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shizzlepianist · 9 months

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“so, how has your day been, sweetheart?”

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(gif not mine!)

a/n: i saw this idea of an egon x daughter!reader on @multi-fandombetty’s page and i thought it was too cute NOT to do - this is written in the daughter’s perspective, and it’s set during you coming home from school/college/university and hanging around in egon’s lab.

(as usual, (Y/N) means Your Name, and (Y/A) means Your Age.)

enjoy!!

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You hesitantly knocked on the door of your father (Egon Spengler)’s lab, hoping he was in there working on something.

You had just finished your work for the day and decided to take a walk down to the lab to visit your dad.

“Just a second!” you heard your father’s voice from the inside, making you sigh with relief.

The door opened and your dad smiled immediately when he saw you. “Oh, hello, (Y/N)! Come in,” he said lovingly, closing the door behind you.

“A-are you busy, Dad?” you asked, not wanting to disturb his tests.

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t, but I always have time for my beautiful daughter,” he smiled, getting some of his laboratory devices out of a drawer and pressing a few buttons on a big metal machine.

You beamed back at him, before responding, “…good, I didn’t want to interrupt whatever you’re working on this time.”

“You’re not interrupting, honest. So, how has your day been, sweetheart?” asked Egon, turning away for a second to pour some bright liquid into a test tube before placing it into a rack.

“It’s been… eventful,” you said, explaining to him that you had been given a load of work to do by the end of the semester, which was only a few weeks away, and that you had gotten into an argument over, coincidentally, your father.

He listened intently to your ranting as you went on about how someone in your class had said he was a smartass and that he only mattered to the Ghostbusters because he was intelligent, which made you spit back at them almost within a millisecond. Your dad chuckled at you when you told him each of your very detailed responses.

“Well, that definitely sounds like a tiring day, honey. Have you eaten today too?” He looked over the top of his glasses, “…you better have done,” he grinned, walking towards you and putting his hands on his hips. He kept looking at you, waiting for you to respond.

“Yes, Dad, I’ve eaten. I had a sandwich at lunchtime.”

“Good.” He smiled again and re-adjusted his glasses with his finger, pushing them back up his nose, “I trust you’ve drank something today, too?”

“Jeez, Dad, who are you? The food and drink police?” You laughed.

“No, but for your information, (Y/N), I am Dr. Egon Spengler, PhDs in both Parapsychology and Psychology,” your father snickered, “..and I want to know if my little girl has eaten and had something to drink.”

“Dad, I’m not little. I’m (Y/A). I’m barely little anymore.” You rolled your eyes.

“Alright, true. BUT that doesn’t mean I can’t call you that, because no matter how old you are, you always will be that same little girl to me, who ran around in sparkly princess dresses and forced me to have tea parties with you.”

You flashed a warm smile at your dad again, and he smiled back. For about ten seconds it was just you and your dad, smiling at each other. Father and daughter. Spengler and mini Spengler.

“So what are you actually working on?” you asked, getting up from the chair your dad had given you and walking over to where he was working.

‘Well, this here,” he pointed to a cuboid-shaped device that was flashing with different colours, “is an emotion-sensing device. I’m studying the effect of different things on emotion regulation, and the ultimate reactions we have to things. If you look over here…”

He gestured to a glass screen, through which you could see a kid, who looked about 6 or 7, playing with some toys.

“Can we bring in the puppy now, please?” Your father asked one of the women who was working in his lab.

“Of course, Dr. Spengler,” she replied, leaving the room and appearing in the other one in front of you. She had brought in a fluffy spotted Dalmatian puppy, and given it to the child.

Egon lifted his emotion device and it beeped. “See? The metre has gone from Moderately Happy to Ecstatic. The effect a cute puppy has on a little kid,” he showed you.

“That’s cool. That is SO cool,” you said, in awe of your father’s intelligence.

“Now let’s see what happens when we take it away,” your father said, asking his assistant to go back in and take the puppy.

She did so, and your father passed you the device. “You try it, just press this button here and you’re good.”

Slowly, you pressed the red button to scan the little girl’s emotions and held it up to the glass screen. The metre dropped almost right to the bottom.

“Oh my..” you gasped, “Dad, look, it’s gone almost to the bottom! From Ecstatic to… Distraught? Oh jeez, I feel so bad now.”

You felt your dad’s arm wrap around your shoulder, and he kissed your head, “…she’ll be alright, there’s nothing to worry about. Honestly. We’re bringing her out in a minute anyway,” he reassured you.

You watched as the crying little girl was brought out of the room by your dad’s assistant, and you didn’t see her after that, which meant she had gone back home.

The watch on Egon’s wrist beeped, indicating it was 4 p.m.

“Well, it’s time to leave the lab now, so let me just turn everything off and we’ll be on our way,” your father claimed, switching off all the machines wired up to the wall.

He thanked his assistants for all their help today, and they all smiled back at him and waved at you. You introduced yourself to them as Dr. Spengler’s daughter, and they welcomed you to the lab. They hadn’t been in there when you first came, so upon their entry you were shocked your dad had so many helpers.

Grabbing his coat and his briefcase filled with paranormal related documents and his lighter science equipment, Egon held the lab door open for you and led you out, before placing the key on a little hook next to the door so his assistants could get out.

On the way to your dad’s car, he had his arm around your shoulders for the whole journey. From the lab to the elevator, as you went down four floors in the elevator, from the elevator to the car. The whole way.

“I’m so lucky to have a daughter as incredible as you, (Y/N). I couldn’t have asked for a better mini-me,” he smiled, kissing your head again.

You looked up at your dad, full of love and admiration for the man that you adored so much. The man that had held your hair every time you were ill, that had you sat on his shoulders every time you went to a science fair, that beamed with pride when “Dada” was your first word.

Sure, you had your mother, who was just as caring and compassionate, but you and your dad had such a bond that couldn’t be broken with even the strongest force.

“I love you so, so much, my precious daughter.”

“I love you too, Dad.”

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ending a/n: lmao not me actually having a lump in my throat after reading this 🥹🥹 dad egon is something i never knew i needed until now tbh, i have never seen it in a fanfic/imagine so i thought now is the time 😭

i hope you enjoyed it 😚😚

#egon spengler #egon #egon x daughter!reader #egon spengler daughter #ghostbusters #1984

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shizzlepianist · 9 months

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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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ending a/n: help i feel like this is gonna be a flop with a capital F loool , if you enjoyed this let me know and i’ll make more ig?? have a great day/night everyone 😌😌

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #egon #egon x reader

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