told myself he needed me as a friend at that moment, and blinked back a few tears of my own as I realized a friend was all he wanted me as, selfish as it was in that moment.
I tried to calm the fluttering in my heart as he held me even closer and let out a shaky sigh.
"I'm sorry, I should have asked -"
It was my turn to cut him off now.
"Hey, don't be sorry. You're alright. I'm here for you." I spoke softly in the crook of his neck.
He pulled away, to my dismay, and immediately looked at the ground, upset at himself.
"This is completely irrational of me, I'm truly very sorry." He mumbled.
I reached a hand out towards his, silently asking permission to hold it.
He hesitantly took my shaky hand in his cold one.
"I should be the one to apologize, Egon. I brought it up out of nowhere, and it was just weird of me to say. I'm sorry for making things weird. I just wanted you to know that you're appreciated, and I really do think you're worth my attention and time.
He whispered my name.
"You make me happy too." He was still looking down, but a bit of the sadness was erased from his eyes.
"Ever since I met you, you've brought me nothing but happiness in my life. Nobody really tries to understand me like you do. And…"
He slightly tightened his grip on my hand.
"I'm sorry if I ever make it seem like I don't value you. I'm aware that I don't express my emotions as clearly as other people, but I wish I was clearer with you. You are one of my favorite people. You mean a lot to me as a friend."
I felt my heart drop a little at those words, and I looked at the floor. I mentally cursed myself for focusing on the "friend" part, when it was obvious he needed me to be a friend and be there for him right now.
"You mean a lot to me in general." He paused.
"Maybe even beyond friendship." He spoke under his breath. If there had been any other noise, I wouldn't have heard him say it.
I snapped my head up to look at him in shock.
He took off his glasses and wiped away the remnants of his tears with the sleeve of his lab coat, breaking our hand-holding and eye contact.
I couldn't muster up the courage to say anything as he put his glasses back on and looked at me confused.
"Are you alright?" He said my name.
I still couldn't speak, and all I could do was look up at him. Maybe I was hearing things. Swallowing thickly, I broke our eye contact again.
"Shit." He muttered, quickly bringing a hand up over his mouth.
I looked back up at him to see his face creased in worry.
"Did I say that out loud?"
I felt my ears go hot and looked away while nodding.
He hissed a string of profanities and turned around to rummage through the drawers in his desk.
"I'm sorry," He shakily said my name, "I wasn't thinking straight. Please forgive me. It's unlike me to speak without thinking, God I'm an idiot!" He rambled, still looking through his drawers with a prominent redness in his cheeks.
"Did you mean it?" I whispered, effectively snapping him out of his quest.
He made eye contact with me, brows knotted, and opened his mouth like he was going to speak but decided against it. He began to scour the drawers again.
"There it is." He pulled out a small journal and clutched it tightly.
He stared intently down at it, eyes flitting to me occasionally as he spoke.
"I'm not very good at… conversing 'without a script', so to speak."
He cleared his throat.
"I, uh, figured it would be better for me to not… speak… when this situation came around."
He held his lips shut and handed the book towards me with a shaky hand. His eyes were still trained on the book, even though I was looking at him.
I hesitantly accepted the journal from him and looked at him to ask permission to read it. He nodded and leaned against the desk, picking at his fingers in anxiety as I opened it to the first page.
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10/3
We hired a new worker today. She's going to assist Janine in taking calls. I overheard some of the interview walking upstairs to get food, and it seems she's more well-versed in paranormal studies than Janine. I might have to quiz her on that later.
10-27
After getting to know her a little better, I've decided she is worthy of entering my lab. I let her come down today to investigate, and she seemed quite intrigued by the happenings down here. I wonder what she found so fascinating. I couldn't ask her, I'm not sure why.
10-30
It's become increasingly more difficult for me to speak to her about personal affairs. I'm still unsure why. She's easy to get along with, and I seem to be able to converse with her just fine, but I freeze up when she does certain things.
11-2
I've noticed a pattern with the phenomena that triggers my inability to interact with her. I've found that it happens most when she smiles or laughs, gets close to me, makes physical contact with me, etc. The PKE didn't pick up any suspicious readings from her, so maybe there's something wrong with me. I'll run an experiment tomorrow.
11-3
The research shows I'm completely fine, but she still renders me speechless. After work today, she changed into a very flattering dress, saying that she was going out with her friend for drinks. It was, at face value, a regular dress. Though, somehow, it looked stunning on her. I didn't realize I was smiling until she pointed it out. I fear that I might have a different problem than I imagined.
11-15
My problem is most definitely not paranormal. It's biological. She was in the lab again today, helping me with my temperature-related differentiation study with the penicillium species. She comes down here on slow days when Janine tells her she can handle the work. When I moved to take the petri dish out of her hand, I accidentally brushed my fingers with hers and almost dropped the specimen. She was warm, but that wasn't what was alarming to me. I simply enjoyed the feeling. I enjoyed her presence, and I enjoyed her as a person in my life. I liked seeing her happy, and couldn't bear seeing her sad. I realized a simple truth at that moment: she made me happy and I wanted to make her happy too. Irrational it may seem, but she means the world to me.
11-22
I have come to a conclusion. How can I tell her without making a fool of myself? I fear it cannot be done. I can't say my feelings aloud to her. But I need to let her know how much she means to me.
11-23
I'm giving her this journal.
11-27
Since you've come this far in reading this, I want to tell you the facts, since it's easiest for me to think in a logical way. After running some studies on myself, i've come to some conclusions. When I make physical contact with you, my heartbeat quickens an average of 15%. After a prolonged interaction with you, I've recorded that the dopamine levels in my brain rise around 3 pg/ml. I find that when you're gone, I think about you around 2 times per minute; sometimes more, sometimes less. It's so comfortable for me to live in the analytical, logical world, but oftentimes you make me want to forget the science. You've made me feel things I just cannot explain. You have made me smile more than I have in years. I just feel happier with you, I don't know how to explain it. I have this irrational yearning for you. I want to see you happy, and I want to be the cause for your happiness. I want to be near you and see you at all times so I never forget how beautiful you are. I want to touch you, to be close to you so you can fill me with the warmth you bring in my heart. That, I can't explain. Therefore, logical or not, the signs point to one clear idea. I am in love with you. I felt you needed to know. I couldn't keep making excuses for my strange behavior. Thank you for reading this.
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I closed the journal and felt a tear drip off my face. Wiping my eyes, I didn't realize I'd been crying until I felt the cold wetness against my fingertips. I sat there for a minute, collecting my thoughts and composure, and set the book down on Egon's desk.
Without a second thought, I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him. This time, not bothering to be reserved with my emotions. I held him to me as tight as I could and felt euphoric by his reciprocal. I closed my eyes and let myself enjoy the feeling like I was on cloud nine.
Breathing in his scent one last time, I pulled away slightly and looked up at him. I probably looked like shit, but I didn’t care.
"I love you, too." I smiled.
He breathed out a sigh of relief and we went right back to our embrace.
I giggled, thinking about how nervous he was to not mess anything up. He was always so considerate of me. I didn't know why I never realized it. Then again, I guess he didn't realize it either.
He muttered my name, and I pulled away again to look at him, though I'd have stayed entwined with him forever if I could.
"Thank you." He smiled softly at me.
I reached for his hands and held them level with my shoulders as I leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.
He blinked a couple times and looked away shyly, a rose tinge washing over his cheeks and ears. I could only giggle at how adorable he looked at that moment. I never wanted to stop kissing him.
He pulled away, still smiling, and shut off his machinery for the evening. I reached for the journal again and smiled, thinking of the unspoken words in there. I learned that he was not a man of few words, rather, he just didn't voice his thoughts aloud. What he did say aloud was always the most meaningful or efficient of his thoughts.
"It's late." He spoke softly, turning around to face me. "You should get some rest."
I rolled my eyes.
"And you shouldn't?"
"I can function on an hour of sleep, thank you very much." He teased.
"Tell you what, Dr. I'll sleep if you sleep." I raised my eyebrows in mock defiance.
"There's no way to hold each other accountable for that, you know. You could be lying and stay up another few hours."
I clicked my tongue and pointed at him.
"That's exactly what someone who isn't about to sleep would say."
He shook his head with a half-smile.
"What, do you plan to hold me accountable somehow? Make me pay if I don't follow your bidding?"
I cocked my head, pretending to think about it.
"Doesn't sound half bad, actually. Renowned scientist Egon Spengler groveling at the feet of a woman who wants him to sleep."
He laughed, the sound I love so much. Then, an idea popped into my head. I slowly let my grin grow like a Cheshire cat.
"What if I did hold you accountable?"
He narrowed his eyes on me in confusion.
"If you crash at my place, I'd know you aren't cheating."
His eyes widened, and he suddenly took off his glasses to inspect them so as to break our eye contact.
But he didn't refuse.
I slowly stepped closer to him and took the glasses out of his hands to make him look at me again.
"What do you say, Spengs?" I innocently batted my eyelashes at him.
He looked away and swallowed, clearly flustered.
"You can say no." I spoke in a more serious tone, handing him back his glasses.
He put them back on and looked down at me with a surprising amount of confidence in his eyes, demeanor, and voice.
"Deal." He muttered.
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We left the station shortly after, quietly conversing on our way out. Ray was still working on the Ecto-1 and squinted up at us from the car. His eyes widened when they landed on our entwined hands, and the cigarette almost fell out of his mouth in a shocked expression.
Egon turned around briefly and gave him a look I couldn't figure out. Ray nodded in acceptance and went back to work, whispering a "good night, you two," probably not to wake Peter "Sleeping Beauty" Venkman upstairs. With a wave and a smile, we exited the premises.
He fell asleep first.
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A/n: oh my days writing this HEALED me. I've been in a tough situation with someone irl for a couple months and it just killed any semblance of happiness I believed still lived in me. Like seriously I try to play it off bc I'm cool but it made me really sad. AND COMBINED W SCHOOL I JUST. seething. But I'm back!!! And fictional men are helping me regain my hope for humanity (and maybe men). Sorry for the long break, but I am back on my bullshit now 😈
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“good morning, dr. spengler..”————————————————-
a/n: WOOOOO my first EVER oneshot! excuse how terrible this may be, the last time i remember writing anything related to oneshots/fanfics was when i was about 11? soo if this is terrible then my sincerest apologies 😭
this is essentially an introduction between (Y/N) and Spengs, after you call for a Ghostbuster to come check out a paranormal experience happening in your home, and it just happens to be Egon.
FYI: This story uses the title ‘Miss’, when the character is being addressed, so just putting that out there first! Also, as I’m sure you’ll already know, (Y/N) and (L/N) refer to your first and last name.
There is also a usage of the word ‘God’, used in an expression-y sort of way, so if that offends anyone then please do let me know so I can change it for next time!
enjoy!! :)
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An abrupt clattering coming from your kitchen was what woke you up at nearly 4 a.m.
Thoroughly disturbed, you sat bolt upright and turned on your bedroom lamp, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and slowly moving out of bed to go investigate the mysterious noise.
Another bang.
You jumped about a foot off of the floor, before continuing and not letting your downright fear get the better of you.
Eventually, you reached the kitchen, and turned on the light. Three china plates had ‘mysteriously’ fallen out of the cupboard and smashed onto the floor. Little pieces of plate were scattered all over, much to your disappointment. As if on cue, a growling noise came from your pantry door. It took you less than a second to fling the door open and investigate what the noise was.
A vast, cloudy setting appeared in front of you, and an ancient building could be seen in the distance. “Z U U L”, cried a demonic voice.
That was it. The pantry door was slammed, the kitchen light was turned off and you were running back, screaming. Once you reached your bedroom, you wrapped yourself in the covers and tried desperately to fall back to sleep. No luck.
A few hours passed, and it was now a reasonable time to get up. You didn’t dare go near the kitchen, so you stayed in your apartment living room and turned on the TV.
You didn’t pay much attention to the TV for long, as you had your head stuck in a magazine you had found at the local newsagents. That was, until, you heard an advert on television.
“Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night?” questioned a friendly-looking man, whose name tag read “STANTZ.”
A second man, named “SPENGLER”, asked, “Do you experience feelings of dread in your basement or attic?”
“Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, spectre, or ghost?” inquired the third, “VENKMAN”.
Stantz continued, “…if the panswer is yes then don’t wait another minute. Pick up your phone and call the professionals.”
“GHOSTBUSTERS,” they said in unison.
“Our courteous and efficient staff is on call twenty four hours a day to serve all your supernatural elimination needs,” Stantz informed.
“We’re ready to believe you!” was the final sentence of the advert, but even before that you had already picked up your telephone and dialled the number on-screen.
Within seconds, a Long Island accent spoke down the phone.
“Hello, Ghostbusters, how can I help you?”
“Uh… t-… there was some strange noises coming from my kitchen this morning, like bangs, and.. and clatters, and then when I checked, three of my plates had been thrown on the floor and smashed. And then, and then… I heard snarling coming from my pantry, and there was this creature in there saying “Zuul.”Could you send someone to come check it out?” You said in one long, quick sentence.
“Absolutely, just let me know the address and I’ll send someone straight to you,” the lady replied.
Sure enough, you gave her your address. “Thank you!” you chimed, before putting the phone down and tidying up a little before the Ghostbuster arrived. Playing back the advertisement, you looked at the man whose name was “SPENGLER”.
He is incredibly handsome, you thought. You were hoping on the inside that Dr. Spengler would come and analyse the scene that had occurred in your-
Knock, knock.
Jeez, how close is the Ghostbusters’ office?
You opened the door to meet a tall, bespectacled man with a charming smile and slightly curly hair.
He held his hand out and smiled, “Dr. Egon Spengler, nice to meet you.”
“Good morning, Dr. Spengler,” you replied, your tummy filling with that butterfly feeling.
“Where was the ghost activity that happened this morning? Janine, our receptionist didn’t tell me anything except your address and that you needed some help,” he chuckled, making your heart skip a beat again.
“In there,” you pointed to the kitchen door.
“Okay, has there been any more phenomena since you called?”
You shook your head.
Egon held a device in his hand that had little arms protruding out of it, slowly lowering and then getting higher, then lower, and so on, and made his way into the kitchen.
“Oh, jeez, it seems you really did need our help,” claimed Dr. Spengler, directing his eyes to the pieces of china plate laying on the floor.
“What is that thing?” you asked, motioning to the thing he was holding.
“This is a PKE meter, we use them pretty often. It helps us detect how much supernatural activity there is in an area. If the arms are at a low height, then there’s little to no activity and no need for a full-blown bust. If the arms are right at the top, then it’s serious and we have to deal with it immediately. At the minute, the level of paranormal activity in your kitchen is just over halfway, which obviously isn’t ideal but not the worst.”
“Ohh,” you responded, nodding slowly.
Shuddering, Egon turned his attention to some gooey green slime that was collecting on the edge of the plate cupboard.
“Great. Ectoplasm,” he collected a little bit in a small plastic tub, before asking, “…would you mind coming back to the firehouse, just to run a few tests and to further investigate your phenomena?” questioned Spengler.
“No, no, I wouldn’t mind at all,” you smiled, leading Dr. Spengler out of your apartment, locking the door and heading down the building stairs to the Ghostbusters’ car.
When you arrived at the firehouse, the three scientists you had seen on TV, Venkman, Stantz (who had both introduced themselves to you as Ray and Peter) and Spengler were all asking you questions and running tests. Sticky pads wired up to a machine were attached to your temples, and you could see it was being managed by Dr. Spengler.
“What do you think it was that caused your plates to smash, Miss..?”
“(L/N). (Y/N)(L/N). Uh, I mean, I think it was a ghost or a spirit that did it, hence why I rang up this morning. I think it’s something like a… a.. poltergeist? Isn’t that a ghost that throws things?”
“You are absolutely fantastic, Miss (L/N). Absolutely phenomenal, that’s correct,” called Dr. Venkman, smiling and applauding you.
Egon rolled his eyes. “Venkman, will you quit trying to chat up our clients, please?” he remarked, while adjusting the tabs on your head and looking at the screen to his left.
Both you and Ray laughed, while Venkman’s facial expression was stone cold.
“I don’t think he found that very funny,” you laughed, which made Stantz roar with laughter again, and Peter leave the room.
“Alright, so your tests all seem to be normal, so that means whatever paranormal entity is in your apartment hasn’t reached you, thankfully,” concluded Egon, gently removing the testing tabs from you.
Picking up your bag and coat, you thanked the boys for their help, and made your way down the firehouse stairs.
You were swiftly followed by the Ghostbusters, who waved goodbye to you and asked you to call back if anything else happened.
As they turned away to walk back up the stairs, you called out,
“…Dr. Spengler?”
He turned on his heel quicker than he had arrived at your apartment. “Hm?”
“I- I’d like to give you this,” you slid a piece of paper with your number written on it into his hand, and smiled.
He looked down at it through his glasses, lifted his head up and smiled back.
“Thank you, Miss (L/N). I’ll make sure to give you a call at some point. Thanks again for calling this morning,” he put his hand on your shoulder, failing to wipe the smile off of his face. He was smiling like an idiot as he removed his hand from your shoulder and walked away.
When you had finally left the firehouse, you let out a sigh of relief mixed with infatuation.
God, he was handsome.
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Happy New Year
Word Count: 264
Warnings: References to childbirth
Fandom: Ghostbusters
Pairings: Egon Spengler x Cathleen Paige
This is going to be part of a separate oneshot outside of the actual fic.
Enjoy!
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Cathleen knew that they had created quite a stir when they had entered the maternity ward, considering that the entire team had followed them from the museum to the hospital. But, thankfully, that (along with having pre-registered) meant that she got booked into her room sooner than she had with Callie.
The delivery had been unremarkable; after how painful Callie’s labor had been, she had been relieved to get an epidural this time around. If she hadn’t been so focused on the baby, she would’ve felt sorry for almost breaking Egon’s hand. He really took it like a champ.
Five hours and thirty-seven minutes into 1990, their baby girl showed her red face, screaming and flailing and with a full head of dark hair. Both mom and baby were healthy, with the baby weighing eight pounds and measuring at nineteen inches.
“You did it, Cath,” Egon whispered as they both smiled at the baby in her arms.
“We did it,” Cathleen corrected.
“No-- you did more work than I did,” Egon laughed.
Cathleen laughed. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? You know-- I think she looks like you.”
“Really?” Egon asked.
“Yeah-- she’s got your chin, your hair-- her head’s the same shape,” Cathleen said.
“Well, wonder which one of us she’ll take after, personality-wise,” Egon said.
“I hope it’s you,” Cathleen looked up at him. “You might get your own little lab partner. Why do you think I’ve been playing those Feynman cassettes?”
Egon laughed. “Want me to give everyone the good news?”
“Can’t keep Callie from her new baby sister any longer,” Cathleen remarked.
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This is the first fic i have ever posted, so please let me know if im doing something horribly wrong.
Egon Spengler x gn!reader
No use of y/n, hurt/comfort, very brief mention of blood
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Alongside your fellow Ghostbusters, you had been hired to trap a particularly edgy ghoul. The owner of the high-end restaurant had described the apparition to be easily angered as well as destructive. When Janine had told you about the job you were struck with a feeling of dread, the last thing you wanted was to deal with a pissed off dead guy. But alas, Egon, Ray and yourself all suited up and readied yourselves for a routine zap n' trap.
Once the Ecto-1 had rolled up outside the emptied restaurant, you and Egon went around back to begin unloading the packs and other equipment from the hatch. Ray wandered into the main lobby to find the owner.
"Janine said something about this ghost being particularly pissed tonight, so be careful Egon" you said pulling the heavy pack over your shoulders.
"I will, we should make sure not to split up if thats the case"
"Probably a good idea" you said, turning to hand Ray his pack as you entered the building, Egon to your left.
"The owner seems pretty on edge, i say we take this slow fellas" Ray said quickly, "we dont need anyone getting slimed tonight" he said with a chuckle.
"Agreed" Egons face displaying a look of disgust at the thought. He hadn't been slimed in a few days and he was looking forward to keeping that streak.
As the three of you made your way back into the kitchen, a faint almost scraping noise could be heard, accompanied by clattering of pots and pans.
"He doesn't sound to happy, how about we try and sneak up on him" Ray whispered.
"Got it" you said turning to Egon to see his nervous expression. Egon may work well under stress, but working under the thought of possible bodily harm wasnt exactly easy for him. His furrowed brow and pursed lips were enough to tell his concern.
"Hey, its gonna be okay Egie" your hand finding the back of his bicep. Nodding in response, Egon slipped into the kitchen. Ray had found his place squished against the far wall, opposite of the red tinted spectre. Egon and yourself sneaking past a large refrigerator to gain a clear shot of the ghoul. The beast had its back turned to you, pushing pans and silverware off of the counter. Food and various goo covered utensils littered the floor of the once pristine kitchen. From the wall, Ray gestured his nutrona wand towards the ghost. Egon nodding his head as he flipped the switch of his wand. You were in charge of placing the trap this time around. Making your way carefully past Egon and towards the beast, you saw Ray begin counting down on his hand. Three... Two...one. The loud whirring of the proton stream and the even louder impact echoed off the steel, nearly drowning out the yells of your friends.
"Ray i got him!"
"Okay okay, do you got the trap?" Ray yelled towards you.
"yeah!" Rolling the trap into the middle of the floor, the pedal placed just below your foot. The bright orangy-blue streams entrapping the spectre had been grabbed by large red toned hands. Shakily pushing them away.
"Ray! Its getting loose!" Egon shouted over the angry grunts and screams coming from the rightfully upset ghost. Ray had made a panicked sound as his stream was forced off of the target. The ghost began thrashing against Egons stream and without thinking you rushed forward. Tossing the trap further until it rested a few feet from the ghoul. But, as you pushed yourself away, the creature finally breaking free of the stream lunged towards you.
Pure panic rushed over your body. The once incredibly loud kitchen had become muffled as well as the distant shouts of Egon and Ray. The large disfigured blob rushing towards you had caused to to completely freeze, your body going slack under the threat. In a moment you felt your back erupt in pain, eyes squeezed shut against sheiding hands. Everything moved so fast. One minute you were gasping for air, the next you were asleep. The impact had knocked the air from your lungs as the blooming pain in your back rendered you unconscious almost instantly.
The distant feeling of hands pressed against your face and neck brought you into reality. The shadowed figure outlined by bright fluorescent lights flooded your blurry eyes. Blinking away the sleep, pain reentered your senses. As you groaned in pain, the hand on your neck quickly found its place on your back.
"Are you okay? Please?" You swore it was Egon. "Hey, please c'mon" his panicked voice growing clearer in your ears. Opening your eyes to see his panicked ones scanning your body, brushing his hands over your torso in search of injury "Egon?" You whispered, unsure of what was happening.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay, where does it hurt-" his rambles cut short by your sharp inhale as his hand found your mid back. He could feel a warm wetness below your jumpsuit, you realized that your proton pack was gone. You must have scraped your back on the equipment.
"What happened" you questioned, moving under his hands.
"Dont move, you're bleeding" his brow furrowing somehow deeper, "i need to get you to the firehouse, the ghost threw you"
The hazy memory of the impact coming back to you, "im bleeding?" You said quizzically reaching towards your back, halting as sharp pain shot through you.
"Im going to pick you up okay? This is going to hurt" he said, pulling you into him as you nod.
"Im so sorry" he muttered, his voice still shaking.
"Its alright Egon, im okay" you said into his shoulder, the pain spreading into your shoulders. Maybe you will let Venkman handle the next few jobs.
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A Pretty Damn Good Solution
Egon Spengler x Reader
Prompt: When Egon finds out you’ve 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 you’re confused. You’re still out of it and you’re 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.
“Are you okay?! I heard you scream.” He looks at you with confusion. “I thought one of the ghosts had breached the containment unit.”
“I’m sorry. I just had a nightmare.” You apologize, still trying to collect yourself. You’re shaking like a leaf.
“Oh.” 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.
“I apologize for my appearance and demeanor. I was under the impression you were in danger.” He looks down at his shirt, fixing his buttons.
“I’m sorry I worried you.” You say, sheepishly.
“No, don’t be.” 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 isn’t quite sure what to say, but you don’t mind. Despite his awkwardness, he was still deeply comforting.
“I forgot to ask. Are you okay?” He breaks the silence.
“Not really. I’ve been having nightmares all week.” You begin to fidget with a string on your blanket.
“(Y/N), why didn’t you say something?” He asks.
“I didn’t wanna bother anyone.” You shrug your shoulders.
“You’re living in a building with several scientists who care about your well being. I assure you that you wouldn’t be bothering us. We could have helped you. You should have at the very least spoken to Peter. His concentration is psychology.” Egon tried not to lecture you, but he was confused as to why you were suffering alone instead of asking for help. He didn’t like to see you in pain.
“I guess I thought I should be able to deal with it on my own.” You avoid eye contact. Egon finally puts the pieces together. It wasn’t always easy for him to read social que’s, but he could read his friends easily enough.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed. Everyone has nightmares. They could be caused by a number of reasons. Typically mine are caused by stress, but I’ve since figured out how to get a handle on them through scientific means. Where they used to be constant, they’re now more rare for me.” He sympathizes.
“I didn’t know you had nightmares like that. I’m sorry.” You respond.
“They’re handled.” He pauses for a moment, thinking. “I believe it would be beneficial for me to conduct a sleep study on you starting tomorrow night, with your consent of course.”
“Do you really think it’ll help?” You look at him, desperate for an answer to your problem.
“Yes. I’ll have everything ready tomorrow night, but do you need anything before I go?” He asks.
“Can I please have a hug?” You request. Usually you’d be embarrassed, but right now you didn’t care. Egon had been the greatest comfort you’d had in the last several nights.
“Of course.” He smiles, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. The hug is awkward at first, but you both relax into it. He’s warm and his pajama shirt is soft. While Egon’s 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. “We’ll get to the bottom of this and just remember you’re not alone.”
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The next night you’d shown up to Egon’s lab as requested. You’re surprised to see he’s set up a cot with your favorite blankets and pillows. He was nothing if not observant.
“I gathered some things from your room in an effort to make you more comfortable.” He speaks, walking around the room, pressing buttons and moving things around.
“Thank you.” You smile. You sit down on the bed and Egon begins to fit wires to your forhead.
“May I?” He asks, gesturing to your chest.
“Um yes- yeah uh that’s okay.” You blush. Egon moves your shirt over and attaches wires over your heart. “I really appreciate you doing this.”
“Of course. It’s no problem, really. Do you need anything before you go to sleep? Can I get you a glass of water?” He asks.
“No, but can you explain how it’s gonna work again?” You lay down, attempting to get comfortable.
“While you’re 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.” He explains.
“Seems simple enough.” 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 they’re there. Egon enters the room with his journal and pen in hand. He approaches your bed.
“You’re okay. You’re in my lab, remember? I have to say that was quite interesting. How long did it feel like you were stuck in that nightmare?” He asks.
“Uh I- I don’t know, like hours?” You debate, trying to catch your breath.
“You were asleep for about 2 hours, but you only entered REM state about 15 minutes ago, which is when you started dreaming.” He takes down more notes.
“Only 15 minutes?” 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. He’s observant of this. He decides to keep holding your hand even after he’s done checking your pulse in an effort to keep you calm. He writes with one hand and holds your hand with the other.
“Can you tell me a bit about the dream?” He asks.
“I 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.” He gives you a look. On one hand he feels bad that you were so scared, but on the other hand he’s intrigued.
“How did you wake yourself up?” He asks.
“I have like this thing I do if I need to escape a dream. I feel like I’m pushing and pulling and clawing my way out of reality, like I’m trying to swim through molasses until I wake up.” You tell him.
“That’s amazing. From my end your adrenaline spiked enormously. I didn’t realize you were doing that on purpose.” He scribbles down some more notes.
“Yeah. I guess that’s a thing I do.” You say awkwardly. “Did you get anything useful?” You ask.
“Yes, but I’ll have to run more tests throughout the week.” He closes his journal, turning to you. He realizes he’s still holding your hand. He doesn’t let go. He was so excited by the scientific aspects of the experiment he forgot why he was doing this in the first place. “We’re going to figure this out, but until then I’m here.” He smiles at you, giving you a look of sympathy.
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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 Egon’s 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 you’d 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 haven’t 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. “Egon!” You cry for him. Tears start to stream down your face. He runs to your bed.
“It was just a dream. You’re okay. You’re safe. I’m here. Everything is okay, (Y/N).” Egon tries to keep his voice calm, but he speaks with urgency. He places his hands on your shoulders, trying to ground you. You can’t get your breathing under control.
“I- I couldn’t get out! I couldn’t get out! I was stuck and I couldn’t get out!” You’re speaking a mile a minute.
“(Y/N), look at me. You’re awake now. You’re safe. I won’t let anything hurt you. I need you to try to breathe with me. (Y/N), what’s three things that you can see?” He asks, trying to bring your focus back to reality.
“I can’t” You sob, unable to focus.
“Yes, you can. What’s three things you can see?” He repeats.
“I see your journal. It’s in the chair.” You try.
“Good that’s two things.” He smiles.
“Your pen is on the floor.” You continue.
“I dropped it when I rushed in to check on you. What’s two things you can hear?” He asks.
“The clock is ticking really loudly and- and I can hear… the heater is on.” You tell him, listening closely.
“Good. What’s one thing you can touch?” He asks.
“Can I touch you?” You ask, hesitantly.
“Yes, thank you for asking.” 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.
“Are you feeling a bit better?” He asks.
“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just having one of those moments where it’s hard to tell what’s real and what‘s fake. I woke up from a nightmare, but it was just another nightmare. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a dream inside of a dream before. I thought that was just in movies.” You keep tracing his hand.
“No, it’s real unfortunately, but so am I and so are you. This is real.” 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.
“I hate that I’m still tired. I don’t wanna go back to sleep, but I know I have to.” You sigh.
“Would it make you feel better if I stayed in here with you?” He asks. While he’d 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.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” You hope you’re not being an inconvenience.
“If I minded I wouldn’t have offered. I want you to feel like you’re not alone.” He gives your hand a squeeze.
“I think that would help me a lot actually.” 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.
“I figured it might.” 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 other’s arms. Egon’s 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.
“Goodnight, Egon.”
“Goodnight, (Y/N).”
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Paranormal Wingman
Author: locke-writes
Title: Paranormal Wingman
Request: Reader is a new client who Egon kinda falls for because she's super smart and shares very similar interests. Maybe Peter becomes matchmaker. For: @easyroses
Rating: K
Word Count: 397
Ghosts.
Apparently they existed. It was something that was originally difficult to comprehend at first but now you couldn't even begin to ignore the paranormal. Each day you woke up to the remnants of ghost destruction around your apartment. The police had been called the first time around because the wreckage had occurred while you were at work, the aftermath being noticed upon returning home. But now it was happening while you were home, while you were asleep and while you were eating.
You hadn't seen anything, no specter or any floating white sheet (not that you believed this would be how a ghost should appear). But whether or not you had actually seen the ghost itself wasn't the issue anymore, the issue was finding out why it was there and how to get rid of it. Which was how you found yourself sitting at a table with two of the three Ghostbusters.
Ray was out on a research mission or something, you didn't quite know what Peter and Egon had said, each speaking over one another. Egon had been asking questions about the case from the beginning, trying to get the facts straight but Peter was more interested in the personal. Or at least what Egon considered the overtly personal (names, hobbies, occupation). To Egon this was, at least most of the time, trivial.
It was an answer to a question you had been asked that turned it around. In between arguing with Peter over the importance of his line of questioning you'd brought up some scientific principle in relation to the paranormal activity in your home. If he was being completely honest Egon had only been half paying attention at that point but now you'd received his full undivided attention.
Peter recognized this change, this near immediate attraction between Egon and you. Egon wasn't one to make a move, at least when it came to being watched by someone else. The facts weren't all given which gave Peter reason enough to leave you and Egon alone.
Even Egon knew that it wasn't possibly the best time to ask you out. Egon also knew that if he didn't ask you out Peter would certainly make some comment about it.
Ghosts.
They destroyed your apartment but also pushed you into going on a date with Egon.
And that was just about the only benefit into ghost infestation.
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Got It Down
Hello! This short fic is inspired by this comic by lilvicsart. Go check their stuff out! Really cute content.
Word count: 1085
No content warnings
“Hi, Winston!”
Winston was idly standing near the staircase to the basement, sipping a can of club soda and reading a fashion magazine borrowed from Janine’s desk. He lifted his head and flashed you a warm smile. “Hey, girlie. How was the call?”
You trotted up to him, freshly showered after a particularly nasty call with Ray, who was still scrubbing himself of ectoplasm. “Ray got slimed.”
“Hey, that’s great!”
Peter stomped up the basement stairs in a huff, scowling. “He kicked me out!” he exclaimed.
Winston nodded his head in sympathy and shut the magazine. “Ouch. Did you try to swipe his last Twinkie?”
“No. I wouldn’t be speaking to you if that happened. I’d be a red stain on the wall. My entrails would be hanging out of his mouth. You know that. No, he’s just really into his research at the moment and wants to be alone. Doesn’t want anyone to go see him.”
“Bummer, Venkman.” You patted his shoulder. “I’m gonna go see him.”
“YN, honey,” Winston said gently, “last time someone interrupted Egon’s research, he bit their spleen out. It was a huge mess. Took us three days to clean it up. You should come with us to go grab something to eat instead and leave him be.”
You scoffed. “Well, boys, with this newfound knowledge of Egon’s cannibalistic tendencies when he gets really into his research, I’m still going to see him.”
“If you survive, would you like us to bring you back something to eat?” Winston asked. “The usual?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice. Thanks.”
“You’re gonna die,” Peter said solemnly as you approached the staircase leading to the lab. “We’ll leave the food at the coroner’s office for you.”
You shot a devilish smile at Peter before descending the staircase. Egon came into view, seated at his desk with his back turned to you. “Hello!” you called out.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Egon said pleasantly, not budging from his microscope as you drew closer. “Need something?”
“Winston says you ripped someone’s spleen out with your teeth.”
He shrugged. “It’s a nonessential organ.”
You took the seat next to him. “I like you.”
“I like you, too. Is this your way of communicating that you want some attention?”
“Yeah.”
“This documentation is time-sensitive. I'm going to be here for a few more hours.” He must have sensed your disappointment, because he quickly added, “I exiled Peter for the evening but you’re welcome company.”
Peter poked his head into the lab, having been listening in to see if Egon would let you stay. “Hey!” he whined. “How come YN gets to stay and I d—?”
“Out,” Egon said sharply, his eyes still glued to his microscope. You stuck your tongue out at Peter, who huffed and stormed back up the stairs, but you knew it was theatrics more than actual feelings. “Xiaolongbao and a side of ginger sauce, Pete!” he called out. “Thank you!”
“Bite me, Spengler!”
You scooted your chair closer to Egon. If he noticed, he didn’t show it, remaining completely preoccupied with whatever fungus he was currently studying.
He scribbled some notes on the notepad beside him, still looking intently at the fungal spores, and set the pencil down on top of it. Egon being able to write without looking was nothing new. He had his routine down pat: adjust the microscope, write notes, adjust, write, adjust, write, repeat, never once needing to look away from his spores. He put down the pencil again and pulled his hand away to switch the slide out.
You silently moved the pencil away and laid your hand over the paper, palm up, trap set. You only had to wait a moment for him to reach for his pencil and inadvertently grab your hand.
He jumped a bit with the unexpected contact and finally looked up from his microscope, directly at you, stony-faced, but you easily saw through his façade. He gave no resistance as your fingers intertwined with his. You smirked wickedly and winked at him, causing his cheeks to flush scarlet. He forced his gaze back to his microscope. He was completely flustered, but did his best to regain his composure. There was no effort nor desire to pull away from you—quite the contrary.
You pressed the back of his hand to your cheek, relishing his touch.
“Could you write down ‘cordyceps militaris, control two, seventeen microns, seventy-six hours after harvest’ for me?” he asked, slightly adjusting the focus with his free hand to get a better look at his spores.
“Of course,” you said brightly, quickly jotting down the notes.
“Average growth rate within one point three standard deviations of the mean, p-level of less than zero point zero three.”
“Got it down.”
He pulled his hand from yours to switch to another slide. The disappointment on your face melted away when he finished changing slides and offered you his hand directly this time, his eyes still entirely on his microscope. He wiggled his fingers and cleared his throat, almost impatient for you to resume contact. Your fingers once again intertwined with his. “Cordyceps militaris, experimental three, thirty-six microns, seventy-six hours after harvest and seventy-five hours after exposure.” He absentmindedly rubbed small circles on your hand with the pad of his thumb as he talked. “Average growth rate more than six point four standard deviations above the mean, p-level of less than zero point zero three. Abnormal fluorescent green coloration.”
“Got it down.”
He once again released your hand to switch out another slide.
“I’m, um, I’m not bothering you, am I?”
“No.”
"Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You aren't just humoring me? Because Winston and Peter were saying tha—"
To your surprise, he turned away from the microscope entirely and pulled you into a tight hug, cradling your head gently against his chest. “I love you,” he muttered, his powerful voice resounding deep in your chest. “Please don’t ever think your presence is less than wanted here.” He planted a kiss on your forehead and withdrew, once again returning his attention to the microscope without missing a beat, leaving you reeling from his sudden burst of affection.
He cleared his throat, snapping you from your stupor. His hand was up, fingers wiggling as he glanced expectantly at you from his microscope. You slipped your hand into his and he turned back to his fungus. A contented hum rumbled in the back of his throat. “Cordyceps militaris, control three, sixteen point eight microns, seventy-six hours after harvest.”
“Got it down.”
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You cheeky boy, Egon!
Egon Spengler x GNReader
Ultimate masterlist. Random character masterlist.
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You rushed through the busy crowds of New York, the streets packed with Christmas shoppers all scrambling to find the perfect gift for someone else. Coincidentally, that was what you were doing right now, scurrying around the bottom of the barrel to find something for the person you cared the most about; of course, he didn’t know that and you intended to keep it that way.
Snow was beginning to fall from the dark sky, you hadn’t noticed the time change. The last time you looked at your watch it was 12pm and now it was 4.30, what had you even been doing for four and a half hours?
Oh, that’s right. You had been running around like a headless chicken, fighting to get into the doors of any shop to look for the perfect gift for the one, the only: Egon Spengler!
You were usually so prepared with this stuff, getting everyone’s gift months in advance, yet with Egon, you struggled. Maybe it was because of your quickly developed feelings for him, impacting how he perceived you. This gift just had to be the best, otherwise, he could hate you forever, and that’s a very long time.
Deep down inside you knew Egon wasn’t a materialistic guy, he preferred things that would actually help him. You had talked to Ray, even done research of your own to find something that could be useful to him; but you came up empty.
You were currently standing in a department store, Last Christmas playing through the speakers, the harsh smell of perfume in the air. The store was slightly empty, just like a majority of the shelves; no wonder why there were so few people. At this point, you were just going to wing it, find something on the shelf that said ‘Egon’.
Maybe a mug would do? A new jumper?
You could feel your beeper buzzing in your jacket pocket, pulling it out while juggling a few last-minute gifts; you couldn’t help yourself they were just calling your friends’ names. It was a message from Peter, no doubt waiting for you with the others at the firehouse. Ray and Winston had planned a small, emphasis on small, get together just before you all went your own ways for Christmas.
You were late. Very late, in fact.
Someone's in trouble. - Peter.
Sighing, you dumped the beeper back into your pocket and cast your gaze around the barren store one final time and then you saw it. Swinging on the shelf in the distance, thin and perfect, exactly what he had been asking for, or at least complaining about. Rushing over, you grabbed it in a firm hand, glaring a the old lady who was also approaching it. You ran to the checkouts, slamming the item down and rushing them along.
“Keep the change!” You yelled, grabbing the handles of the bag and tearing away from the desk, “And merry Christmas!” You added, a smile on your frozen lips.
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“There you are, thought you got swept away in the blizzard,” Peter smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you further into the warmth of the firehouse. You pushed his arm away, shaking your coat of snow and dumping the bags by Janine’s desk, “Ha ha, Peter, you’re so insanely funny.” You deadpanned. Peter bowed, crouching by your bags trying to take a peek, “No looking, they’re for Christmas.”
“Okay, okay,” he mused, hands in the air in surrender. Ray came out of the kitchen, a steaming mug in his hand, “Ah (Y/N), you finally made it!” He embraced you almost immediately. You squeezed him, tapping his back when it became too tight, “Oops, sorry.” He apologised, but you waved him off. Finally, Winston and Egon joined you, Janine had beeped you saying she’d be late, traffic was hell.
“We better get you warm fast, you look like an icicle.” Winston laughed, thrusting Ray’s mug into your hand, a quiet “Hey!” Coming from the background. Egon pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, lab coat rustling while he moved, “Yes, you do look quite…frozen. A few minutes by the fire should do you some good.”
You just couldn’t focus when he spoke, too absorbed with just his presence alone. You could see his lips moving again, his eyes on you, was he talking to you?
Shaking your head you came back into the room, or more so reality, “I-i’m sorry, what was that?” Your voice was meek, cheeks dusted in a hot pink.
“Would you like me to show you where the fireplace is? Although now I’m concerned you’re so cold it’s having an effect on your hearing.” Though his voice sounded serious, the small tilt of his lips told you otherwise.
Shaking your head rapidly in agreement, you followed Egon to this so-called fireplace that you had never seen in your life; but before you left the main room you had managed to swipe the bag containing his Christmas present.
His back was broad, straight posture no doubt from years of his parents nagging him, his long legs made the distance to the next room much shorter. His brown, curled locks swayed as he walked, his lab coat swiping past his legs.
“I didn’t know you had a fireplace?” You asked, obediently following him like a lost dog. Spengler took you to his lab, holding the door open for you before entering himself, “Well, it’s not so much of a fireplace more so a Bunsen burner, but a fire is a fire and it should keep you warm…enough.” He stated, moving around the lab like a ballerina.
You had seen Egon in nightclubs, as straight as a stick, frozen to the barstool. But in his natural element, he glowed, you had no doubt he could manoeuver his away around this place with a blindfold on and be completely unharmed. He ducked behind a cabinet, rummaging around the small space to find what he was looking for, “I know I saw it in here, the last time it was used was when we were testing that slime sample from the library.”
“That was a few months ago, right?” You asked, wondering around the lab, poking beakers and avoiding the ones with glowing substances. Your eyes were drawn to some pink slime in a container, cables were coming out of it, it bubbled like milk. You stretched your finger out, on the cusp of poking it, “Don’t touch that!” Egon yelled out, eyes wide, flipping between the beaker and you.
You pulled your finger away immediately, “Sorry,” you coward, keeping your hands to yourself. Egon rushed over to you, checking the slime before checking you over, “It’s okay, this is a sample of some slime we found from the sewers. Me and Ray have been conducting some tests, I have a larger sample back at the university’s lab.”
“What’s it do?”
“Nothing, unless you count bubbles as excitement. We’ve been keeping a 24-hour watch on this thing and yet…nothing.”
“And you say this stuff is all over New York?” Your voice peeked, a sense of dread filling your bones. Egon pushed his glasses up once more, he seemed eager to talk, “Well in the sewers, though Dana has had some experience with it, we can’t find anything that links her to the slime just yet. But there’s a river of this stuff that flows under the city in the old railway tracks.”
“That's- that's pretty terrifying if I’m being honest.” You replied nervously, shrinking into your jumper a little. Egon finally took notice of your behaviour, frowning to himself, how dare he not detect your nerves.
“It’s okay, we haven’t found anything yet to prove that this is harmful to humans, though we haven’t done enough tests yet to determine it’s completely safe.”
“Gee, that really helped, Egon.”
“Sorry,” he ducked his head down, genuinely remorseful for upsetting you. To try and lighten the mood, Egon turned his attention to the bag in your hand, “What’s that?” He asked. You jumped in your spot, completely forgetting about the gift, “Oh! I got it for you, it’s your Christmas present.” You uncrumpled the handle, releasing your chokehold on the plastic. Dr Spengler seemed taken back, seemingly at a loss for words, “You got me a Christmas present?”
“Of course I did, I couldn’t get everyone else something and not you.”
“I- I shouldn’t, after all, I didn’t get you anything.” He looked disappointed, Christmas wasn’t a big thing in his home, just another strict dinner and a book by the fire. He had received gifts from Ray early on in their friendship, but once Ray discovered that Egon didn’t do presents, they soon stopped. There was a mutual understanding between him and Peter, neither bothered to get either a present and that’s just how he liked it, but for you to get him something. That felt different.
“This is was why you were late, wasn’t it?”
“Whaattt, nooooo, pfft- yes, yes it was. Buuut, it was for a good cause.”
“I wouldn’t say getting me a gift is a good cause, perhaps charity.”
“But I always want to give gifts to the people I care about, and Egon-“ he looked down at you at the mention of his name, “Egon, I definitely care about you.” You pushed the bag into his hands, ignoring the burning of your cheeks in favour of seeing his reaction.
“It’s not much…or that great really, but I thought you’d appreciate a simple gift, plus I know you wanted a new one and-“ you began rambling, maybe you were more nervous than you had initially thought. Egon pulled the bag open, reaching his hand in and grasping the material. Pulling it out slowly, the sterile lab lights revealed the black tie with a small red bow stuck onto it to make it Christmassy.
“A tie?” He questioned, you nodded your head, pointing your finger at it “Well, yeah, you’ve been complaining about your old tie having slime stains on that you can’t get out. And I know you don’t like big, fancy gifts that take up space and are unnecessary, so I thought I’d get you something you’d actually use.”
So much thought had gone into this, too much Egon mused. He didn’t know what to say, too mindblown that you had paid any attention to his moans and groans. He held the tie in his hands, as black as night and as soft as silk, perhaps it was silk?
“T-thank you, I don’t deserve this.”
“Well I think saving the city on a daily basis calls for a new tie every once in a while, wouldn’t you think?” You beamed at him, lips painted a perfect red, finally, you were warm. Out of nowhere, Egon began to take his old tie off, pulling the ruined fabric from around his neck and dumping it straight into the bin.
“Would you mind?” He motioned for you to put on his tie, “You did buy it after all.” He smiled. You grinned up at him, stretching onto your tiptoes to tie the knot correctly. Smoothing down the fabric, you pulled away from him but your breathing still mixed together, “What a handsome man you are, Dr Spengler.”
Egon’s cheeks lit up a bright pink, you rarely saw him flustered but this could be something you liked. Casting his gaze up to avoid your teasing eyes, Egon felt short of breath. You could see his shoulders still, mouth partially agape, “What is it?” Following his line of sight, you saw something dangling from the ceiling, “How even?” You sounded out, sentence cut short out of disbelief.
“I assume this to be Peter, we don’t have to partake if you don’t want to.” Egon muttered, eyes still not leaving the hanging plant above you both. Who knew berries and leaves could instil so much fear in two grown adults?
“Dr Spengler, did I ever say at any point that I didn’t want to participate, hm?” You mused, blinking up at him, a twinkle in your eye. Egon pulled at the collar of his shirt, trying to let out the steam building up underneath his clothes, “N-no, I just assumed you wouldn’t-“
“And why would you think that, have I ever said I didn’t want to kiss you?”
“You’ve never said you wanted to kiss me either.”
“That’s true, and a mistake on my part. So, Dr Spengler, I want you to know that I would love to kiss you.”
“Right now?”
“If it isn’t inconvenient for you, then yes.”
“I think right now will do quite nicely,” he smirked, leaning down to match your height, or at least close enough to it. You pulled him by his tie, lips smashing against his.
“Woah hoo, and what is going on in here? You cheeky boy, Egon. Get warm by the fireplace my ass, hey guys are you seeing this! Spengs is-“ before Peter could alert literally everyone on the property, perhaps the whole of New York, you had thrown Egon’s old tie from the bin in his face. Pulling it away, the stained slime pinched and pulled against Venkman's skin, “Are you kidding me? Even when I’m relaxing in the comfort of my own ghost emporium, I still get slimed.” He grumbled while he walked away, you wouldn’t be seeing him for the rest of the evening.
“So where were we?” You puckered your lips at him, earning another chuckle from the genius this evening. Egon pulled away, hands braced on your shoulders, “Maybe we should stop for the evening, the others will be wondering what happened to us.”
“Not with Peter’s big mouth.”
“Come on, let's go.” He ushered you out of the lab, closing and locking the door behind him. As you walked down the stairs, his tall frame after you, Egon leant down and whispered in your ear, as quiet as a mouse, “Just so Peter can’t take all the credit, I put that mistletoe there.”
Your face had never been brighter.
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I’m having a real bad time, would you write me an Egon fic? I just want him to be safe and loved and happy, and fed and not totally dehydrated if at all possible 😂
Egon x gn!reader drabble for anon :)
Of course I'll write you a little something! I'm sorry that it's short, I'm still going through a creative block right now but I'm trying my best! And I hope this is what you were asking for, and I sincerely hope you start feeling better soon. /g
Notes:
> in this, reader and Egon have their own place with a lab in it, for convenience reasons.
Warnings:
> It's very short, Fluff, lots of fluff and comfort, toothrotting fluff, established relationship
Egon hadn't always been the best at keeping himself upright. He could spend days in the lab constantly forgetting that he's a human being, and that human beings need nutrition to stay alive. On top of that, he barely got an hour of sleep nightly.
Well, that was until you came along. You found your way into his life and promptly decided that the man needed to be cared for. Desperately. It suprised Egon the most--how much you seemed to care.
He wasn't expecting someone like you to come into the lab at ungodly hours and force him to sleep, drink water, or eat food. Or all three at once.
It was one of those funny hours of the night again when you found yourself stumbling into the lit-up lab, half asleep. "Egon? I told you to go to bed at 10..." Your eyes closed involuntarily a few times before you realized that he wasn't there.
You started back up the stairs. Perhaps you missed him coming up, perhaps he was in the bathroom? A gentle clearing-of-the-throat from behind startled you.
"Egon!" You smiled, "You weren't in the lab? The lights were on." You said softly, sleepiness making your voice grumble. Your boyfriend mimicked your smile--it was quite contagious.
"I must've forgotten to turn them off," You noticed then he was in his pajamas. Was he upstairs and asleep the whole time?
"That isn't like you,"
"It is not like me to be sleeping so early. And so long." He grinned at your accusation. "You only have yourself to blame, my dear."
"Well then, blame me forever. All I want is for you to happy and healthy. And safe." Egon's arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a gentle yet tight hug. "Come on up to bed."
"Just another minute," He murmured. You melted into his arms, savoring the warmth and the smell of his leftover cologne from the day--which was stubborn and often liked to stain his other clothes than the ones he was wearing out.
You almost fell asleep in his arms. The sound of his breathing by your ear, the feeling of his chest rising and falling--he was almost like a bedtime story. He finally pulled from the hug, to your disappointment, and led you back upstairs.
"Did you eat?"
"Yes,"
"And how much water did you have today?"
"More than enough." Egon chuckled at your questions, sitting you down on the bed. He layed beside you, pulling you into a warm embrace, your back to his chest. "Hey," He muttered softly.
"Mhm?" You were happy, warm, and more than half-asleep now. He felt perfect pressed to your back, like a fitting puzzle piece against you.
"Thank you." He sighed happily, pulling the blanket higher. "Thank you for taking care of me." He could take care of himself now, but what you did those first few years? It meant the world to him--and the fact that you were still worrying proved to Egon that you still loved him.
"Don't thank me, Egie. I just wanted to see you functioning." You joked, poking his face with a closed eye. "Now go to sleep, or all my hard work will have been ruined."
"Okay, okay." Egon pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your face, laying back comfortably again. "I love you." His nose crooked into the back of your neck, his words coming out muffled by your shirt. You couldn't help but blush, even after all these years of being together.
"I love you too." He was happy and healthy, and loved. That's all he ever wanted, and he had it.
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6, 7, 8, 9, & 27 for the writing asks!
6. I'd say that the easiest part of writing for me is either outlining the fic (especially in the case of a multi-chapter fic) or creating the playlist (I love listening to music while I write, and lately a lot of songs have been inspiring potential fic ideas).
7. Besides actually sitting down and writing? I'd say that the hardest part is making the dialogue sound natural, because I tend to info-dump a lot, so I need to find the right balance to both give my readers the information that they need by showing and not telling, and making it sound like something people would actually say.
8. I think the character that is easiest for me to write is either Ellen Reed from Family Ties, Lucy Lynskey from The Frighteners, or Vicky Allagash from Bright Lights, Big City. For all three of them, it's mainly because we really aren't given that much about them in canon (although we get a lot of information about Lucy in the novelization, and Vicky in both the novel that the movie is based on, and the musical), so a lot of what I put in is either the headcanons that I've created or just me projecting myself onto these characters.
9. Ooh, boy... first, I'd say Alex P. Keaton from Family Ties because I need to make him funny, I need to let him be a little bit of an ass without making him unlikable, and I need to keep him in character. And I do prefer writing the more tender side of him that we see in his relationship with Ellen, and with his family. Next, I'd say Egon Spengler from Ghostbusters. I'm relatively new to the fandom, so again, it's just a matter of keeping him in character while still exploring a side of him that he doesn't usually show in canon that we still all know he has. Next, Dammers from The Frighteners because... I don't like him. Whatever trauma he faced, he is still a villain-- maybe not on the same scale as Johnny Bartlett and Patricia, but a villain nonetheless. And he will always be that in any of my fics that include him.
27. I can't exactly pinpoint an exact comment, because every comment that I've gotten since I've begun posting to AO3 has been really nice, but I really enjoy comments that dive deep into what they like about whatever oneshot or chapter it is because then it leads into a really fun discussion, which I enjoy.
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