#peter venkman x y/n

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

↳ warning: supernatural elements

↳ notes: requested by anonymous. was going to be headcanons but ended up turning into a one shot. enjoy

↳ song: ghostbusters—ray parker jr.

masterlist | commisions | carrd

This really wasn't supposed to happen.

It was supposed to be a simple job. One of the easier ones you all had gotten hired to do all month. That's what Ray had said to you as you zipped up the front of your uniform in the firehouse, and you believed him.

A customer had called in last week, sounding out of breath as they complained of a room in their house that always felt cold when they walked into it. You could practically smell the incense through the phone, and your suspicions were confirmed when you later stepped into their house.

After Peter had sarcastically made sure it wasn't just a problem with their AC unit, Janine penciled them in for an inspection a few days later, and that was that. You and the rest of the Ghostbusters went to the nearby Chinese restaurant that night and forgot all about it.

Now, you were hiding behind an overturned table as an apparition whizzed over your heads, shrieking in a language none of you could decipher.

"I thought you said this was a class one spook!" You shouted at Egon as he fumbled with a trap nearby. He shot you an irritated look through the rims of his glasses, as if to say 'what am I supposed to do', before going back to tinkering with the trap in his hand.

"Someone's gotta get out there and distract it!" Peter yelled over the noise of plates being smashes. You winced, imagining that the client wouldn't be too happy to hear that their kitchen was ransacked during the procedure. If you could even call it a procedure.

"Ray! You're up!" Winston called from his place next to you, shoving his coworker out of the hiding spot just a little.

"No way! It was my turn last time!" Ray griped. As he said that, a stray fork flew by his head, nearly missing the side of his face as he yelped and ducked further under the tables cover.

"I'll do it." You volunteered whilst reaching for the proton pack at your back. You were sure that if you looked over at that moment, you'd see Ray sending you the most grateful look you'd ever seen.

The others waited for Egon to finish preparing the trap, Peter mostly yelling at him to hurry up, as you rose from your place on the tiled kitchen floor.

The ghost turned to look at you as you let out a wolf whistle. It's hair floated wildly around its head like a crown of thorns, and you heard one of the guys from behind you gulp with difficulty.

"Hey Casper!" You grinned with what you hoped was a considerable amount of bravado. "Why don't you don't you pick on someone your own size?"

You wouldn't remember falling onto your back after the ghost charged straight at you. Nor would you remember how it slimed down into a fine mist, slipping into your mouth with a hissing noise. Bruises covering your spine would leave the evidence of a fall later on, but that was the only sign that anything had happened.

The boys watched as your eyes rolled back to reveal a milky white gaze. Peter nearly dropped the nozzle to his proton pack as you began to levitate; your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. For a minute, it reminded him of when Gozer had possessed Dana. Although, you were his friend, not fiancé, and wearing a jumpsuit instead of a dress.

"Uh guys?"

"I'm seeing it, Winston." Ray replied without taking his eyes off of you. Wind began to pick up in the house, blowing his hair to the side as he watched you with wide eyes.

"Egon!" Peter yelled over the noise. "The trap??"

"Done!" He finally announced. "Someone hold them down!" The scientist shouted, forehead beaded with sweat as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He stood up with shaking hands, nearly dropping the trap as he stepped around the table and towards you.

Ray and Winston both grabbed your arms and legs, pulling you down from your spot in the air with a considerable amount of force. Peter attempted to push you by your chest, but was headbutted by the ghost and sent flying backwards. You, or rather the ghost occupying you, made a sound between a cackle and a scream.

"I've never wanted to punch a ghost more than I do now." Peter groaned from the floor as he hauled himself back up. He'd have to get Dana to check him for a concussion later.

"I need a stream, Venkman!" Egon stepped away from the Muon trap as if it was a live bomb. "Ray, Winston, on our count let go of them and duck!"

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Winston said as he avoided yet another kick from your boot.

The sound of an engine powering up filled the room as Peter and Egon switched on their packs, directing the end of their nozzles at you. The two men glanced at each other nervously and Egon's foot hovered over the traps pedal anxiously. You just continued to flail.

"You sure this won't hurt them?!" Ray yelled. He brought his head back a significant amount as the ghost inside of you attempted to bite at him.

"No idea!" Egon fumbled. His glasses were nearly flying off of his face with the wind, but he pushed on. "Now, Peter!"

Ray and Winston made a dive for it as two multicolored streams encased you in a bright light. The spirit inside howled with discomfort, kicking its legs in an attempt to escape.

Without warning, Egon stepped on the trap, releasing a beam that shot into the air and struck the ceiling. He knew from experience that there would be a faint singe mark left on it later, but that was the least of anyone's concerns. The client would just have to deal with it.

Taking careful measure not to bump your body into any stray debris, they guided the spirit closer and closer to the trap until its form began to separate from yours. The horrible sucking noise it made nearly coerced Egon to drop his gun to cover his ears.

One moment, you were floating in the air, speaking tongues and way too close to a piece of dangerous machinery. The next, you were laying in a pile of broken china plates as your eyes rolled back into place.

"Hey. Hey, bud, come back to us." Peter said, slapping your cheek slightly to bring you back down to earth. He had been the first to drop to the ground next to you, lifting your head up to make sure nothing had scraped it in the fall.

Ray came next from his hiding spot behind a now splintered chair, then Winston's wide eyed form, and finally Egon holding a smoking trap.

"Vitals appear to be steady." Ray said. He pulled his fingers away from the spot on your neck he had been checking, looking at the rest of them. He sighed like a ten pound weight had been lifted off his chest.

"You worry too much Stanz." Peter said, jesting. But his usual playful tone was dampened, and he didn't look up until you groaned.

"Did anyone catch the number of that bus that ran me over?" You hissed, shielding your eyes from a nonexistent bright light.

Silence.

Winston broke out into laughter first, with the rest following suit. Egon smiled as Peter giggled, and Ray was practically rolling on the floor.

"Trauma response." Egon said between baritone chuckles, only able to get one word out at a time. "Surprised this is the first time we're having one."

"Do I even have to ask what happened?" You said while pushing yourself up on your forearms. Winston just shook his head at you, and slapped you on the back.

"We'll tell you back at the firehouse, kid." He said with a shake of his head. You frowned at the nickname, but eventually let a smile crack.

The five of you sat in each other presence for a little bit, letting the laughter die down as the mood came to a stop.

"So—" Peter cleared his throat.

"—who wants to be the one that talks to the client?"

You were left sitting on the floor as they all scrambled to get out, surrounded by broken glass.

"Assholes."

[sporesmoldsfungus]

Safety Net | Egon Spengler x Reader

Hi Everyone! This is my first time writing for Egon and I would be lying If I said I did not thoroughly enjoy myself. Im still figuring out how to use Tumblr, so any tips would be well appreciated. Hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 3.1K

Side note: look how cute our man is in this gif, I cannot deal!!!

******

You grimace as you put your sleeve over your mouth, the smoke from the trap causing you to cough in reaction. 

“I Don’t think I will ever get used to that smell” You murmur to Ray as you pass him the trap. You were both currently out of town on a job for an old opera house. The job required you to stay at a hotel last night so you could catch the ghost in question early that morning. The ghost busters usually didn’t accept jobs from out of town, but when the owner of the opera house mentioned a large check, Peter could not say no. Of course, he had no intention of doing the job himself, which was why you and Ray were in the current situation. 

“Egon said it has something to do with the negative energy the ghost emit when captured” Ray explained, he also grimaced as he took the trap from you. He brought the trap over to Ecto-1 and threw it in the back before closing the door. “I cannot wait to get back and sleep in my own bed” He sighed. 

“Yeah, me too. Those hotel beds were horrible” you agreed as you made your way towards the driver’s side of the car. Ray had drove you both to the location, you thought you would return the favour by driving home. “I’ll make sure the invoice for those rooms go to Venkman, he’s the reason we had to do this job in the first place” You joke.

“Always the same, even in college he always got the best side of the deal” Ray agreed as he got into his side of the car, immediately putting the heaters on after he sat down.”

“Oh please don’t remind me of Peter’s Sorority years, I’ve had enough pain today to last me at least a week” You grumble as you gently rubbed your neck. The ghost you had been hired to capture had a little bit of a nasty streak. Just as you were about to capture it, it had thrown you back into a wall, your neck and shoulder hadn’t felt right since. 

Ray chuckled before asking in a concerned tone. “Are you alright to drive? I don’t mind switching”.

“I’ll be okay, an ice pack at home should do the trick” You smiled before turning the car on and starting your journey home. Ray’s selflessness was one of your favourite things about the scientist. No matter what the situation, Ray always offered to help. 

******

You firstly met Ray, Egon and Peter around eight years ago at Columbia University. As you walked through the door to your first lecture on parapsychology, you had noticed there was only one seat left available to sit in. Next to the free seat, sat the dorkiest man you had ever set eyes on. He had large round glasses that were definitely a decade out of fashion, but you couldn’t picture him wearing any other style. His slightly curly hair was neatly kept, and you couldn’t help but wonder what routine he used to tame it. The more you stared, the more you admired how beautiful this man was. From the way he had dressed himself in a suit just for a lecture, to the way his forehead was slightly creased due to the front on his face as he read over a book. 

You slowly made your way over to the empty seat, hesitating before sitting down. “Is this seat taken?” you asked softly, a small blush covered your cheeks and nose.

The man’s head rose to look up at you, his frown softening as he looked at you. It felt like he had been staring at you for an hour before he eventually cleared his throat. “uh, no this seat is free” he nodded before awkwardly going back to his book. 

You gave a small smile and sat down on the stool. As you brought your textbooks from your bag, you caught a glimpse of what the man next to you was reading. “you’re a fan of Joseph Rhine?”.

“Uhh, just a little bit of light reading” he replied hesitantly, as if he didn’t realise you were talking to him at first. 

You gave a small nod. “I’m more a fan of Arthur Doyle, myself”

“The sherlock Holmes author?” he asked sceptically.

You gave an enthusiastic nod “Yes, many people don’t know that he actually does research in telepathy and seances too”.  Just like every time you talked about anything on the lines of parapsychology, you could feel yourself becoming excited. Your family did everything in attempt to get you to choose a more ‘normal’ degree like English or Biology, but nothing could have possibly changed your mind. 

“interesting” he mumbled; his face looked as if it was deep in thought for a moment before he opened up a notebook, and scribbled down the author’s name. 

“My name is Y/N, by the way” you stuck your hand towards the man, a gentle smile on your lips. You were trying your best to follow your mother’s advice she had given you on the phone this morning. ‘Any day, is a successful day, if you meet a new friend’. 

The man returned a very small smile before gently taking your hand. “Egon Spengler”

“Lovely to meet you Egon”.

What you were unaware of that day, was why Egon had been sitting alone, when in fact his two best friends were sat directly behind him. Peter and Ray were well aware of Egon’s most important rule. ‘I forbid anybody to sit next to me in lectures, talking is a distraction of learning’.  Almost every day he had turned people down who were looking for a spare seat, earning his friends to cringe away in embarrassment each time. However, when he had looked at you, something changed. He realised that he, for some reason, would not mind being distracted by you. Of course, he later went home and tried to conduct a full study on why he felt this way, but it took him four years before he later came up with a reasonable conclusion. 

Later that day, you were introduced to Ray and Peter, through the expense of Egon being the centre of one of Peter’s jokes. After that day on, the four of you had been close friends ever since. 

******

After complaining about New York traffic for at least thirty minutes, you finally drove into the firehouse, sighing with content as you parked the car. “Home, sweet, home”. 

As you got out of the car, a floating green blob flew towards you, it’s stick like arms wrapping around your neck. 

“Awhh, I missed you too slimer” You chuckled as you hugged the ghost back. 

“How come he never slimes you; I swear he has full control of that stuff” Peter grumbled as he walked out his office and headed towards you. 

“Oh Peter, are you jealous that slimer loves me more? I’m sure he’d love to come and give you a cuddle too” You joked as you let go of the ghost, a mischievous smirk on your face. 

“Don’t you dare” He warned, his eyes narrowing as he spoke slowly. 

“Fine, you win this time. However, me and Ray have decided you are getting invoiced for those hotel rooms, after all, it was your call to take”. 

Peter struggled to find a reply for a moment before sighing in defeat. “Whatever, just give the papers to Janine, I’m too tired to debate this one out”. 

“What’s the matter? You’re not sick are you” You asked genuinely. If needed, Peter normally had the social skills to sell ice to someone who lived in the North pole. 

“No, I’m not sick. But considering I’m paying for the hotel rooms, I need to call in a favour from you too” He replied, leaning against the side of Ecto-1 as he spoke. 

You stopped unloading the equipment from the back to give him your full attention. “I’m not taking the blame again for you not closing the containment unit correctly”

“You forgot to close the containment unit again!” Ray rushed from behind the car, his face frantic as he looked between you and Peter. 

“No! The containment unit is fine! Gosh, what do you people take me for?” Peter replied quickly, finishing the sentence with a scoff.  “I’m calling in a favour because Spengz hasn’t left the lab since you went on that call”. He finally explained. 

Your heart sunk a little as Peter spoke. It was not unusually for Egon to spend hours at a time in the lab, but you and Ray had been gone for over twenty-four hours. Egon tended to go through stages where he become so fixated on science, his personal health was forgotten to him. He had the potential to go days without eating or sleeping, which often made him ill and even more stressed out for a few days. The boys did their best to encourage Egon to stop working, but it just resulting in them being thrown out of the lab. The boys sometimes called you their “secret weapon” which they would release when things got bad. 

You gave a sad sigh and nodded in understanding to Peter. “I’ll try my best” you muttered as you took a bag from ecto-1’s side door. You and Ray had picked up some snacks on the way home from your call that you were going to attempt to use. 

You headed downstairs and gently tapped on the lab door before entering. “Guess who’s back” you said cheerily, trying your best to act like you were unaware of Egon’s shenanigans. When you entered the lab, he was sat at his desk, microscope at hand. 

“Hey Sweetheart” he said softly, although you could hear the tired undertone in his voice. “How did the call go?”.

“It was just a class three, nothing we could not deal with. Although, it did get a little aggressive at the end” You explained as you came up and hugged him from behind. 

He gave a soft smile and rested one hand on your arms that were wrapped around him, his other hand continued to write down his notes from the microscope. “You must be tired from the drive home, why don’t you go and get some rest” He suggested. 

“Well, I was thinking perhaps me and you could get something to eat first?” you tried at your first attempt of dragging him from the lab. “We could order from your favourite Thai place.” You bribed. 

“That sounds great, but I really need to finish my work on this new slime sample.” Egon replied with a sigh as he continued to work with his microscope. “I really think I’m onto something with this sample, the electrochemical bond is unlike any other we’ve encountered”. 

“Oh, okay” you gave a small nod, thinking how this was going to be harder than you thought. “Well, I bought some snack on the way home from the call, we could share them in the meantime?” You suggested as you walked over to grab the bag you had put on the counter. 

“I would, but I really need to test the polarity of this sample” He abstained.

“Egon, you taking a five-minute break to eat sugary treats with me will not cause Gozer to raise from the dead.”

This time he finally looked up at you, a million thoughts seemed to be going through his head before he finally said. “Okay, but only a few minutes” He agreed, moving over to the other counter to sit next to you. 

‘Result!’ you thought. 

You gave him a bright smile and laid out the packets of food in front of you both. 

“So, did Peter behave himself whilst I was away?” You joked as you opened as packet of crisps. 

Egon hummed. “Peter behaved like Peter, if that answers your question.”  He also opened a box of twinkies as he spoke.  “I suppose it does” You agreed. “I also came up with a new theory” You announced. 

“And what would that be?” 

“Peter actually loves having slimer around. In fact, I think slimer is Peter’s favourite supernatural entity.”

Egon gave a low chuckle and you mentally ticked off another achievement box.

“Are you sure you’re not lacking sleep? That’s the most impossible theory you have conducted” Egon asked with a small smile. 

“Oh, I’m exhausted, those hotel beds should be burnt, they were horrible!” You exclaimed. You moved your neck side to side in order to relieve some of the tension. As you did so, your hair moved to the side, giving a plain sight to the side of your neck. 

Any humour that Egon had managed to gather instantly left his face at the sight of your neck. Right under your hairline, a purply black bruise began to form.

 Your neck and shoulders had been aching ever since the ghost had thrown you back into the wall. You had gotten your fair number of beatings when being on calls, but you always managed to just walk them off. You thought this was just like other times, but you were unaware of how much your neck was bruising. 

Egon slowly reached up and brushed the hair from the side of your neck, exposing more of the skin. You couldn’t help but wince a little from the pain. 

“What did this to you?” He whispered; his voice barely auditable.

You hesitated a little. “The ghost I said that got a little aggressive, he had a thing for throwing people too” You replied with an award chuckle, trying your best to lighten the mood. 

Egon clenched his jaw. “You need to ice this” he mumbled before going over to the lab freezer and pulling out an ice pack. Before he placed the ice pack on your neck, he very gently tied your hair back with the hair tie you conveniently had on your wrist. You tried your best not to wince which caused him to murmur a small “sorry”.

“I’m okay. Honestly, it doesn’t hurt that much” You reassured, taking his place of holding the icepack to the bruise. 

He sat back down next to you and gently took your free hand. “Y/N, you should really go and rest.” He told you softly, but with an authoritative undertone. “An injury like this is only going to heal with rest.”

Your eyes softened as you looked at him, really looked at him. The man before you looked exhausted. His eyes were dark but were still looking at you with pure love, His skin was slightly pale and his face had a slightly sad aura. Despite your friends attempts, nobody could persuade Egon to look after himself in the last twenty-four hours, but here he was, fully invested in your health and safety. Oh, the irony. 

“Are you in any pain?” He asked sadly, his eyes frowning a little as he noticed your eyes starting to glass over a little with tears. 

You slightly shook your head before leaning over and gently placing your lips to his. He seemed to relax at your touch, something that he had developed overtime. “I’ll make you a deal” You whispered as you pulled back to look at him, your face still quite close to his. 

He gently rubbed the back of your hand he was still holding with his thumb. He remained quiet, waiting for you to continue. 

“I will take a nap and rest my neck, but only if you come and keep me company” You bargained sweetly. 

Egon let out a sigh, he looked over his should at the slime sample before looking back to you. “Alright” He agreed. “But you’re keeping the icepack on” He added as he stood up, his hand remaining around yours as he led you upstairs and up to the bedrooms. You and Janine had your own bedroom with two double beds. Meanings that Janine hardly stayed at the firehouse, you and Egon had partly claimed the room for yourselves. 

“Now lovebirds, I don’t want to hear any noises coming from that room” Peter joked loudly as you and Egon got to the top floor. 

“Oh slimer! Peter said he wants a cuddle!” You yelled loudly with a huge smirk. The distant yelling of peter could be heard as Egon closed the bedroom door.

“I love that little ghost” You beamed as you got a set of pyjamas for you and Egon from the wardrobe. 

You both began to change into your pyjamas, Egon having to help you pull your t-shirt over your head due to the pain of your neck. As you got into bed, you gently took off Egon’s glasses and set them on the nightstand on your side of the bed, just in case he got any ideas about going back to the lab. You were a light sleeper and would wake up if he decided to slip out through the night. 

Egon wrapped his arms around you as you cuddled up to him, doing his best to avoid your neck at all costs. Just as you were about to drop off to sleep, he mumbled “I’m sorry”. You gave a small frown and opened your eyes again. “You have nothing to be sorry for” you said almost instantly. You repositioned yourself so you were resting on his chest but looking up at him. 

“I didn’t realise I was worrying people again” he said softly, looking down at you as he spoke. It had finally sunk in why you and his friends had been asking him to eat and rest a lot recently.

Your heart almost broke when you realised what he meant. “Oh Egon” You whispered sadly. You reached up and gently kissed his lips, his hand coming up to your cheek as you melted into each other’s grasp. “We all care about you so much” you told him sincerely. 

He gave a small nod before softly kissing you again. “Get some rest” he mumbled as he pulled away.  He gave the top of your head a small kiss as you repositioned yourself on his chest. 

Egon acknowledging why people were worried was the winning streak in your eyes. He was not somebody who needed to be told something many times, as soon as he acknowledged an issue, he would do his best to change things. 

“Goodnight, my love” “Goodnight, Sweetheart”

[shelbgrey]

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Hold on, I love you (Egon spengler)

Paring: Egon spengler x Fem!Reader

Summary: Egon and y/n have never had the guts to admit their feelings in fear of ruining the friendship that's dear to them, but why dose it take an accident during a call for him to tell y/n he loves her.

A/n: jeez, I write one original flash-fic in my creative writing class and I re-enter my Angst era. This is lossly based off one of my assignments in creative writing. And this is way longer than I anticipated, I just sorta blacked out and had this, the beginning sucks but it gets better, I promise.

Prompts:

1.6) “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” - “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

2.1) “i love you in every universe”

MasterList

Egon was a man of little words most of the time, it never bothered him or his friends. That was until y/n showed up, she was the younger cousin of Peter Venkman. Unlike her older cousin she was very soft spoken, happy, and the kindest person any of the Ghostbusters ever met. She also knew a butt load of supernatural stuff so there was no question about it when she joined the team.

When she joined she was immediately welcomed with open arms and it was as if she was there from the very beginning, she soon found a best friend in Ray and Winston.

What the team would have never anticipated was the life that she awoke in Egon, the two bonded over science and snacks and soon the two were glued to the hip. Peter had a hay day with that. Egon just seemed more happier and less robotic when she was around. Then it seemed everyone knew they liked each other except the two of them.

They would sneak loving glances at one another and Peter or Winston would always catch them. Then it just became something the team had to ride through, the bet they all set wasn't even fun anymore.

Fast forward to today, it's a normal day at the firehouse. Of course the day starts off with the gentle smiles and glances between y/n and Egon or as Peter puts it 'their mind numbing mating ritual.

Anyway, what the team called normal was not even getting through breakfast before they were called in a case. The call wasn't totally unusual but after y/n did her usual 'Sam Winchester' research hour they anticipated the poltergeist isn't like anything they dealt with before, sure poltergeists weren't unusual but this one might be more powerful and be classified as a vengeful spirit.

The call was from a real estate company. They were trying to sell an old mansion just outside of New York but when they went to clean and remodel they ran into the poltergeist. They were apparently threatened with a lawsuit if they didn't get rid of the ghost.

~~~~~~~~(1st pov)~~~~~~~~

“this poltergeist is a lot more powerful than what we dealt with before so be careful everyone…” Egon said climbing out of Ecto-1, Peter clapped his hands together and rubbed them together like a villain would in a poorly made cartoon. “ooh, I like them feisty”

I rolled my eyes as I let a chuckle slip past my lips “and please for the love of God don't tease the ghost” I said unloading my protonpack.

Peter slapped his hand over his heart, acting offended. “Miss. L/n, how dare you accuse me of such accusations… I Do not do that”

“oh yeah, remember what happened last call?” Winston said.

“yeah, like when you said you were gonna pretend to be a priest” I said with my fist on my hip.

“and quoted the exorcist a dozen times” Ray added.

“not my fault Casper didn't want to talk about JC”

Peter walked in front of us and stared down the dark hallway “don't piss the ghost off too much pete” I mumbled as I scanned the area with my EMF meter.

Peter gave me a cheeky grin and turned to the back of the dark room. “Oh, boy!” he hollered. “I'm sooo lost, I hope there isn't some ancient supernatural poltergeist that could possibly gobble my sexy body here”

“really?” Winston asked with a crooked eyebrow.

“it amazes me you have a wife” I added with a chuckle as Egon strung some kinda trip wire, It would act similar to a salt circle.

The dark Hallway rumbled and hissed. Peter smirked again. “Come on Honey, don't be shy!” The pitch black hallway rumbled and shook as the poltergeist charged forward, it stood ten feet tall and had a black hooded-roab that covered its unnatural form. It also had four red eyes and sharp claws. When is snarled you cold see dozens of sharp teeth covered in saliva and blood.

The poltergeist tried to charge at Peter with its claws but it was whipped back due to the proton-line Egon set up. Peter snorted and covered his laugh with his hand as the poltergeist floated around angry.

“Change of plans honey, you ain't snakin' on me” Peter joked then looked over his shoulder at us. “I'm just too handsome to be eaten”

Before he could turn back around the poltergeist coughed up a chunk of slime, Peter quickly dodged it, preventing days of scrubbing slime out of his hair. “ha, not today sucker!”

Peter started laughing, the rest of us just rolled our eyes and turned on the protonpack. “stay behind us,” Egon said to me. I rolled my eyes, I knew he was just trying to protect me(along with the rest of the boys) but it got annoying sometimes.

“Peter, just release the line,” Winston said, pointing his gun towards the poltergeist.

Peter nodded as his laughter died down. “Okay, okay, look alive soldiers!”

Peter and Winston quickly got their proton streams knotted around the poltergeist with a perfect ame. The poltergeist shrieked and yelled as it lunged at Ray, baring its bloody teeth. Ray quickly dodges the hit, as he falls on his back he turns the gun to full power.

Peter started singing 'why can't we be friends' under his breath while he leaned back, trying to control the poltergeist's movement. “Almost got it” Winston added with a grunt as he and Egon shielded the way that led to my direction, I quickly turned mine. Now all five streams were tangled on the poltergeist.

“N/n, get the trap!” Winston shouted, I turned my gun off and went after it. I got it and sat on the ground before sliding it on the ground to the boys.

Just seconds later the poltergeist breaks free from the stream and rushes towards Ray and Peter, they both immediately ducked, making the poltergeist miss them. Ray jumped back to his feet and pulled out one of the hand held proton guns and shot the poltergeist as it charged towards my direction.

The poltergeist shrieks and flies around like the Tasmanian devil. It pushes through the pain and lunges out of the stream before charging at me, claws bared. I pulled out the same gun Ray used, before I could pull the trigger the poltergeist’s huge claws slash down missing me just by a hair after I quickly dodged it. The poltergeist swang again and this time it left four brutal gashes from my right breast down to my stomach, these scratches were deep and painful, it made me gag. I felt the blood leak out at a thicker pace, the nauseating pain shouts through my entire anatomy. The sight of four diagonal gashes on my jumpsuit nearly knocks me over in a fit of panic.

“y/n!” I heard Egon shout, I coughed due to the taste of blood and felt my knees buckle. Before I could hit the broken tile floor Egon caught me.

“OVER HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Peter shouted, the poltergeist wiped around with a hiss and charged towards Peter and Winston, claws out.

—(3rd pov)---

“Egon” she coughed, she desperately tried to swallow and clear the irony taste of blood on her tongue. Egon felt her gentle hands weakly cling to him as he sank to the ground, he fell to his knees and held her in his lap. Egon felt his throat constrict, every organ in his stomach twist and turned, he was unable to breathe as he stared at her battered body.

“she's loosing too much blood, control the bleeding” his mind races. There's so much blood and she's dying, no he couldn't think like that.

The poltergeist turns its attention to Peter in the distance, as Egon puts pressure on her cuts. His panic only ensues as the blood wouldn't let up, his freezes as she locks eyes with him.

“Egon…” she reached up and placed her hand on his cheek, it limply slid down smearing a red hand print on his cheek.

“Shh… Just stay with me, please” he said, stumbling over his words as he ripped the fabric of your pants leg to keep the blood from flowing out of the wounds.

The blood kept flowing and this time he didn't know what to do, he was now absolutely immobilized with fear.

“Ray!” Egon shouts. “Ray, help me!” Ray whips around, his eyes widened as he sees his best friend bleeding out in Egon's arms. Ray sprints over to them and drops to his knees. “Oh God, y-you're gonna be okay N/n, okay” He said placing his hand on her cheek then quickly grabbing the first-aid kit that was strapped to his proton pack, they added it years ago after Peter almost got castrated by class IV spirit.

Ray quickly tears open a package of gause with his teeth and places it over her chest. “Okay, I'm gonna lift her up and you need to wrap her. '' Ray looked up and saw Egon trembling and not moving, Ray pushed his shoulder while he fought his own tears. “Egon! She needs you right now”

Egon quickly shook his head and fumbled with the med-tape, Ray gently lifted her torso up while her arms limply held on to his neck. Egon tries desperately to concentrate enough as he wraps med-tape around her torso tightly.

Ray looked up, shaking his head desperately. “W-we need to call 911, this isn't gonna help her”

“Hey, Darling, I need you to stay with us. Stay with me,” His voice quivers with fear as he tightens the wrap on her chest, after he was done Ray gently layed her back in Egon's lap. “You’re gonna be alright. Just keep breathing.”

The three are drenched in her blood, Egon looks down and gulps when he sees that his hands are nothing but pure red from her blood. Everything Is drenched in her blood, Ray's jumpsuit, Egon's entire body, everything was just red.

In the distance, Peter and Winston are fighting the poltergeist. Winston stepped back and whipped the stream back to try and weaken the ghost, for a split second Winston wondered where the rest of his team was. He made the mistake and looked back.

“Y/N!” he shouted in anguish. Just out of instinct and pure love for the girl he dropped the stream and ran to her.

“oh my god” he placed his hand over his mouth when he saw all the blood. His stomach couldn't take it and he turned away and vomited out everything he had in his stomach.

“Winston, get on the radio and call for an ambulance” Ray said in a shaky voice, Winston wiped his mouth and ran out to Ecto-1. You could hear his voice from the distance and as he barked orders with a shaky voice. He came running back into the building seconds later.

“we got about 30 minutes give or take” Winston said as his nausea came bubbling back at the sight over drenched in red and unresponsive.

“GOD DAMMIT! WHERE ARE IDIOTS DOING!” Peter shouted over the proton stream and the screams of the poltergeist, he was totally unaware of the bloodbath the woman he considered a sister was setting in.

The screams of the poltergeist only got louder but Peter had no problem shouting over them in anger. “WINSTON! QUIT JERKING OFF AND GET OVER HERE!”

Winston did snap out of it and the nausea was replaced by pure rage. “this just got personal you bastard” he was at Peter's side in seconds turning his proton pack back on.

Peter tosses the trap under the area the poltergeist was floating and jerking around.

Their streams knotted around the thrashing ghost, struggling to contain it as Peter avoids looking in there direction, deep down he knew something was wrong but he was too pissed because he was ditched.

“Egon! Guys! Snap out of it, bud! I really need your help here!” Peter and Winston were both drenched in sweat and slime as they started to lose their balance.

“YOU GO STRAIGHT BACK TO HELL YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Winston yelled as his boots started sliding across the concrete.

“Damit! Hang on Winny” Peter said, pulling his arms back but the poltergeist jumped back, pulling harder.

“Goddamnit! Spengler! Ray! get off your asses and help!” Peter shouted, he was still oblivious to what was going on in the distance.

Egon's watery eyes darted up and stared at Peter and Winston. Egon stayed completely still, eyes wide and fearful as his big brain refused to process what Peter was saying.

As Winston ramps up his stream to full power light cast over everything, Peter looked over his shoulder about to yell at Egon and Ray but his words got caught in his throat when the light of the proton stream shined on Egon and Y/n.

“You gotta be shitting me” Peter grunts and slams his foot on the trigger pedal, then yanks the weakened ghost towards the glowing trap. The poltergeist shrieks in pain as it's sucked in and the ghost disappears.

The trap shuts and Winston drops his gun immediately, he runs back to Egon, Ray, and y/n. “Oh God, honey” he whispered as he took her limp hand.

Winston tried to take her into his arms but Egon just shot him a treating look and held her tighter. Peter was still trying to catch his breath, he was dubbed over with his hands on his knees. He breathed in and out until his lungs were ready for him to function correctly, he set up straight and looked towards his team.

He felt nothing but fear and anger when he saw her. His jaw clenched. “DAMIT” He shouts and kicks the trap across the asphalt. It clatters along the ground and crashes into the brick wall, he's lucky it didn't shatter everywhere.

Tears pricked his eyes as he got down on one knee next to Egon, like Winston he reached for the girl. Egon flinched back and held her closer still trying to stop the bleeding. Damn… She's lost so much.

“You touch her, I'll kill you” he said with tears streaming down his face. “this is all my fault” he sobbed into her hair.

For a moment Peter stood there shocked, he's never seen the doctor cry. Hell he's never seen Egon show any type of emotion until y/n showed up into their lives.

Egon only cried harder when the sounds of sirens was heard and ambulance lights flashed through the broken windows.

“We got you Honey” Winston whispered as he, and the other three boys gently lifted her up and met the paramedics outside.

The paramedics drove off seconds later driving like a bat out of hell trying to get to the hospital. When the sirens died down Peter felt his anger bubble over like an over filled boiling pot, hot and aggressive. He turns to

He then turns to Egon and seizes Egon by the lapels of his jumpsuit. Despite the Height difference, Peter was able to harshly slam the taller man into the side of the mansion. Egon winced in pain when his back hit the brick wall. Sure it hurt, but it wasn't as painful as it was to see y/n covered in blood. “What the fuck is your problem?! Huh?! Do you want her to die! Is that what you want!” Peter shouted as he jerked Egon forward and slammed him into the wall again, his glass fell lose hanging down on tip of his nose.

“Peter” Ray croaked out, he was ignored while Peter let out all his anger.

“You love her huh?! Could have fooled me. You just let that damn thing destroy her insides!” he threw a punch this time, Egon fell to the ground as Winston and Ray pulled them away from each other. Egon sinks to the ground. His throat constricts, he's unable to breathe as tonight events flashed in his mind on repeat.

“It's no one's fault!” Ray shouted as he placed his hand on Peter's chest and pushed him backwards. “Tonight was an accident! A terrible, terrible accident!”

“Do you think she would have wanted us to tear each other apart over her?” Winston asked, kneeling down to help Egon up. “I could have happened to any of us”

Peter clenched his fist. “but it's not supposed to happen to her! Our job is not only to get rid of the ghost but to keep her safe too!”

Tears spill down Peter’s face as his rage melts into pure sorrow and he falls to his knees next to Ray. Peter screws his eyes shut as he busts into uncontrollable sobs, Ray put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

After the team got done grieving and losing their shit, they loaded Ecto-1 up. Egon was silently sitting on the curb, back to his usual unemotional self. It killed Ray to see him so blank again, but then again he could see every ounce of pain that Egon was feeling.

Ray came up to egon and smiled softly. “I got a call from one of the nurses, y/n is still in surgery but they have high hopes she'll pull through… she had a blood transfusion too”

Egon didn't say anything, only slightly nodded and picked at the fabric of his jumpsuit. Ray sighed and rubbed his shoulder. “let's get cleaned up and we'll go see her”

Egon didn't move, Ray sighed and tugged him up. “come on buddy”

As Ray lifed egon up a pair of head lights appeared, it was Dana. Ray smiled at her softly as she got out of the car quietly, Oscar was fast asleep on his car seat.

“oh no” she whispered. Ray didn't say anything and told her to take Peter back to their apartment.

Dana silently and gently got Peter in the back seat of her car, he immediately gave Oscar and gentle hug and kiss his forehead. Dana shut the door and pulled Ray and Egon into a tight hug, not caring they were covered in blood and filth.

“get home safe and keep me updated with Y/n” she whispered and kissed Egon on the cheek. She got in the car and took her boys home. Winston sighed and walked over to be with his friends. “everything is loaded up”

Ray sighed and rubbed his forehead, it's been and long night and he never wants to live anything similar to this in the future at any given moment. He gripped Egon's shoulder and the three piled into Ecto-1 without another word, Winston drove since he was the only one who felt 'okay' to drive at the moment.

~at the Firehouse~

When the boys got home they silently put their equipment away and separated, Winston grabed his car keys and started his journey to the hospital while Egon and Ray went upstairs to clean up.

As Egon walked through the pitch black bedroom he couldn't help but brush his fingers over the bed she slept in, it was the nicest in the room, draped in soft blankets and fluffy pillows. It was always made nice and had a panda bear plushie Ray gave her long ago.

Egon let out a tired sigh and continued his journey to the shower room, since their home was an old fire house there was dozen shower heads in the room and they all had privacy cubicles and harsh forlecent lights.

Egon looked down at studyed his curnt state, covered in the blood of the woman he loves, he continues to question himself why he didn't just tell her when he had the chance. Egon agressevelly tries to break free of confines of the jumpsuit, it felt too constricting now. He ripped it off, breaking the zipper in the process.

Egon slames the ruby stained clothing to the bottom of the trash can, jumpsuit and all, and turns on the shower to it's hottest Temperature. After taking off his bent up glasses, he steps in and watches the first layer her blood run off of his body and fall down the drain. He opens his eyes and staired at his hands, the blood was still there. His chest heaves in panic as he scrubbed his hands raw. They were a hint of pink from the blood and so was his chest, he couldn't get the blood off. Dispite the scolding water a shiver went down his spine as he slumped against the cubicle wall.

“the blood…” he croaked out to Ray after he got out of the shower, he stood in front of Ray holding his shaky hands out infront of him. Ray looked up and saw his pink hands and since egon only put a pair of pajama pants on he saw his chest was stained with blood as well. “it won't come off Ray”

Ray didn't know what to say, he stood up and gave him a hug. “you should get some rest” he whispered, Egon flinched out of his arms and looked at Ray like he had three heads. “We're supposed go to the hospital”

Ray took a deep breath. “Egon your exhausted, scared… I promise we'll go in the morning, Winston is in the hospital waiting room as we speak”

Egon didn't protest so Ray went to take his turn in the shower. “I need to know if it's possible that two people can stay happy together forever.” Egon said softly.

Ray turned around and shrugged, he gave him a serious look and said, “in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are”

Egon nodded soulfully, “I just wish I had the brain capacity to tell her I loved her”

“It's not about brain capacity, but if you ask me y/n loves you for who you are” Ray said as he left to take his shower Egon's eyes trailed back to y/n's bed. The warmth of it and hint of her perfume beckoned him over. He silently crawled under her soft blankets and holds her stuffed bear to his chest. He buried his face into it and let the tears fall freely when her sent fully engolfed him.

He felt so exhausted but couldn't bring himself to go to sleep. Instead, he stares blankly at her night stand. It was small and neatly cluttered, it had small desk lamp she painted flowers on it and copy of The Outsiders and To kill a mockingbird. Next to the novels was a small picture frame that held a photo with all five of them. In the photo they were all standing infront of Ecto-1, y/n was setting on the hood while Ray and Egon set on either side of her. She hand her arms around the both of them while Peter stood next to Ray holding up devil horns and Winston stood next to Egon with his big goofy smile. Those boys ment everything to her.

Even with all the joyful things on her desk he could be looking at, his eyes just stared at the red telaphone was was in the open nightstand drawer, he waited for a call.. A call from anyone to tell him she was okay. He didn't know when he fell asleep, but when his eyes closed they didn't opened back up. When Ray got out of the shower(blood stained like Egon) Egon was fast asleep.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

It was barely 6 o'clock in the morning when Egon woke Ray up so they could go to the hospital. Sun was barely up when Ecto-1 drove down the partly empty street, the city wasn't even awake yet. The car was completely silent, the only sounds was Ray's loud yawns as he silently drove down the street.

Egon just wanted to see you, the hospital probably wasn't even opened yet but that didn't matter. By the time the hospital comes into view, the sky was a mixture of purples and orange as the sun slowly peaked from behind the tall buildings of new York.

The two men were completely ignored when the walked into the hospital, the nurse who was at the front desk let them pass by as she fought to stay awake during her shift. The two men went into the waiting room and saw Winston and Peter fast asleep, they were both in the uncomfortable chairs snoring away. Winston had his arms crossed over his chest and his legs were propped up on the tiny coffee table, Peter had his head tilted back and was using his coat as a blanket.

“I'm gonna find y/n's room” Egon said bluntly and left Ray with the snoring men, Ray sighed and just slumped on the couch that felt like it was made of bricks and plastic, it didn't matter how uncomfortable it was because he was out like a light again.

Egon walked down the quiet hallway, it was deserted and there was no night shifters in sight to kick him out. He didn't relize how nervous he was until his hands touched the door knob of her room, his fingers flinched away as he feared the worst. He didn't want to see her all battered up with wires sticking out of her, he only hope she was just resting peaceful on the other side of the door.

He gently knocked and peaked behind the door, he sighed when he saw her peaceful sleeping with a dopey Black dog plushie. Winston got it for her no doubt. Not wanting to wake her, he silently pulled a chair next to her bed the pulled her cold hand to his lips, he kissed it softly then gently held it.

Y/n shifted softly, the sudden movement make Egon fully alert.

“hi…” she smiled softly, he sighed in relief and rested his forehead on her leg. She tilted her head and gently brushed her cold fingers through his curls, the contact made his wall suddenly crumble. Tears of both gult and relief soaked her blanket. “I'm sorry… S-so sorry”

“Eggie… It's okay… Egon Everything is okay now” she cood. It was the first time ever she's seen him cry and she held no judgment. The only judgment was the one he was pushing on himself. “this is all my fault… I'm sorry”

“it's not your fault Egon…We're both safe now” y/n rested her hand on his cheek and he immediately nuzzled his face closer basking In her touch. His hand rested on top of hers and kissed her palm. “I love you”

The statement took her by surprise, but she wasn't disappointed. Egon didn't know how long she's been waiting to hear that and if she wasn't hurting and looking like a Freddy Kruger victim, she's be jumping into his arms or dancing around.

She smiled and pulled him closer, he got the message and leaned over to her making sure he didn't put any of his wight on her aching body. Their lips brushed up against each and this time there was no interruptions. The kiss was so gentle and held so much passion, he kissed her like it was the last time he'd every be able to do it. He pulled away and rested his forehead on hers.

She smiled softly. “I love you in every universe”

[tinyvesselhearts]

What Fear Does to People (Egon x You)

It's Chapter 8 of my series Thing Is but can be read as a standalone.

Rating: Mature (descriptions of violence) Pairing: Egon Spengler x You (no Y/N) Others: "Platonic" bed-sharing, pre-relationship, gentle touching, hurt/comfort, ghosthunting, Lovecraftian monsters, Ray's recovering from a bust and he's not currently at the station

(also: a reference to GB game. If you know, you know)

It’s roughly 2 a.m. when it starts.

Egon wakes up with a shiver. He’s freezing. A gust of wind runs through his clothes and that in itself is enough to put him on guard. Thing is, all the windows are closed, both of you are covered with quilts and there’s no tangible cause for the cold. No rational excuse, unless…

With mounting suspicion, he takes a look around. It’s pitch black and he can barely make out the edges of Ray’s empty cot. Warmth of the linen seems to hit him all at once, stark contrast to what he’s just felt on his skin. Disconcerting. Eerie, maybe— but he’s calm nonetheless. This is how those entities operate. The Collective: all kinds of eldritch horrors. They’re playing hide- and- seek until their victims can’t keep their wits about them anymore and he— as a devoted scientist and a Ghostbuster (yes, the very same)— is here to teach a lesson.

You’re unabashedly curled up against his side. Safe, unbothered, sound asleep. The attacker must be considering you innocuous enough, likely due to your comparative vulnerability, and is focused on Egon. Perfect. He lays his head back but doesn’t close his eyes— he’s vigilant— alert— ready.

The thing about Collective Unconscious is that despite being aware of its modus operandi, human brain is pretty pathetic in comparison. Its innate susceptibility to fear, specifically. During his years of Psychology, Egon would repeatedly hear that fear and love were the strongest of all human instincts, as they made the whole body receptive and focused in an instant. Later he’d find out that’s true about fear. He has no first- hand data on the latter— he supposes due to the troubled relationship with his parents— but Peter and Ray have done enough stupid things out of affection to confirm the thesis. Since Venkman’s incident with the tank a few years back, Egon hasn’t questioned love or its impact on a subject’s decision- making process. Or common sense. Or mating choices, just to be clear.

With that in mind, Egon knows what to expect. Diminished control of his body. Flinches. Unconditioned reflexes. He is determined to distinguish between real, physical stimuli and paranoia- induced ploys. A moment to cool off, analyze and conclude before acting on impulses. That’s the plan. Right. It’s easy in theory.

A distant bang echoes in the garage. It resembles a metal tool— a wrench, maybe?— but the sound is followed by nothing else, so Egon decides it’s nothing but a figment of imagination. Until—

“What was it?”

He leans back. He can’t see your face properly but enough to notice your eyes are open.

“…Oh. You’ve heard it too?”

“It’s not like… Ray got discharged in the middle of the night and sauntered back here, is it?”

There’s another loud bang. Nobody moves but both of you are very much awake.

Egon finally speaks.

“I’ll check it.”

“Uh, okay, okay”, you whisper. “What do I do?”

“Stay here and try to sleep. I’ll handle it.”

“…what?”

“Don’t argue. There’s no time. I’ll take care of whatever that is. I’m a professional, listen to me and I’ll make sure you’re safe. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Yes, but the Ghostbusters are a team. Now you’re on your own. I’m not leaving you! What if—”

“No time”, he mutters, putting the proton pack on. “Stay here. You were so tired you almost passed out on the couch. Do I need to remind you that you put my shirt on backwards?”

“My mom says it’s good fortune!”

“I’m serious”, he states and switches the backpack on. “Eldritch horrors are different than regular spirits. They harm both physically and emotionally. Lack of proper rest weakens the cognitive functions and you may be a real, tangible danger to yourself— and to me. Especially if you’re not familiar with their strategy.”

Egon slides into a pair of slippers. It’s not the perfect job attire but it’ll have to do— he stupidly left his combat boots in the locker downstairs. Maybe when he slides down to the garage, he’ll manage to change.

He takes the final look at you because you’re awfully quiet. Exhausted and hopeless, he guesses. He’d appreciate some backup but the boys aren’t here and you’re in no position to fill the role now. When you ignored his precaution the last time (while fully capable and well- rested), you ended up wounded in his lab. What you’re facing here can do much, much more damage.

Egon briefly considers escorting you out of the premises altogether—just in case— but then, how could he ensure your safety if the spirit decides to leave after you?

His chest is heavy when he speaks.

“If anything suspicious happens in this room, call me immediately. Shout, if you have to.”

“Okay.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Alright”, he shoots you a look. “Stay here.”

You nod. It’s weak, devoid of conviction and Egon wants to emphasize how crucial it is for you to stay— but another loud bang comes from the reception area and there’s no time to waste.

Egon turns around and scuttles towards the pole. He slides down. Lands with a loud thump, doubled by the flip- flops and takes a slow, cautious look around.

He’s quick to spot the source of the noise: it’s a loose pipe lying on the floor. It might not be currently moving but it sure as heck was just a moment ago— Ray doesn’t leave spare parts scattered around the floor. He has his secret dirty stash for that.

Egon takes a long, wary look around. Nothing’s moving, except for gentle flow of a dirty cloth drying on the heater. He pulls out the PKE meter and glances at the readings. Whatever this thing is, it’s here. It may be invisible but it’s here. Lurking. Leering. Hidden in the shadow, a predator on the hunt. Any moment now.

He doesn’t even manage to slide the device back into the pocket when a slimy tentacle shoots at him.

It’s massive. Heavy and slick. Whatever creature it belongs to, it must be huge and, uh, incredibly unusual. The dissonance is almost incomprehensible: to see a wet, marine limb which acts very much alive here— in the garage of New York’s finest— in a place devoid of water (well, save for a tap).

Egon screams. He drops the PKE meter and reaches for the charged rod. A proton stream lashes outwards with full power but before it catches the giant limb, it’s already gone— slithered into the shadows, shrouded in shade.

A few things to note right away: one, the ghost is huge. Two, it’s unlike any other they’ve seen before. Three, the sheer amount of mucus suggests a healthy dose of Marsh genes. Four, it’s out of sight and apparently good at staying there. Right. All Egon has to do is pretend to be unsuspecting, so that the ghost—

“Yeah, so I’ve done some thinking and I can’t do this.”

He whips his head around. There you are: in his crumpled shirt still inside- out, peeking through the hole in the ceiling. You’re in the middle of putting on your socks.

He can’t with you. He can’t.

“What did I tell you? Don’t come down here!”

“Oops?”

“No”, he yells. “I told you to STAY! Stay! How many times—”

“Sure, and pretend your screaming flows like a nursery rhyme.”

You clutch the pole with both hands, pull yourself close and slide down. Egon curses under his breath. Shite. Shite. Of course you wouldn’t listen. Psychology classes pop up in his mind again— the most powerful instincts— the things people do for fear…

“I’m here now. Poof. Too late”, you say. “Whatever happens is on me.”

He stifles a groan. It’s a lost cause. The stairs are at the opposite end of the garage. Escorting you there would take way too long and expose you to a stealthy attack and— well, he doesn’t suppose forcing you to climb the pole is on the table.

“Alright”, he decides. “Grab the pack.”

You manage to put it on yourself. He helps you to switch it on. You huff, smile and turn to him.

“Which trap?”

“Regular.”

“On it!”

You dash towards Ecto- 1. Just as Egon suspected: the enormous tentacle emerges from the shadow and aims.

Egon shoots. The proton stream reaches the ghost this time. The current wraps around its shape. The ectoplasmic limb wrestles and yanks but he holds it in place: it’s your turn to capture it before it rips the shackle.

“Now!”

You slide the contraption right under the ghost. Set the pedal. Step. Open. Wait.

Intense glow fills the room. Egon navigates the tentacle downwards but for some inexplicable reason the trap doesn’t seem to swallow its prey. It tries— sucks some ectoplasmic residue, hoovers up some of its slime— but the monster doesn’t get pulled in, as if it was… attached to something?

A roar echoes through the garage and everything happens at once: the trap closes, proton stream breaks and the ghost dissipates again.

You’re the first to whisper.

“…Is it…?”

“No”, Egon exhales. “It’s around here somewhere.”

“So… The trap didn’t work? Why?”

“Apparently it’s not just a ghost. It must be a complex being with some sort of material form. We may need to overpower it in a more… traditional sense.”

“Chain? Wires? Chandelier? Forget- me rod? A random hydraulic pipe of oblivion?”

Your flowery language is both a blessing and a curse. That translates into a perfect bait. Keep talking.

“So you’re opting for brute force?” Egon asks and that’s all it takes.

“Uh, I thought you were suggesting. I’d try another approach. If that guy is a marine cephalopod he may have a hard time adjusting to open air. Maybe dragging it out of the drainage will do the trick, right? Instead of streaming it, we could—"

Your mouth is still open when the giant tentacle shoots in your general direction. You let out a loud shriek and manage to evade— albeit barely— and even though Egon assumed using you as a lure would be the practical choice, he, for once, can’t stand the sight of it.

The proton rod won’t help any. Hitting you is a real threat— and it’s way more dangerous for you than the ghost. He’s about to resort to brute force but the monster steps out of the shadows and Egon can’t believe his eyes.

It’s human.

Oh, that makes things significantly easier.

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a tiny bottle and charges.

A hit from behind may be cheap but it works every time. Egon swings the uncharged proton rod right into the creature’s head. It squeals, unwraps the tentacles protruding from its sleeve, then snarls and shakes its head. Egon has a few seconds to take in the entire picture: three gargantuan ectoplasmic limbs (a developing ghostly sickness?) have taken over the poor guy’s left arm. He seems dazed: his eyes are foggy, droll seeps through his teeth and for a split second Egon wonders if there’s any spiritual cancerous disease he’s failed to discover.

The hybrid lifts its arms and aims at you again, full force. Before you have the chance to scream, Egon slides right in front of you, pushes you aside and splashes some of the bottle’s contents on the monster’s face.

It howls and retracts.

“…What is that?!” You manage.

“An old trick. Handy when possessed individuals fail to be cooperative.”

Egon spots the dirty cloth still hanging on the heater. It should be dry enough. Easy to soak. Perfect.

He dashes for it, grabs it and presses it against the bottle, pouring a decent amount of the liquid on it. Heavy drops of the potent solution spill around. Tiny wet lines trickle down his gloves. He takes a deep breath, holds it and looks at the monster. It snarls. Then charges.

Egon isn’t a great fighter but he dodges just fine. He slides under the tentacles, turns around and hops on the hybrid’s back. It screeches— then stops— wet, throaty sounds stifled by the rug in Egon’s hand. He clutches the monster’s throat, squeezes it with an elbow and turns to you.

“A common tranquilizer. Learnt it during my coroner years”, he grunts, pressing the pad into its face. “You might want to find something to tie him with.”

You’re awfully quiet, staring at him blankly— but you nod. There’s a spare, long chain in Ray’s stash (nobody knows what he uses it for) so you take it and approach the scuffle with apprehension. The hybrid’s movements slow down but it’s still trying to break out of Egon’s unrelenting clutch.

“Thank you”, he says, composed as ever. “You’re doing great.”

It takes a few more seconds. The monster’s muscles eventually give in and it slides down on the floor. Its arms loosen. Eyes close. Its head hits the garage floor.

For a long moment nobody moves.

“Yo”, you whisper. Egon looks at you, then at the limp body beneath him and takes a step back.

“Sedated. Perfect.”

“What now?”

“Let’s tie it up.”

Egon reaches for the chain you’re holding. He wraps the creatures torso (making it extra tight and unnecessarily confusing around the arms— safety first) and you take care of its legs. The constraint turns out pretty solid and, most importantly, impossible to slip through by the tentacles. Once you make sure it’s sealed, each of you grabs a loose end of the chain and proceed to drag the dead weight across the floor.

It’s not exactly Buckingham Palace level of service anyway— not like you owe anybody standards— but when the monster’s back slams against a concrete pillar, you flinch.

“Oh no!— Oh dear, it hurt him—”

“It’s just tried to kill you. You do understand that, right?”

“Sort of”, you groan. “I really wanted it to warm up to us. We’ve sort of killed our chances at cooperation.”

“Don’t worry. It isn’t capable of drawing conclusions in this state.”

Egon pulls the chain and ties the creature around the pillar in an ungallant knot. It’s not his proudest work but a staple of initiative nonetheless. Links are sealed. Hostage is secured. It’s all under control.

He’s still focused on triple- checking the locks when you speak.

“Egon, why did you…?” You rub your hands together. “You… It was dangerous. Reckless. You don’t do reckless, Egon Spengler. Overcomplicated, yes, way too optimized, yes. But this, whatever you were thinking, was almost careless! You… You could’ve—”

He looks upwards. You seem anxious but you’re alive and well. He doesn’t understand.

“I could’ve what?”

“Well, I mean, you stuck your neck out for me. It could’ve been bad”, you gulp. ‘You could’ve been hurt.”

“I wasn’t though, was I?”

Egon’s at a loss. He watches you closely. You’re both okay and that’s all that matters. It’s not the first time he’s done something stupid out of fear— ah, fear, the bypass of rational thought— the Psychology classes again…

You stay silent for a moment, then sigh.

“I’ll call Peter.”

“Yes. No. Wait.” He frowns, takes off his gloves and approaches you. “Check- up first.”

“…This again? Seriously?!” You huff. “It’s, like, the third time this week! If something happened, I’d tell you immediately. I’m fine, Egon! I’m fine, you should be focused on yourself, you’re the one who went berserk for some reason I can’t wrap my head around—"

No bruises, no scratches. He touches your face, looks you in the eyes.

“It’s a precaution. I’ll make it quick. Tell me if anything hurts.”

His fingers skim over your features— cheeks, nose, forehead, temples. Your voice catches. Breath gets shuddered, eyes go frantic and cheeks are still awfully warm but it’s a natural response. Egon’s expected that much. His thumb runs across your lip, even though it looks untouched and there’s no justifiable reason to examine it closely. He just… can’t resist. Nor does he want to, really. There’s still room for excuses which get half- woven in his head but their seams are loose and each sentence falls apart before it leaves his mouth.

Egon knows he lingers too long. Needs to pull back. He doesn’t understand why his body won’t listen.

The tip of his thumb rests at the corner of your lips, then moves on to another gentle caress. Then again. And again, until you sigh. Warm breath tickles his skin. He tries it once more to check if you allow him— and you do— more than that— you melt into the touch, heat radiating from your skin, breathing deep— receptive, indulgent, responsive.

This is… inebriating.

“…You seem okay”, he concludes. “No injuries?”

“No. You?”

“None”, he says, letting his hands hang loose again. “I’ll run a few tests. Call Venkman, tell him we’ve got a subject. He should come immediately.”

“Okay. But tell me what’s going on.”

“…We’ve just caught an anomaly. As I said.”

“Not that. I see you. I notice things”, you say cautiously but he makes sure his face is as blank as ever. “You’re usually so collected. What happened?”

Egon doesn’t think it needs explanation. It’s obvious. Should be, at least. He frowns and says:

“I don’t want my friends to get hurt.”

“…After Ray?”

He nods.

A pair of soft hands brush against his jaw and in a moment— before he’s able to fully process what’s happening— his face dips down, guided by the delicate touch and you gently place your lips near his chin.

It’s a simple gesture. Gentle touch. A shadow of a kiss, lighter than Dana’s, nothing more than a brush of hot skin but— Lord, help him— he shivers— it’s so much more— it’s everything— it’s overwhelming.

“Ray is fine”, you whisper, looking at him again. “You’ll see him tomorrow, remember? It’s almost over.”

“…Again, please.”

“You’ll see him tomorrow...”

“No. Not this, the…”

It takes you a second but you get it and breathe out a laugh. Brush his jaw again, then wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into a tight hug.

Oh. Oh.

His arms tentatively reach for your back and once they’re there— recognize the texture of his shirt (outlining your shape in a way he declines to register)— and he lets down his guard a bit. Tightens his grasp. Sinks into the moment. He lets his hands really feel you for the first time since the both of you’ve started accepting proximity and it frightens him beyond belief— it’s soft, welcoming, disarming and pure— so his eyes close, stiff muscles let go— anxiety abates—  he’s out of breath— but all you do is hold him close, no doubt, no shame. You’re as open and affectionate as ever, a salve for his mind, a missing link. You fit right here. He’s never known a feeling like this, not even with his family.

That’s something new: his fear for your life instigates a soothing response. Highly unusual. He’ll have to write it down for future reference.

“Could we include this into the list of things we do? Under… particular circumstances, of course?”

“Sure. Whenever you need it.”

You stay like that for a moment. It’s quiet and dark. Egon relishes every breath tickling the nape of his neck, every slight fidget against his chest, every movement— and when you finally take a step back, his chest feels almost hollow. As if it’s just tasted peace and had to let go.

“You should also add a point in which you listen to me in case of immediate danger”, he says. “In a bold, red, permanent marker, preferably.”

You smile. It’s playful. Cheeky. Beautiful. Whatever anxiety you’d felt a moment ago, evaporated.

“I did cooperate, doofus! You won’t find a more flexible squire than myself.”

“Flexible tends to mean obedient”, he raises an eyebrow. “When I say you fall back, you do.”

“When you require assistance, I help! That’s literally in my agreement. I signed the paper, you have no say in this, Spengler.”

“Spenglers are a team. And, when faced with danger, have to be unanimous.”

“You’re right!” You give him your finger guns and turn to the reception desk. “See? We’ve just agreed and it’s that easy!”

He smirks.

“Call Venkman.”

“Ai, ai, Sir!”

He watches you pick up the phone and dial Peter’s number. A few beeps later your voice fades into a mumble of funny noises.

When he turns towards the hybrid, he notices another curious thing: the tentacles seem to deflate and seep into a bile of ectoplasmic goo.

He must take a sample immediately. Ray is going to love this.

[egonspenglerishot]

SPOOPY IS HERE! lol

How about a Peter x reader where after the events of the first movie they keep slimmer as like a mascot or pet and Peter is jealous of how much attention y/n gives slimer instead of him

👋☺️

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Oooo this is interesting!

“He’s a slime ball!”

Peter Venkman X Reader

Warnings: none!

It’s only going to be short bcs for some reason I cannot write for venkman properly.

You were humming in the kitchen, Slimer was floating beside you watching you cook. You sighed and threw him the things that weren’t going to be used in the recipe and dished up.

You called the others and they call came and sat down, you told Slimer to go out of the room and he listened. Winston chuckled “Well I’ll be damned you have him trained” you chuckled and shook your head, no you didn’t have him trained “he’s more obedient than any of you are”

Ray chuckled and began eating “ooo ouch. I have feeling that was directed at Venkman though?” Peter scoffed and rolled his eyes. Of course it wasn’t- “it’s not is it?” He looked at you wounded and you laughed. Over the few weeks that Gozer had been defeated, they were slowly getting back to normal life. But you knew the end was coming soon.

Slimer had stuck around only because he listens to you and you feed him. Win win. Though he was much more like a clingy pet. As they finished you scraped the food into a bowl and set it down calling Slimer in. You washed the other dishes and then Slimers bowl once you were done “you know you’d be a pretty cool pet Slimer”

“He’s a slime ball!” Peter complained and groaned “we have to let him goooo” he continued and you kissed his cheek “you need a shave, you’ve got stubble”

[spenglerssweetheart]

Ooh ooh can i request where fem reader is possessed on a job and after Egon and the boys save her, Egon takes care of her? Bonus points for protective egon and lots of fluffy hurt/comfort?

Of course!! I have thought about writing one of these for a while now, and you just gave me more of a reason.

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Your possession.

Pairing: Egon x Fem Reader.

Description: as above in request.

Warnings- Possession, mild language, mention of a panic attack, and fluffy Egon.

Friday night, and the guys and y/n were out on a bust. Fridays were their busiest days, but never anything severe. Well tonight that might seem to change for all of them. With little mishaps here and there, the ghostbusters were already frustrated and could possibly be having a bigger problem on their hands.

“Venkman, I need you to move to that side of the room” Ray ordered as the other guys moved around. They were so close to catching the ghost, but there was one minor problem. Y/n’s proton pack wasn’t working. She was having a problem throwing the stream, so instinctively she turned her back to the others. Trying to figure out what was going on, she heard commotion behind her and without thinking she yelled back that she couldn’t throw her stream.

No one heard her, so she silently moved away from them just a little so she could focus. She took her proton pack off and kneeled to see what the issue was. What she didn’t see was the ghost flying her way. Feeling a shove she turned back to where she thought one of the others had pushed her but she didn’t see anyone else. All of a sudden it felt really hard to breathe for her.

She felt out of her body, or more like she was shoved to the back of her mind but couldn’t control any part of herself. It had gone quiet, and the guys looked between each other before looking at y/n. She was still kneeling but something was different, slowly standing up she looked down at her hands before feeling from her pockets to her chest to her face (like Janosz did in gbII)

“Holy shit I’m real” she whispered to herself before grinning and turning to the others “oh hi guys, did you get the ghost?” She said, a bright smile on her face. The four men looked at each other before carefully stepping closer to Y/n. “Y/n sweetheart are you alright?” Venkman asked, as he began to reach out to touch her head, carefully placing his hand on her forehead to feel.

“Yea, I’m perfectly fine, why wouldn’t I be?” She asked, a smile still on her face as he felt for any kind of difference in temperature, other than that fact that her body was really cold compared to her usual warmth. Peter simply nodded before looking over at Egon, doing a simple head tilt to tell him to check it out.

He walked over and did the same as Peter, before stepping away, a look of uncertainty on his face. With a shrug, Y/n turned around once again, only it wasn’t really her. “I could really go for a strawberry shake right now” She said as she picked up the proton pack, usually needing help. “That’s funny to say L/n, You hate strawberry” Winston chuckled as he prepared to slime her. “Did I say strawberry, I meant chocolate” she laughed hesitantly as she turned, a shy smile on her face as if she had just been caught in the cookie jar.

“Funny, You don’t like shakes, never have” Egon responded, turning to Winston before looking at Y/n. “So, you can come out of her body now, and we won’t do things the hard way, or we do it the hard way” Peter spoke with a shrug, Y/n’s smile only dropping as she raised her arms “you caught me” she smirked, before running at Ray, before Winston had began to slime her, causing her to stop and shield her face best as possible.

As she tried to cover, she had fallen back, the ghost coming out. Peter and Egon threw the stream to catch it finally. As Ray quickly got up, he set the trap out, the other guys beginning to contain it as Winston went to check on Y/n who was out of it. Once the ghost was contained, they all went to check on Y/n, panic all over their faces as she was still slightly unconscious.

I mean, getting hosed down with some slime, didn’t sound like the best idea when possessed. With a sigh, Peter turned to the other guys, patting whoever it was beside him. “Looks like she’s out. Meaning we should try to get her awake so we can get out of here” He spoke, beginning to stand just as she had began hyperventilating.

With the sudden movements of her chest, Egon was quick to get her sitting up, using something to clean her face off as she was breathing too fast. Y/n was clinging onto anything, specifically Egon’s arm, and her grip was one as if she’d lose anything and everything if she let go. “Y/n, I’m right here I need you to breathe” he told her, only making her look at him with wide eyes, her breathing still erratic.

Falling unconscious once more, Egon had removed her proton pack before lifting her, bridal style of course, he took her back to the ecto-1, panic all over his expressions once more. Y/n had never freaked out like this, but then again she’s never been possessed, usually it was Ray or Winston but the one time she was distracted she gets possessed.

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Back at the station, Egon was able to convince Janine to help bathe Y/n so that she’d know she was home. Janine didn’t mind, of course they were the closest ones in the station. After her bath and getting settled, she sat at the couches simply staring off into space. The others would pass by but Egon was quick to notice her off-ish behavior.

“Y/n? You alright?” He asked, only she didn’t hear so he called her name once more before her head snapped up and she looked at him, automatically relaxing. “Are you okay?” He asked her softly as she scooted over so he could sit. “I don’t know. I don’t feel… here” She replied, looking at him as she hugged her knees to her chest, resting her chin on one of her knees.

“It’s weird, I don’t feel real right now. I know I’ll be back to how I normally am, but I just don’t feel… right” she rambled before putting her head down, taking in a deep breath to keep herself calm. Egon felt horrible, but there really wasn’t much to do except comfort the poor girl. “How does Ray do it…” she asked herself, as she propped her head up once more. “I don’t know, but it’s possibly tiring” “I feel bad, I tackled him, and I didn’t even want to” she whispered with a pained look on her face.

Egon could only smile at her antics, but he scooted closer to her and pulled her to him. “I hope you don’t mind this, I just don’t want you to feel or be by yourself right now” he explained as he rubbed her side gently. “Yea no, that was pretty fucking scary and I’d rather sit with you than keep thinking about it” She said as she laid her head onto his, relaxing more.

“If you don’t want to go on any busts I understand, it’s pretty scary and that was your first time” Egon hummed as Y/n had slightly began to doze off now that she was comfortable “I think… I’ll be okay” she yawned as she closed her eyes before falling asleep.

She was drained after all, during the ride home, she would come in and out of consciousness, panicking before she’d pass out again. And when they got her home, they were able to get her awake without freaking out or anything. She would mention little things about what she felt to Janine as she was bathed before she was out and sitting down. Only the feeling of being in the back of her mind stuck. Glad to say she wouldn’t get distracted anymore.

I really hope you enjoyed this, I kinda feel like it was rushed but at the same time like I didn’t spend enough time with it. I love you all so much, and I hope you’re doing well!

[egons-twinkie]

CH. 02: Settling in [Spengler Classics 101]

taglist: @boneless07 @egonspenglersweetie @lunadensmidnightprowl @twinkiethievery

When you first became aware of the insides of your eyelids the following morning (you assume), you had forgotten everything. Well, not forgot–it registered as a very strange pipe dream, nothing more. But when you breathed in that same unfamiliar scent, felt the slight starchy stiffness of the sheets covering your form and the heat of the light streaming in from the now-uncovered window, your whole body seemed to stiffen. You didn’t want to open your eyes and confirm it, but eventually you had to. 

  “Morning, sunshine,” chirped a dulcet male voice from nearby.

Once you’d rubbed the sleep from them and opened your bleary eyes, you eventually focused on the form of Ray, whom was still clad in the gray sweatpants and white undershirt he had apparently worn to sleep; he was sitting on his bed, wearing his reading glasses, hair still tousled heavily from his rest.

  “Hey, Ray,” you mumbled, sitting up.

You didn’t catch the way he grinned when you said his name, or how his heart skipped. You stretched and yawned.

  “Whatcha doin’ in bed still? What time is it?” you asked.

  “Only ten thirty,” he replied; it was then that you noticed the stack of books sitting on his night stand, scattered across his bed, all laying open. Different novels and tomes, old and new.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you, and researching what I can on interdimensional rips and rifts in spacetime. Egie and I agreed it’d be best to kill two birds with one stone and just read up here. He, Winston and Pete are out on a bust. How was dinner, speaking of?”

The memory of the evening came rushing back to you, and you felt an unfamiliar warmth in your core: a fluttering, something akin to butterflies but calmer. Fondness, perhaps, for the recollections of the night before. You looked at the wilted chrysanthemums on the nightstand beside you.

  “I don’t remember the name of the place, but the garlic bread was orgasmic,” you informed him.

He nodded sagely.

  “Sounds like Panucci’s. Nice place. Great food,” he surmised, running a hand through his wild hair, taming it only slightly.

For a moment, as you often liked to do, you simply took in the world around you. The air was warm but not unpleasantly so. It was bright inside the room. Due to the pipe that Ray had been smoking on occasion during his perusal, a shroud of smoke lingered in the room, tinging the air with motes of light and the scent of burnt tobacco. Sweet and spicy and earthy. Ray looked good, you admitted to yourself, sitting there with his legs crossed, perusing the library he’d collected around him. For you, no less. He did look a mess, but managed to make it seem endearing. He just looked…well, snuggly. The films didn’t do him justice, you think to yourself. Being around him made you feel warm, and safe; it was hard to explain, like a calming aura exuded from him. Something that could only be felt when he was nearby. You got lost for a moment, fantasizing spooning the scientist before you, or perhaps being spooned by him. You bet he's warm as a furnace.

  “Did he pull any cheap moves on you or did he behave?” he frowned.

He immediately looked like he felt regret at his question, but lightened slightly when you laughed, grateful to be shaken from your trance.

  “Well, it’s Peter. What do you think?”

   “I should have known,” he groaned, “I’m sorry for leaving you alone with him. He can’t help himself around beautiful women--”

He looked caught all of a sudden, and clamped his mouth shut, burying his nose in a copy of Spates Catalog. Maybe, he seemed to think, if he didn’t blather on to correct his misstep, you wouldn’t point it out. Heat rose to your cheeks nonetheless, only half as red as he was in that instant.

  “Ho-how are you feeling?” he stuttered out, forcing casual tones, clearing his throat, never lowering the book for a moment.

You kicked your legs over the edge of the bed, feet not touching the floor. You leaned forward and reached for your toes, reveling in the release as your spine popped and crackled in reply.

  “I feel okay,” you grunted, “better than yesterday. This is still wild to me, don’t get me wrong, but I wanna make the best of it all while I'm here.”

It was then that the book came down some, revealing a grin that could put the sun itself to shame in terms of warmth.

  “That’s what I want to hear!” he exclaimed, delighted at your perceived optimism. 

You couldn’t help but smile back as you laid crossways on the width of the bed, letting your legs dangle still as you stretched your back in the other direction. More crackling caressed your ears as the endorphins flooded your brain; you barely registered the groan of contentment that escaped you very quietly, but Ray certainly took note.

  “I’ll bet Egon will want you in the lab later on when they get back, if he doesn’t crash on sight of his bed. Are you hungry in the meantime? I’m real good at scrambled eggs and toast. That’s about the only thing, and none of the toasters since '89 have made it longer than a month without getting blown up or used for an experiment, so it'd be coat hanger toast, but that's my specialty, I’ve been making it since...college...heh…” he trailed off with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

  “I appreciate your enthusiasm, Ray,” you smiled serenely at him, earning a big, boyish grin in return, “but I don’t wanna put any more on you than I have to. I can feed myself.”

You stood then, taking the hair tie off of your wrist that you forgot was there; a ring of indented flesh, angry and red, throbbed in response to newfound oxygen flow. You ran your fingers through your hair in an effort to work out the knots that had formed in your sleep. Ray’s eyes didn’t leave you as you arched backward to secure your hair. He seemed entranced for a moment, until your eyes found his own mismatched irises, focused on you yet glazed over serenely; he looked away quickly, bashful all of a sudden at being caught.

You wandered over and sat on Egon’s still-unoccupied bed, directly beside Ray’s own.

  “I want to earn my keep, too,” you told him, “anything you guys need help with, I’ll do it. Doesn’t matter what. I’m not great at cleaning and I don’t do toilets, but I can for sure cook for you on whatever budget you provide, and I mean whatever. And don’t tell me no,” you warned him mid-sales pitch, catching him as his mouth came open to rebut your offer, which quickly snapped shut again; “I want to do it. I’m not just gonna show up in your universe and bum off of you. I respect y’all too much for that. Plus, all that takeout’ll put you into an early grave and then you’ll be experiencing the job from the other side of the particle beam.”

A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips; you narrowed your eyes at him.

  “What’s funny?”

  “Y’all,” he quoted, snickering. “You don’t hear that much ‘round these parts.”

  “I don’t like your tone,” you narrowed your eyes at him; he immediately took on the appearance of a punished puppy and apologized quickly. You softened like butter on a hot plate.

  “I’m sorry,” he uttered, “I just think it’s kind of cute is all.”

Once again he took on an expression of immediate regret. You reached across the gap between the beds and nudged his arm gently.

  “It’s okay,” you smiled reassuringly at him, “I think you’re cute, so it all works out. Kinda.”

His eyes shot wide open with surprise and what you hoped was delight; it paired nicely with the grin that spread from ear to ear across his rounded face. He really was adorable.

  “You do? I mean, I am? I mean, you think so?”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

  “‘Course, Ray,” you nodded, “you’re the heart of the Ghostbusters, after all, and it’s a title well earned. You’ve got passion."

He couldn’t stop grinning. Something was palpable in the air, though you couldn’t tell what; it was a sort of tension you couldn’t describe, and it didn’t even really feel like tension. It just felt easy, talking to him. Just maybe a little too easy if anything. You didn’t want to stop.

  “I guess so,” he agreed with a slight nod of the head, and he reached for the mug of coffee on the nightstand beside him.

  “So,” you said after a moment, “is there anything you want me to do right now? I, uh…I need some things, I think. But I don’t want to just ask for money to go get them.”

His mind seemed to run away for a moment, and his eyes glazed over in thought briefly before his head shook just a little, and his gaze found yours again.

  “Well, we’ll figure something out, I’m sure. I’ll bring it up to the others when they get back. But in the meantime, we’ll take care of you. What kind of things do you need?”

He set his book down and focused fully on you then, folding his hands politely. You suddenly felt sheepish for some reason.

  “Oh, just…basic stuff. Clothes, hygienic personals, that kind of thing. Essentials,” you nodded, only partly to affirm to yourself that you could not simply wear the same pajamas for the indefinite period of time you faced here.

Ray scoffed, giving you a crooked grin.

  “Oh, that’s no worry at all. We could go to Macy’s if you want. Or anywhere. You name it, we’ll go,” he assured.

You stood.

  “Can I cook you breakfast or anything first? Y’all–-you guys–had a hard night last night, I’m sure,” you corrected yourself, and his face fell slightly; maybe he wasn’t poking fun after all, but after a lifetime of being teased for even the slightest of your twangy mannerisms, you were always wary.

  “Nah, unless you’re hungry–I had some Eggos,” he shook his head, figuring his response sufficed, “I’m good for a while.”

He picked up the pipe that sat by the coffee and the pack of matches it sat with, setting a spark to the tobacco stuffed into the bowl and taking a few puffs. He exhaled through his nose and mouth at the same time; smoke poured from him from what seemed to be every facial orifice. It looked kind of neat. He looked up at you. The scattered light caught his eyes, illuminating the blue and golden aspects of them, the depth of the tones; one was like whiskey and one was like the ocean, flecked with green and gold…none of the films, any of them, did those eyes justice. You could have easily gotten lost in those eyes and never found your way back; honestly, you wouldn’t mind.

  “Do you want to go now, or later?” he asked, interrupting your focus.

  “Anytime is fine,” you shrugged dismissively.

  “I know that answer,” Ray said pointedly, shaking the wooden pipe in his hand at you for emphasis, “you don’t have to be coy with me, okay? Speak your mind. It’s 1990. We’re there now.”

You laughed then, earning a smile from him; if only he knew. But hey, a solid timeline has been set: 31 years back, and at least one dimension over.

  “Do you want to borrow some clothes to wear out?” He asked, changing the subject; “I have some clean stuff if you wanna…if you don’t mind, I mean…if you wanna–”

  “Thanks, Ray, I’d appreciate that a lot,” you interrupted the near-set loop he got close to stuck in, and he nodded, scrambling off the bed, careful not to toss the books.

He got into the dresser on the other side of the bed and dug out a shirt and a pair of pants.

  “I, uh…I don’t share underwear,” he informed you, trying to be serious.

  “I understand completely. I normally forget 'em, anyway,” you responded plainly, earning an unintentional stare from the man beside you.

Before he could reply, you accepted the clothes from his hands and made your way to the bathroom without instruction or direction. He didn’t respond or call after you, even to be helpful in locating your target... You stunned him. Something about that filled you with an ancient-feeling sort of pride. Powerful.

You quickly changed from your own shirt and pajama pants into Ray’s clothes, a plain white long sleeved undershirt and black sweatpants. They were baggy, but you didn’t mind; you took a moment for yourself to take in the essence of Dr. Ray Stantz. Tobacco, of course, and some simple clean soap, and that same weird electrical smell that haunted Peter’s sheets, but something else too; books. Old books. You took a sobering breath in before emerging back into the bedroom, tightening the strings that cinched the waist of the pants until they sat comfortably snug high on your waist so the pant legs didn’t drag under your feet too much. You already had to roll them up a fair way besides, given the height difference. You'd also taken your hair back down and used the elastic tie to knot the baggy shirt at the waist, tucking it up underneath itself into a crop top style, letting just a little bit of skin peek out between the pants and the shirt. Ray’s face reddened again as his eyes darted over your form in his clothing. You saw him swallow hard, and got the notion you weren't the only one who was feeling that nervous fluttering in their guts. It felt weird to be on the other end of it though–not in a bad way by any means, it just added to the aforementioned sense of accomplishment, but still–it was your turn to be sheepish. You wrung your hands together out of nervous habit.

  “Do I look okay?” you asked, not looking at him.

  “You look great, I mean, wow, you make sweats look incredible,” he answered genuinely; something you loved about him already is that whatever he may have been feeling, he wore it on his sleeve, in his tone, on his face. You could hear the admiration in his voice. It was just like how he spoke about ghosts. You couldn’t help but feel kind of special to earn that sort of response from the man.

You tucked your hair behind your ear and made your way toward the main room of the upper floor; he followed suit, not bothering to swap his sweats for jeans as he normally would, far too eager to show you his city. 

It didn’t take long to get what you needed; you, raised to be frugal, insisted you only go to drug stores and the cheaper of the department stores that he insisted on taking you to. You'd managed to procure a decent bra, a few sets of underwear, a coat, some shirts and pants, shoes, and one nice dress (which he insisted on as well, citing the possibility of a formal event taking place—- “you’d be an honored guest of the Ghostbusters, don’t doubt it for a second!” he’d urged, trying on a pair of black sunglasses and a black trilby hat in a mirror as he’d spoken) as well as the usual hygienic needs, such as deodorant and a toothbrush and such; you were en route back to the firehouse by noon.

Ray had done the same thing Pete had done, eagerly pointing out numerous bust sites and favorite haunts, if you’ll excuse the play on words. You'd continued your escapades in documenting your journey, snagging pictures as you were able. During the shopping trip you managed to procure a disposable camera, and switched to it as soon as you could for the sake of blending in. It served you well already, and Ray was more than happy to pose for pictures, alone, together, whether or not a silly hat was involved–but there was always more goofy enthusiasm when there was a hat. You felt like a classic tourist.

He had stubbornly insisted on carrying the bulk of the bags, though you'd fought him and managed to keep hold of a few. It was almost comical, how stereotypical you looked, exiting the cab at the curb by the firehouse–Ray weighed down by shopping bags, you carrying just a few, albeit very clearly miffed about it. He didn’t want to hear it though, and raced you inside, winning only by quite actually bowling you out of the way of the door. When I say the man dropped everything when he heard you yelp in surprise and come rushing to you, I mean it–the look of guilt and concern riddling his face made you feel bad, for godsakes.

  “Are you okay?” he wheedled urgently, helping you up and dusting you off, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You could no longer resist your most primal urges, and snaked your arms around his torso, gripping him tightly. For a moment his whole body tensed but as soon as he realized what was happening, he eagerly gripped you back, almost popping your spine all over again with sheer strength and enthusiasm. You felt your feet lift inches off the ground. Ray loves hugs. Lesson learned.

  “What was that for?” he asked, once he set you back down.

  “Just being you,” you responded simply, shaking your head with a smile, “you’re a delight and a treasure to be around, and I sincerely hope you’re aware of that.”

That cute, boyish grin returned, coupled with a rapidly-becoming-familiar pinkish tinge in his cheeks, and he scratched his ear.

  “Aw, shucks,” he tittered shyly.

You took a step back, entering the firehouse then. He chased after you, still glowing.

  “Oh, hey, Janine,” he noticed the redheaded woman sitting behind her desk, filing her nails.

  “Good morning, Dr. Stantz,” she replied in her trademark flat Queensite tone, glancing up briefly once before taking a second look at you beside him, in his clothes. One perfectly manicured eyebrow shot up, curious.

  “Good morning, Dr. Stantz’s friend,” her tone carried a hint of mischief now, but her face didn’t really change, save for that quirked brow; she blew a gum bubble and popped it with her teeth, setting the emery board file down then.

You set your bags down by the door and wandered over to where she sat, trying to stay calm. 

  “Hiya, Janine,” you greeted, unable to fight your smile, “it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N.”

She stared uneasily at your extended hand, and glanced back at Ray, who nodded behind you; she accepted it then and gave a light shake.

  “Enchante,” she replied flippantly.

Ray cleared his throat and stepped forth.

  “Janine, Y/N is living, walking, talking evidence of a parallel universe to ours,” he said, poorly containing the excitement in his tone, “she literally materialized in the firehouse last night! Right here on our home turf! Isn’t that neat?!”

Janine offered a smile, picking up her nail file again.

  “That’s really fascinating, Dr. Stantz,” her tone was slightly blasé; he didn’t seem to notice nor care, simply happy to be heard, and carried on upstairs. 

You remained behind and continued to look at Janine.

Her hair was sideswept and voluminous, falling slightly past her ears now though still remaining that trademark coppery auburn red, and she had traded her bulky reading glasses for a sleeker pair of red cat-eye specs. Her keen and unique sense of fashion hadn’t changed beyond that; today she wore a black and white houndstooth peplum business suit with her signature red stockings and a set of black kitten pumps.

  “You’re even more fabulous in person,” you gushed to her.

The smile she gave now felt more genuine; almost embarrassed. It was cute on her.

  “Thank you,” she cooed. “Will you be sticking around for a while? It’d be nice to have a fresh face around here.”

You nodded.

  “I think so,” you sighed softly, “Ray was serious. I’m, uh, not from here, or from…now. But they’re working on it. We’ll get it figured out.”

  “I’m sure,” she agreed, “you've got the best of the best on it... Are those Dr. Stantz’s pants?”

You glanced down, only remembering just then that you were indeed wearing borrowed clothing, and shrugged.

  “Yeah. Shirt, too. Kinda goes with the whole interdimensional time/space rift thing. Didn’t exactly have time to pack a bag.”

She actually laughed then, a real laugh; it was like music. Janine Melnitz was an absolutely enchanting woman, and if Egon didn’t shoot his shot with her soon, you were liable to try. 

  “You know,” she spoke, “I’m usually very psychic, you see. I think Dr. Stantz likes you.”

You blushed at her words, but waved a dismissive hand.

  “I’m sure he’d give anyone in the Five Boroughs the clothes off his back if they asked nicely enough, let’s be honest,” you refuted, “he’s just bein’ nice like Pete was last night too.”

  “Oh? What did Dr. Venkman do for you?” She crossed her arms over her chest, raising that eyebrow sky high once again; her tone had inflected that same suspicion everyone seemed to get when Venkman was brought up.

  “He took me to, uh…Panucci’s? I think that’s what Ray said he thought it was…?”

  “With the garlic bread?” She gasped.

  “The best,” you confirmed.

Both eyebrows were raised now in shock.

  “I heard my name,” Peter popped up like a prairie dog over the top of the filing cabinets and wooden partition that separated his ‘office’ from Janine’s, and moments later he hopped the swinging wooden gate in one fell hurdle, stabilizing about ten inches from your side.

  “Morning, Pete,” you smiled at him, “how’d you sleep?”

  “Like shit,” he replied simply, “I think next time we really ought to just take one for the team and spoon like the good Lord intended. How ‘bout you, doll? Have a good roll in my sheets?”

Janine stared between you and him and said nothing. You could tell she was living for this.

  “Oh, I slept like a rock. I woke up thinking maybe all this was a dream, you know,” you answered; something about Peter despite all his flippancy and mischief just made you feel like you could tell him anything and he would guard it under pain of death.

He nodded, stroking his chin, looking thoughtful.

  “Mhm. Would you like a pinch, perhaps, to confirm or dispel this fascinating theory?”

You swatted at him playfully and he dodged like a gazelle narrowly missing the deadly paw swipe of a lion. He really was quite agile when he wanted to be. It was then he noticed the shopping bags on the hood of the Ecto-1 where you'd left them. Ray had disappeared upstairs, probably to try and find a place to store the things you had purchased. Peter began to dig through the contents of the plastic, and lifted the black unlined lace bra you'd found for a steal on sale in just your size with a low, husky whistle, holding it up to his chest, modeling it.

  “This for anyone special?” He asked, looking back at you with a twinkle of mischief in those hooded eyes again; a grin played at the corners of his cherub-like mouth.

  “Maybe so, maybe no,” you replied, snatching it from him and stuffing it back into the bag, “it’s no business of yours anyhow.”

He grinned at you. It was then that you registered the volcanic heat radiating from your face; that’s what he was so damn smug about.

  “We’ll see,” he simply answered with an innocent smile, "I could wiggle my way into your heart yet—you never know, sunshine."

You rolled your eyes at him fondly and absconded upstairs with your new belongings. Thankfully he didn’t chase after you, but you found yourself colliding directly into Ray’s chest as he was about to venture down the stairs. You stumbled and almost fell backward, but his arms wrapped tightly around you, stabilizing both of you in an instant; he hesitated to release you but did after a brief moment to make sure you were alright and stable. There were a lot of stairs to fall down. He didn't want you hurt.

  “Sorry,” you breathed, “Peter caught me and started flirting again.”

  “Want me to hit him? I will,” he urged, furrowing his unkempt brows.

You shook your head.

  “No, not yet,” you laughed, and the tension in his shoulders slacked; "I'll let you know though."

  “Damn,” he hissed, ever so softly. You caught it though, and laughed; the irritation on his face softened as he glanced down at you.

  “So, uh, where do you want me to...set up shop?” you asked, changing the subject; he looked at you curiously for a moment before piecing two and two together.

  “Oh, uh, we had an extra bed disassembled in the basement. Egon uses it sometimes but he’s always got his actual bed up here when he decides he wants it. The bedroom can technically fit up to six beds, we just never needed the extras...well, ‘til now. He was setting it up in there for you, matter of fact,” he answered, pointing a thumb back toward the bedroom area.

You nodded and wandered in there; Ray continued downstairs to do whatever he’d set out to do. Egon sat on the floor of the bedroom, hunched over a pile of loose materials. A mattress leaned against the wall nearby; he had rearranged the beds and accompanying furniture to accommodate a fifth set, and was in the process of assembling the final bed structure when you entered. The radio was on, playing softly, simply background noise against the silence. He didn’t even notice you walk in, or creep up beside him; you didn’t mean to scare him, but...

  “Hey, Dr. Spengler,” you greeted; he jumped two feet in the air easily.

Once he whirled around to see it was just you, he still seemed slightly wary; or, rather, just his usual amount of tension.

  “Hello,” he robotically responded.

  “How you holding up? Did you sleep?” you inquired.

  “Oh, no,” he dismissed, “I’m not allotting myself time to sleep until tomorrow at 4:43AM until 5:12 for the purpose of a study I’ve been running.”

You frowned at him, noting the deep set bags under his dark brown eyes, which seemed to bore holes into you through his round wire framed spectacles. Even sitting down he seemed to loom over all before him.

  “That’s not healthy,” you informed him softly, “trust me, there are lots of studies that go to show it. They learn a lot about it between now and the 2020s.”

He made a slight face of doubt, but didn’t rebut your statements.

  “How are you feeling?” He asked, flipping the script onto you now.

You frowned slightly.

  “Well, I’m okay right now. Just wondering, still…lots of questions.”

  “That makes two of us,” he replied, picking up a hex key and bolting a few pieces together; you knelt beside him and silently offered your assistance.

  “When I’ve finished here, I’d like you to come with me to the lab. There are tests I’d like to run. Physical, mental, emotional and parapsychic. It may take a while, so I hope your schedule for today is clear.”

Something you loved all your life about Egon was the way he was funny without being obvious about it: he was a very subtle man in many ways, but the look he shot you, that slow spread of a devious half-grin, the nostril flare, the eyebrow quirk: it was all very Spengler Classic. You snorted a little in response.

  “For you, Dr. Spengler, my schedule is always clear, whenever you want it to be,” you informed him.

Another Spengler Classic presented then; a faint bashful smile, an aversion of those dark brown eyes.

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” he uttered softly, returning, still slightly smiling, to screwing the bed together.

You remained seated beside him.

  “I appreciate it. And I told Ray earlier, but I wanted to let you know too, I’m willing to do whatever I can to help y’all out. Whatever you need, picking up shifts for Janine so she can get a break, though I’ll admit I have no idea how to be a secretary…or a lab assistant, but I’m willing to learn whatever I can to be as little of an inconvenience to y’all as possible.”

Egon didn’t look up, but looked over briefly at the toolbox beside you; you noted the shape of the heads of the screw he was employing, and provided him with the appropriate driver for the job.

This earned one raised eyebrow, for a brief moment, and a silent ‘thank you’ nod. His long, nimble fingers made quick work of the bolts in question. It was the last leg on the bed frame, and between the two of you, flipping it upright was a breeze. He himself placed the mattress upon the frame, and placed the folded set of sheets he’d apparently had at the ready upon the barren fabric. He took a step back to inspect his work, and after a moment of self-appraisal, he turned to you.

  “Thank you for the offer. If Ray didn’t already say it, welcome to the team. We likely won’t have you go on any busts, currently, but I’m sure Janine will be delighted to hear we finally got some relief for her,” he offered a small smile to you and began to gather up the loose tools scattered around into the box, and once that was done, he snapped it shut.

Even the toolbox was white with the No Ghost insignia on the lid. How precious are they, y’all?

You nodded to him and stood, eclipsed by him even at your full height by at least a head and shoulders. The smile he had faded then and his brow furrowed slightly.

  “Are those Ray’s clothes?”

You faltered.

  “Yeah…Better than nothing, right?” You tittered nervously, but that seemed to quell him decently enough; he shrugged lightly and adjusted his glasses.

  “I suppose. Are you ready for the testing? I hope you haven’t eaten anything in the last 12 hours,” he added offhandedly.

  “As ready as I’ll ever be, doc,” You sighed; he nodded and you exited together. 

You'd left your bags on your bed.

My very own bed in the Ghostbusters firehouse. Holy shit.

It was all you could think about and you practically floated down the steps behind Egon; he seemed not to notice, too focused on the calculator he’d produced from a pocket somewhere and tapped away at with fervor. Janine watched as you followed him around to the set of stairs that led down.

  “Janine, please clear my schedule for the day,” he called simply.

  “What for?” She inquired.

  “I have a battery of tests to run on Y/N,” he replied, already a few steps down the stairwell, voice fading as he went; you hesitated and looked at Janine with doubt, but nodded to confirm his reasoning.

  “If I see you again in one piece, it’ll be a miracle,” Janine told you, looking at you over the tops of her glasses with a mixture of warning and concern.

You swallowed hard and descended below with hesitance.

The basement was merely the basement; there was a wooden desk, yes, Egon’s usual workspace, but the main purpose of the room seemed to be storage and containment–specifically, ghost containment. The ginormous canvas that once housed the spirit of Vigo the Scourge of Carpathia and now held a romantic renaissance style portrait of the Ghostbusters half-cloaked in colorful silks in artful poses, surrounding baby Oscar on a cloud, now leaned against the wall. The ‘Fettuccine Edition’, some called it. You admired the ghostly brushstrokes that, as far as this universe was concerned, no human hand ever painted. But there was a masterful capturing of lighting and color, even if perhaps the rippling musculature on the men was a bit exaggerated…

You turned from the painting, meaning to come study it further later on, and wandered to the Ecto-Containment Unit. It was so much bigger and more beautiful in person.

  “A whole other world in there,” you uttered, wandering up close to it; Egon flinched slightly when you raised a hand to touch it, likely still traumatized from Walter Peck’s poor decisions and the resulting attempted murder Egon nearly committed that fateful day in 1984. 

You stroked the cold red-painted metal surface of the ECU and stared at the blinking lights and switches. The green light shone overhead, and you stared up at it with sheer wonder. You couldn’t imagine ever designing something like this.

  “I’m no scientist, but…wow, she’s gorgeous,” you sighed dreamily.

Egon smiled that Spengler Classic cocky smirk, but alas, you missed it.

  “Thank you. The ECU was a joint effort between Dr. Stantz and myself.”

  “Did you have to use special metals for paranormal conduction and psychokinetic resonance properties?”

You had always wondered, and now seemed like a good time to ask.

Egon blinked at you for a moment, and you turned to look at him; he seemed rather surprised.

  “Yes, actually. But the metallurgy has always been more Ray’s area of expertise. I have a layman’s grasp on it but his notes and research on it are stellar. I mainly handled the nuclear and molecular aspects of the prototypes and resulting equipment.”

  “Fuckin’ radical,” you gushed, grinning at him. 

His ears began to turn pink; his nostrils flared, and that smirk crept across half his face again.

  “Thank you,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back.

After a brief moment of awkward tension, he cleared his throat and began to gather items he needed.

  “We’ll need to go back upstairs, all my equipment is up there. I just needed my measuring tape and Geiger counter.”

You nodded and pulled away from the ECU, following his long legs up the stairs. You couldn’t help but stare after him for a moment, eyes flickering back to the Fettuccine; you smirked and began treading up the steps.

So far the hardest part of this whole journey has been the amount of stairs you face now. You lived on ground level back home, in a valley. You're gonna have buns of steel by the time you leave. 

Hours later, you were laid out across the upstairs dinner table/laboratory desk like a frog set to be dissected, arms crossed burial style over your torso, covered (and I mean covered) in telemetry sticky pads and wires and probes. Your heartbeat sang to you over the monitor beside the desk, and your brainwaves blinked on the monitor below it. In the last 7.5 hours you'd seen a scan of your own brain and bones, witnessed the back of your eyeballs, had blood drawn, done fatigue, stress and standard cognition tests, and so much more. So many questions. So few answers.

Egon placed a hand on your thigh to steady himself as he waved the PKE meter over your body. Neither of you verbally acknowledged the spike in your heart rate when he’d done so, but you're sure he noticed; that ghost of a smirk returned to the corner of his mouth though he seemed to fight it.

  “Dr. Spengler,” you blurted out, “I think I need a break.”

  “Good idea,” he nodded, and began to gently pull the suction cups and sticky pads off your skin, which was much more exposed than you'd cared for it to be.

His fingers brushed your neck as they'd removed the sticky pads from the top of your ribcage, just below your collarbone, and headed up for the ones on your face, and you shuddered below his touch. It wasn’t necessarily the fact that you'd wanted Egon Spengler since you could recall, though never truly thinking he’d be touching you physically in person ever in your life; your neck was also generally just very sensitive to touch. You hated contact with your neck, mostly. You tended not to wear necklaces or turtlenecks or anything of the sort, you feel like you can’t breathe when you do, but this was perturbing for other much less negative reasons. Okay, it was partly touch starvation. You tried not to look him in the eye.

Once you were fully disengaged from the laboratory equipment, you scooted off the surface of the desk and pulled the hem of your shirt back down where it belonged. It was baggy on you, of course, but you needed your hair tie for, well, your hair. You had been hot and flustered for more than a while.

  “Did we learn anything?” you asked, trying very hard to keep your breathing steady; you felt dizzy, standing up for the first time in hours, but steadied yourself with a hand on the table until the  passed.

  “Nothing conclusive,” Egon sighed, frowning at the clipboard in his hands; “I’d hoped we could find some physical anomaly but you seem perfectly fit, if not a bit hot to the touch.”

Too hot to handle, too cold to hold.

 “You’re harboring a lot of psychokinetic energy, though. It’s like you exist on a slightly different frequency from the rest of the world. That’s not surprising, given the course of events so far, but it also tells us nothing about what or who caused this, or how to fix it."

You sighed heavily, and ran your hands through your hair. The crinkling of cellophane tickled your ears, and you looked up; before you was a hand outstretched, offering an individually wrapped Hostess Twinkie. Egon Spengler did not share snacks, save for very particular occasions; now, it seemed to be for consolatory purposes.

  “Don’t worry,” he said softly, “we’ll figure this out. I give you my word."

You pouted slightly but accepted the sweet, nibbling the end off to tongue the cream out. You had eaten them like that since the start of forever, it was just your preferred method; like licking the cream off an Oreo and eating the cookies after.

Egon watched you like you grew a second head. He averted his eyes when yours flickered to meet them. You proceeded with the disappearance of the remaining sponge cake and once the object in question had been removed from the equation, Egon returned to Earth.

  “Thank you.” A nod. “Are you hungry yet?” you asked.

Over the course of the last two hours or so at least, Ray and Peter had wandered in to ask about food a few times each; Egon kept shooing Peter away so he could focus, though he didn’t so heavily object to Ray’s presence, who had often made a point to ask about how you were holding up or suggest a theory.

There was one point he ran out just as suddenly as he had entered; Egon had seen a lot of you today. A lot more than you'd expected so soon. But science was what it was, and in this instance, science was intimate and impersonal at the same time. He made no comments one way or the other, though he’d been red in the face the whole time you had to be partially naked, and there at at one point while your arms were up above your head for one of the spectral scans on the battery of tests to be done, Ray had entered with an enthusiastic “hey, guys, how’s it going” before his eyes landed on yours, then darted downward instinctively, and then immediately he turned and left, beet-red, apologizing repeatedly until he simply could not be heard.

You had laughed at that. Ray was so cute. You were sure he was starving by now.

Winston had gone home earlier; every now and again they’d each get to go to their actual places of living, sleep in their own beds, that sort of thing. You found out he’s married! While you can’t lie, you were rather disappointed to know he was spoken for already (as if you'd ever have the balls to ask him out or make a move or flirt) but it made you very happy to know he was loved by someone. Her name was Tiyah–Tiyah Zeddemore. It had a nice ring to it. They were going to see an opera tonight. Winston was beaming all day before he left, so excited.

Man, it must be nice to have someone love you that hard…

  “I could eat,” Egon drew you back from your thoughts, and you looked at him.

  “Anything in particular?” you replied, still a little dazed.

He paused to think.

  “Do you have a specialty?”

  “A few,” you nodded. “Is there anything you don’t like, though?”

He shook his head.

  “I’m not picky, for the most part. Though I should tell you, I have an affinity for–”

  “--mushrooms, yeah, I know,” you nodded, and he looked puzzled only for an instant, “as a matter of fact, you’ll love the future: you were right. Mushrooms become a huge source of alternative protein and open many, many culinary gateways that were previously shut tight to vegetarian and vegan people, as well as expanding the fields of medicine, nutrition, psychology, and tons of other fascinating aspects. It’s really phenomenal, I think. All that being said…philly cheesesteak or meatball sub?”

He looked delighted, in his own Egon way; his expression changed only slightly, his nostrils flared some, and his eyes twinkled; he smiled, even. 

  “I’ll never say no to a cheesesteak. Peter and Ray have been waiting longer, though. They’ll probably want a say.”

Not long after, maybe thirty minutes, you and Ray returned from the marketplace around the corner with a large brown paper bag full of the necessary components for the unanimously-chosen Philly cheesesteak.

  “I can’t believe Winston’s gonna miss this,” he chattered excitedly, “I can’t wait to see your technique! I wonder how much has changed? Is it even the same sandwich?”

 “I think it’s the same, Ray,” Peter chimed in skeptically, watching the pair of you tread upstairs to the kitchenette.

Ray turned only to glower at the man momentarily before scampering up behind you; you hadn’t stopped to listen to them bicker. Once upstairs, you found Egon still in the laboratory section of the living area, but he stopped what he was doing when he heard you approach.

  “Oh, good, you’re here,” he greeted in a Spengler Classic fashion, still as monotone as ever; he immediately came forth and took the paper bag from your arms, making quick work of depositing the food on the counter and dragging you and Ray over to his desk.

   “I found a similar case in Albin’s Compendium of an instance in 1842 in Pennsylvania. There were remains discovered in a blown-up mining town, and fragments of a bomb that shouldn’t have existed at the time embedded in the bedrock around, and in, the corpses. The negative energy has continued to manifest in the town and the fires in the coal mines below still burn to this day.”

Another Spengler Classic was the strong undercurrents of excitement when he was talking about something horribly morbid. Death, plague, disease, murder, all aspects dark and deadly seemed to bring a mad eagerness forth, whether he realized it or not you were never sure. But he was doing it then; he fought a smile the whole time he spoke and his eyes glimmered with a sick delight. To be fair, the more he talked, the wilder it (and he) got.

  “To make matters stranger, once the remains that seemed to be the deliverer of the bomb were pieced together, by evidence of uniform scraps—buttons and such, and equipment alike, it appeared to be a Nazi footsoldier. There’s no plausible explanation as to how this took place, or why, of course.”

You and Ray peered at the open book on the table your body had previously occupied; the yellowing pages showed a sepia-toned old picture of the artifacts mentioned, among fragments of the bomb that indicated its design. It was all definitely World War II era materials, and the swastika-bearing eagle on the warped metal badge in the photograph was unmistakable. Ray and Egon exchanged a meaningful, wordless glance, and then looked at you.

  “This is huge,” Ray spoke, his tone low and conspiratorial but he was sheerly elated at the find, “we’re on the right track now, I feel it, Spengler!”

It was then that Peter tapped his way up the stairs. You took that as a good break point to start cooking.

Ray and Egon chattered amongst themselves about his discovery; Peter sat in a chair and watched you sauté the beef, peppers, mushrooms and onions; Ray and Peter didn’t want mushrooms, so you gave the extra to Egon. By the time the provolone cheese, cut thick, had melted on the top, they’d all gathered around to watch it bubble as if it were something magic. It didn’t take ten minutes for them to devour the sandwiches, as well as the potato chips you'd gotten. Another ten minutes did in the cheesecake, and then, all were laid back in overstuffed bliss.

  “Cancel the tests,” Peter grunted, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied expression as he looked at you, “destroy the evidence, we’re keeping you here forever.”

  “If only,” Ray commiserated with a forlorn, wistful look at you as well.

Egon was still savoring the last bites of his cheesecake, and so said nothing, but gave a concurring mumble and a nod in your direction; you figured there was a compliment somewhere in there.

  “I’ve never been loved like this,” Peter continued, gazing at you lovingly.

You giggled, which surprised even you. Peter looked quite pleased at that.

  “Well, get used to it,” you replied pridefully with a wink, and stood, clearing the table.

Thankfully, the guys were fans of disposable tableware; it cut down on dishes, and so all you had to actually wash were the dishes from the cooking. A cutting board, a knife, a sheet pan, a skillet, and a spatula. You had it done in five minutes’ time, and by then, the table had been overtaken once more by books and equipment as it was before the great feast. Stantz and Spengler sat arm-to-arm at the table, sipping cold beers, Ray smoking, sussing out what they could find about that Centralia Crossrip, as they called it. Peter had sat still long enough to smoke a cigarette and drink half a Pabst Blue Ribbon himself before calling it a night. It wasn’t super late, to be honest, but it’d been a while since he’d had a meal that big, or that good.

Once everything was taken care of, you decided a shower was in order. You shambled into the sleeping quarters and to your still unmade bed, past Peter, who was perched upon his own bed, perusing a magazine he’d presumably purloined from Ms. Melnitz. You felt his eyes on you as you gathered up your pajamas, towels, and your bag of hygiene products…you tried not to mind him, but you did glance at him a few brief times; each time, you just barely caught his eyes flickering back to the magazine in his hands. He’d clear his throat, and mumble something about something or other, incoherent. You rolled your eyes and wandered into the showers.

You turned the taps on the farthest shower in the corner of the room, trying to feel out the right temperature. Once it was hot enough for your taste, you stripped to your birthday suit and decided it was worth the battery expenditure to play music on your phone for a short while. Once you were satisfied with the selection (“Higher and Higher” performed by the ineffable Jackie Wilson) you took a deep breath and stepped into the streaming water.

Even this experience felt different. You felt very small, and not just because the shower was huge. You let the water hit your skin, breathed in the steam, began your ritual. You could only hope your skin didn't disagree with the water hardness or having to completely change your entire lineup of soaps and scrubs; you kept as close as you could, save for a few scent choices. Honey vanilla will be your signature scent here. You sang as you scrubbed, enjoying yourself well enough. The next track to play was “New Invention” by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME–exactly like that, yes–and with it the mood changed slightly. You loved this song. It felt very sensual, kind of spooky, generally it tickled your brain in all the right ways. By the time that track ended, you had just rinsed the last of the conditioner out of your hair, and gave your face one last quick scrub with just your hands and the water. You shut off the taps and collected your towel, doing the flip-and-twist wrap technique to secure it atop your head. You made your way to the sink and mirror, wrapping your body in another towel, still dripping wet; steam rolled off the exposed parts of your skin. You suppose you may have run it a little hot. Oops.

You brushed your teeth and toned and moisturized your face to “Flip City” by Glenn Frey.

  “Wake me when it’s over, tell me I’m alright,

  Tell me it was just a dream, a dream I had last night–

  I can hear the spirits now, moving underground

  I can feel them closing in, about to drag me down–"

You sang along, drying yourself off more thoroughly now that everything from the neck up was taken care of. As always, the natural moisture retention of the skin made it slightly difficult to pull the black tank top you had chosen for a night shirt over your chest, and it stuck to your back, rolling up on itself instead of simply scooting down like it should have. Lazy and now quite sleepy after a hot shower and all that food, you simply left it half rolled down your midriff; the important bits were covered, you figured. You wore those same comfortable red buffalo plaid pajama pants from your own realm. A comfort from home. Once you were dressed, you turned your phone off and took a brief moment to inspect yourself in the slightly steamy mirror. You looked tame enough. You wandered back into the dormitory, and found Ray and Egon had joined Peter there; they were still discussing findings in scientific dialogue neither you or Pete could keep up with if you tried, but when you walked in, all eyes fell on you. You glanced quickly between the three of them; they all seemed focused, at least for the brief moment your eyes were on them, on your exposed stomach. You crossed your arms over yourself and frowned.

  “Y’all act like you’ve never seen a gut before,” you grunted, slinking over to your bed, which was across from Peter’s, placing Ray’s clothes and your wet towels in the laundry bag you had procured. It was undoubted you were flushed red from the heat of the water, yes, but now it was for all sorts of reasons other than that. Particularly the way Egon smirked at you. Well, not at you, necessarily, but while looking at you; when you spoke, however, they all averted their gaze…except Peter, unsurprisingly.

  “It’s been longer for some of us than others,” he quipped, amused.

Egon shrunk slightly. Ray blushed a dark pink.

  “That's not a crime, you know,” you chuckled at them, tugging the bottom of the shirt down where it would normally have been.

They looked at you normally then. Except for Peter. Of course.

  “Say, Y/N, do you have a better half back at home?” Venkman asked innocently enough, sitting up and setting his magazine aside to give you his full attention.

You went to start on making up your bed and found it was already made up neatly. The corners were tucked in and everything. The pillow had even been fluffed. A stuffed toy black bear sat upon the sheets.

  “Aw, thanks, guys,” you cooed, beaming at them, “who did this?”

Ray gave a sheepish smile.

  “I figured it was the least I could do,” he shrugged, “you know. Hospitality.”

You wandered over and placed a delicate kiss on his forehead. He tensed a little, going red again and grinning widely, only more so when you giggled at his response to the gesture of thanks. You returned to your own bed and sat on the wrinkle-free covers, brushing your hair.

  “What did you say, Peter? I’m sorry,” you looked at Venkman passively, who seemed a bit miffed now, if only very minutely; you figure people didn’t ignore him often. They probably didn’t get the choice.

  “I asked if there was someone special back home. No ring?” He raised an eyebrow, wiggling his left ring finger in your direction for a moment in emphasis.

Egon stuck his nose deeper into the old suspiciously skin-toned patchwork leather bound compendium he was reading as his ears burned, but Ray made no real effort to hide his interest in your answer. You faltered.

  “Oh, well…no,” you frowned, “there was someone but…things didn’t work out.”

Peter scoffed. At first you were offended, but he jumped to his feet with purpose.

  “Who,” he demanded, striding the three strides it took to reach your bedside and dropping to one knee before grabbing your hand, “and I mean who in their right mind would give you up? I’ll wait the damn thirty years to punch his lights out myself. Or laugh at him. Up to you, really, dealer’s choice. We could make him go away–”

  “Peter, please,” you interrupted, bristling so hard that you all but yanked your hand away, “it’s a sore subject. It’s been a long time but…please. I don’t want to talk about it further. Take the no and run wherever you’ll go with it.”

He frowned, and the room was suddenly rather tense.

  “Understood. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Peter said softly, giving your knee a gentle, apologetic pat, standing up.

You grabbed his hand as he turned, and he looked back at you.

  “Sorry,” you mumbled, “I just…sorry.”

  “Hey, it’s no skin off my nose,” Peter replied, smiling softly at you; he didn’t seem upset in the least, “I shouldn’t have pried. But I mean what I said. Whoever you end up with one day is one lucky bastard and if they don’t know it by the time they’ve seen you for the very first time, I’ll tell them myself.”

You chuckled; you only realized then that you almost started to cry. You tried not to draw attention to the lump in your throat. Peter ruffled your still-wet hair, gagged dramatically at the wet and cold sensation, wiped his hands all over the back of your shirt. You knocked him over, and he tumbled back onto Winston’s unoccupied bed. You descended into a fit of giggles.

  “Give the rest of us a chance, Pete,” Ray pouted from his bed.

Peter looked at him and gave him an expression of a man who knew he was too blessed to exist, but didn’t plan on looking a gift horse in the mouth, if you get his drift. You found yourself rather red in the face.

  “I’d fight someone for you,” Ray told you, nodding with conviction, “And I find out anyone hurts you while you’re here and they’ll deal with not just me, but all of us, right, Egie?”

Egon, startled at his being dragged into the conversation, looked up frightfully, but seemed to concur.

  “Yo,” he declared deeply, raising a fist partway into the air in solidarity.

You burst into another fit of giggles, fixing your hair and setting your brush under the bed for the time being. You sat cross-legged and looked at the men surrounding you.

  “Thanks, guys. I appreciate that more than you know.”

They all mumbled their affirmations. You wanted to hug them each very tightly for a very long time, but boundaries are a thing, so you settled for slipping under your blankets.

  “It really took no time at all to grow attached to you,” Egon finally spoke, surprising everyone in the room to some degree or another; “in a way it’s very similar to naming a stray animal you started feeding regularly and the resulting increase of trust and happiness in all parties."

  “Except this animal feeds you, Spengie,” Venkman rebutted.

Egon faltered.

  “Yes. Quite well. Thank you again.”

You nodded and couldn’t help but laugh. He looked so serious sitting there stick-straight in his bed, in his colorful polka dot pajamas, reading his Necronomicon, you assumed. He returned to his book and, with one hand, managed to open and unwrap a Twinkie, popping it in his mouth in mere moments. Swift fingers, you guessed, all that delicate engineering and whatnot. You try not to think about that for too long.

  “What’s on the itinerary for tomorrow?” you asked, looking between the men.

  “Well,” Ray considered, “Winston comes back at 6 in the morning for another 48-hour run. Pete’s got his day off starting then too.”

  “I’ll be around, though, just for pleasure, not business,” Peter winked.

Ray frowned at him.

  “That just means he’s sleeping in and won't go home,” he explained flatly. “Spengler’s going to head to the library to see what else he can dig up. I’ve got to check in on The Occult.”

  “Your shop?” you tilted your head involuntarily, like a curious puppy.

Ray grinned at you.

  “Yeah. Shouldn’t be surprised you knew. Wanna come?”

You nodded; that sunshiny grin got wider. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. Now it was Peter who looked a little pouty. It’s kind of funny to you; it was probably mutual, the amount of attention being received from the opposite sex skyrocketing for all parties save for maybe Peter and Winston in the last 48 hours compared to the last several months, you figure, at least. It had been quite a while for you anyway.

You pursed your lips and watched Ray light up a cigarette, offering the pack to Peter, who accepted; he then reached across and offered it to you.

  “Oh, no thanks, I don’t smoke cigarettes. I prefer my herb a little greener,” you mumbled the last bit, politely declining.

Egon perked up like a dog that caught the scent of a sizzling ribeye steak. He didn’t say anything, but you made eye contact, he raised an eyebrow, you nodded a minuscule nod, and that Spengler Classic half-smirk made a brief comeback. You believe you have just made plans to get baked together. There’s no telling till it happens, but you're looking forward to it. Ray and Peter exchanged a look.

  “I haven’t done that stuff since college,” Ray thought for a moment, furrowing his brow; “last time, I ate a whole pound of peanut butter fudge and passed out watching Saturday Night Live.”

  “Been there, my guy,” you nodded sagely.

  “Last time for me was a few months ago with this really gorgeous hippie girl I met on a bust. She remembered me from Columbia. We watched Evil Dead, but I don’t remember any of it.” Peter got a lopsided grin on his face at the thought.

  “Last time for me was Tuesday,” Egon chimed in quietly.

The others looked at him with surprise. He averted his gaze bashfully, probably regretting his admission.

  “Yesterday, technically,” you sighed.

They all looked at you; Egon’s stare was much less surprised than the other’s.

You stuck your tongue out at Venkman, who looked the most incredulous, and he raised his eyebrows even further.

  “Don’t threaten me,” he warned quietly, “I’ll come over there.”

Ray batted Venkman’s head with the Mr. Stay Puft. Pete winced.

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THERE IT IS,,, CHAPTER TWOOOO,,, AAAA

i hope y’all enjoy ;w; chapter 3 has not begun yet so there will probably b more time between this and that but i have ~plot ideas~ so this has a track to run on which is more than i can normally say for my brain lmfao

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[tedesquire]

Could you write smth with Egon x reader, your writing is all so good and they make me so happy. Please I’m begging :’) anything you want topic-wise, as long as it’s with Egon. Thank you and ily :))))

It's a Date

Description: You and Egon have been dating for weeks, though it would help if he knew that.

A/N: Had this idea in my head for a while… It’s probably something that would happen to me if I was 2% more unstable. Again, I love when people say "write whatever you want" but then I am faced with the reality of wow I get to write what I want... for a public audience...

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“Egon, are you aware that there’s a woman at the bar who hasn’t taken her eyes off you all night?” Peter jutted his chin to gesture behind where you and Egon sat, a glint of mischief in his eye.

The gang had invited you and Janine out to a bar after their most recent bust, and while Janine declined, you couldn’t resist an opportunity to spend time with your boyfriend, Dr. Egon Spengler. It had only been a few weeks, but you were as infatuated with him as ever.

It began when he had asked you to tag along with him on a run to pick up some yeast and mold samples he had purchased a few towns over, inviting you to dinner as well. He made you smile, laugh, and he offered to pay for your meal.

“Wow, it’s almost as if this was a date.” You had teased, taking a sip of your wine.

“Well, we’re currently two people in a social engagement at a particular time, so yes, a date.” He shrugged his shoulders.

You were over the moon, smiling for the rest of the night. Since then you had been on multiple coffee and dinner dates, park outings, and sweet nights just resting at your apartment.

“Aren’t you going to talk to her?” Ray asked, bringing you back to reality.

You laughed heartily, shaking your head. “Ha ha Stantz, nice try.”

“Oh?” Wintson chimed in, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “And why wouldn’t he? Some girls like the nerd-type you know, look at Dana and Peter.”

“Hey, I resent that!” You raised an eyebrow, ignoring Peter’s cry of outrage.

“Because… Egon’s seeing someone…?” You were taken back by their lack of knowledge, eying the man in question, waiting for him to chime in. Was he trying to keep it a secret?

“Spengler, you dog! I take back everything I said about you! Well, a good 98%, at least. Who is the lucky fossil?” Venkman laughed, elbowing a chuckling Winston. You felt your heart sink. Did they really not know?

“No, I bet it’s Janine. Is it Janine?” Winston asked, genuine excitement in his tone.

“What about that woman from the bust last Saturday who was eyeing you… what’s her name…” Ray thought out loud.

“He won’t say anything! Y/n, you know who it is! Tell us. C’mon tell us.” Venkman begged, and you looked towards Egon, whose dark brows were furrowed in confusion.

“Me…?” You muttered weakly, the end of the sentence more posed as a question. The table burst into cheers, but you couldn't focus on anything other than Egon’s shocked expression.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, placing your hand on his arm.

“I wasn’t aware that we were in a relationship.” Panic bubbled in your stomach.

“What do you mean, we’ve been dating for weeks!” The table had quieted by now, all men equally lost as to what the hell was going on. Egon remained quiet, allowing you to think out loud. “You… you asked me to go pick up yeast samples and have dinner with you and you said it was a date.’”

“Oh my god,” Venkman cut in, not that you were paying close attention. “Is that an ionized class 4 apparition? We’re going to go check it out.” The three other men slid out of the booth faster than you had ever seen them move before in your life.

“And then,” You continued, voice started to crack as your throat became tense. “We had coffee, I invited you over for a movie, we’ve had dinner multiple times…” Realization dawned on you, instantly sliding out of the booth and standing.

“Oh my god.. Oh my god! You… you didn’t think we were dating. Because we weren’t. You didn’t say it was a date... You just mentioned it was a date, like an appointment. And I’m an idiot.” The music felt too loud, your heartbeat racing in your ears. You peered over your shoulder to find Winston, Peter, and Ray at the bar staring at you guys, immediately breaking contact to pretend as if they weren’t witnessing the most humiliating moment of your life.

“I thought you didn’t like touch too much so I didn’t try to…” You weakly tried to justify your actions.

“Y/n-” Suddenly it felt like everyone was staring, recognizing that you were a moon-eyed fool who believed in love so much you had made up a relationship with your coworker. You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, tears welling and starting to pour down your cheeks.

So you did the only rational thing you could think of to do, you ran.

-

Oh god, how could you think that for one second Dr. Egon Spengler, an intelligent, handsome, and caring man, would take one look at you and want to date you? He had his pick of fans and fellow members of academia, and who were you? Just a little nobody.

You could picture it now; him laughing with the guys about obsessed with him you were, telling this story to women who hung off his every word. Soon the whole city would know about your foolishness.

As soon as you had started running you knew you couldn’t think of anywhere to go where Egon or the team wouldn’t find you, ruling out work and your apartment. And since you left your coat and wallet at the bar, that eliminated the option to hail a taxi. So the only place you could think to go to was Bryant Park, hopelessly believing that the fountain might cheer you up

How were you supposed to go to work? You couldn't quit- could you? No, that would be too rash, too babyish. You’d suppose you’d have to suffer through Venkman’s quips and the pitying looks from Stantz and Zeddemore. And you would have to muster up enough courage to be in the same room with Egon, look at him, or speak with him.

Maybe you could think about that quitting idea later.

“No wishes?” A deep voice startled you out of your thoughts, grabbing a large rock you had placed on the ledge earlier and pulling your arm back to throw it. “Woah, woah! Don’t- uh! It’s me! Egon!” You met his eyes and sighed heavily, throwing the rock down by your feet to wipe your tear-stricken face. If you weren’t so upset you would have laughed at how panicked he seemed at the thought of you hitting him.

“Do you often sit alone in the city with a rock to defend yourself with?” You could tell Egon was trying to make the atmosphere less awkward, and usually you would love him for it but all you felt was shame.

“I’m a woman. It’s the 80’s. It’s late.” Your sentences were clipped, throat tense from crying. “What do you want, Egon?” You sighed, turning your head to face the reflection again. “Come to make fun of me?”

“I would never, you know that.”

“Well, I did believe we were dating so clearly my mental accuracy is unstable.” You sniffed softly.

“That’s not the conclusion I came up with.”

“How did you find me?” You jumped, noticing he had sat on the ledge beside you.

“You mentioned it weeks ago, when we went to check out the new additions of the occult section at the public library. You pointed it out through the windows. If I recall correctly you mentioned your fondness for the fountain and how you went ice skating near it a few winters previous.”

“You remembered that?”

“I remember everything you say.” You tried to stop your blush as tears threatened to spill again.

“Egon-”

“Let me explain. Please?” He waited until you nodded, standing back up to his full height and pacing in front of you as he spoke.

“While it’s true, I had no idea that you felt a romantic inclination towards me. But looking back it seems so obvious, I should have noticed. You let me talk to you about my theories and recent work, though you��ve told me time and time again you have no clue what I’m saying. You came with me to collect samples and eat out on a Saturday night when you could have been doing anything else. Every time you invited me for a movie you had multiple options and let me pick what I wanted to view. You made dessert each time because you know I have a sweet tooth.”

“You stack the basement full of water bottles to make sure I’m taking in enough fluids, you bring me coffee first in the morning before anyone else and make me non-caffeinated tea after 5 pm in hopes I will create a steady sleeping schedule. And you avoided trying to make me uncomfortable by touching, even when you thought we were dating.”

“Egon-” You tried to interrupt, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Everything you do, whether you realize it or not, reflects your true feelings for me, and I failed to recognize it. You care for me and accept me as I am…”

“Egon-”

“Please! Y/n!” He shouted, stopping his walk and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I- I’m trying to say something.” He took another deep breath, standing in front of you, tipping your chin upwards to look at him.

“I was so shocked at the back at the bar because I had a hard time accepting your romantic view of me. That you believed if I was in a relationship with you that I would not take you out on dates, take you to a restaurant, pull your chair out for you, pay for your meal. That I wouldn’t compliment you or call you beautiful, and you are, objectively speaking, so, so beautiful.” His thumb softly rubbed your cheek, his hand cradling your face.

“I can’t comprehend what would lead you to believe that I wouldn’t tell our friends about us the second we got together. That I would not hold your hand, hug you, or.. Or kiss you.” He seemed nervous now, breath shaky. His fingers were still weakly pressed against your chin. “I would be willing to do it all, if you were the one I was with.”

His hands never left your skin, an arm wrapping around the small of your back to pull you in close, his warm breath mixing fanning across your face. His eyes flickered between your eyes and mouth, muttering something unintelligible before softly pressing his lips against yours.

You had been waiting, wanting this for so long, eyes fluttering shut and pressing your palms against his broad chest. Could he hear your heartbeat? You wondered, it was fluttering so loudly.

Egon invaded all your senses, the taste of the beer he nursed earlier on your tongue, the smell of his cologne, the softness of his lips and small calluses on his fingers against your skin.

The kiss deepened, a deep moan escaping from Egon’s throat. He had thought of this moment for just as long, if not longer than you. The first moment he laid eyes on you, applying for extra help, he knew he had lost his focus and resolve. He wasn't as smooth or charming as other men and therefore was quite hesitant about breaking the barrier of your friendship.

He snuck a guilty peek at you every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn’t another dream, or a hallucination. The way you gripped him tightly, your body fitting perfectly against his, it was as if for the first time in his life he didn’t feel shy.

You both separated, gasping for air, Egon pulling your head in to rest on his chest, petting it gently.

“Let me show you what it would be like to be my romantic companion. Let me try again. I will never make you feel unloved or unwanted, I promise.” He pressed another his to your forehead.

So yes, that night would go down in history as being one of the most embarrassing moments of your life, but in the years to follow, you wouldn’t change it for a thing.

[xxmoodslimexx]

Hiii could we please have more possessed reader angst with the boys? My brain is going "EGON EGON EGON EGON EGON" at the moment lol

((Hi! So @songbirdemerald-blog also asked that I expand on this idea with Egon in mind and I’m an Egon kinda gal myself so I think it’s only fair I do a drabble. It’ll be my first one so bear with me lol. Consider this my apology for barely posting lately. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!))

Egon x Reader - Possession

“On your left!”

You could barely hear the warning over the general chaos happening around you, but you swung around with your proton beam blazing all the same. You grit your teeth and took a couple steps back as the recoil jolted through you, almost making you lose your balance. The ghost caught in your stream squirmed and struggled but you held fast, grunting with effort as you wrestled it closer to the traps you and the boys had laid out. There were five traps, each one laid out on the point of a slime covered pentagram painted on the floor. You were too exhausted to properly remember why. Something about the slime opening a portal to suck the ghosts in? All you knew was that it would make the ghosts go away so you could get out of this creepy castle and go home and that was enough.

“Okay, keep it steady! We got ‘em!” Ray called out, “Venkman, if you’d do the honours please?”

You heard Peter dramatically clear his throat and begin reciting an incantation you’d found earlier. Immediately the ground began to shake and the torches around you began to flicker. Did that mean it was working? You looked to Egon for a sign, but he was too focussed on the ghost he was struggling to hold in place. He called for Peter to speak louder and you could tell immediately that something was wrong. Your heart dropped. All you could do was watch the wheels turn in Egon’s head as he glanced from the ghost, to the pentagram, to Peter and back again. You closed your eyes and concentrated for a moment. All your research had pointed to the pentagram being a door, a portal to the other side. Egon had said the ritual worked in a similar way to your traps.. But did that mean -

Your eyes widened as everything clicked into place. This was a trap, but not for the ghosts. You were about to shout for everyone to stop when something else caught your eye. A shadow behind Egon, growing and distorting, opening wide as though it meant to swallow him into the darkness it was made out of. There was no time to lose.

“EGON!” You ran forward without hesitation, ready to let your ghost go and blast the other one instead. The last thing you remember seeing and hearing was the team reaching and calling out for you before the shadow advanced and made your world go black.

—

Egon watched with horror as you ran toward him, all at once stepping into the ectoplasm, being hit with some sort of shadow creature and releasing your ghost - which seemed to set off a domino effect across the streams. There was a moment like a crescendo in an orchestra and then suddenly dead silence. The world had stopped and in its place was just him and the team, all staring blankly at Y/N. There were no ghosts, no buzzing of open traps or proton streams, just silence.

“What happened? Did it work?” Winston finally asked as everyone slowly gathered around Egon. He didn’t answer. He still hadn’t put away his proton pack like some of the others had and he was still staring at Y/N with wide, frightened eyes. They were stood tall.. An inch or two off the ground to be exact.

“Y/N?” He tried cautiously. They looked up at him with an unnatural, wicked grin.

“There is no Y/N. Only The Collective,” Fifty voices answered back.

“Shit!” Winston exclaimed, scrambling once more for his equipment. The others followed suit and soon they were shoulder to shoulder, ready to face off with whatever the Hell this was.. Without hurting you in the process.

Egon took a step forward. His breath hitched in his throat and his knuckles were white but he stood his ground. Peter had opened his mouth to make a stupid comment but he held back for just a moment.

“Get away from them,” Egon demanded, a cold fire burning in his eyes, “Now. I know who you are, I know they’re of no use to you. Let them go!”

“Then release us,” The Collective bargained back, gesturing to the pentagram on the floor, “finish what you began.”

“They want us to trap them?” Winston asked.

Egon shook his head, never once looking away from y/n’s distorted face even though it hurt. “I was right about the ritual opening a door.. But it’s an entrance, not an exit. If we finish it, there’s no way of knowing what might come through. Likely nothing good.” He paused. “I suggest you all get out of here.”

“No way!” Ray called back. He might have said something else if Winston hadn’t clapped a hand on his shoulder. He trusted Egon with his life, but this was reckless. Something told him there would be no stopping whatever came next. The team reluctantly hung back.

Without waiting for a response or further action from anyone, Egon reached down and pulled something from his belt, holding it high above his head. Ray cried out in protest but Egon held fast and spoke louder.

“This is an Ecto Grenade! It’s more powerful than the streams we’ve already used against your lackeys! Powerful enough to destroy the portal completely and any hope of rebuilding it.”

“And all of you,” The Collective barked back, “Including the very one you’re trying to save.”

Egon shook his head. “You’d need their body to shield what little of you there is left. Something to die in since you’d have no hope of being complete again.” Another pause. “They’d be fine. I don’t care what happens to me.”

The Collective’s eye twitched then. Y/N’s body jerked uncomfortably. Something about that sentence had triggered a response. Egon smiled despite the fact his stomach was in knots.

“I don’t! I’d sooner blow myself up than - “

Y/N’s jaw opened wide, wider than any human mouth should be able to, and The Collective let out an ungodly shriek, with one voice prominent over the others. Egon kept going.

“I’ll do it! Their safety is all that matters to me, I’ll - “

Another scream sounded. Lights strobed both in the room and within Y/N’s eyes. When it all stopped Y/N gasped and finally began to look around the room like they could see. Ironically Egon’s vision was blurry as he finally dropped his weapon.

—

Waking up was disorientating to say the very least. You felt as though you’d been drowning and could only now come up for air, eyes and ears clogged with something you couldn’t place. But also you were falling and it hurt when you collided with whichever poor soul that tried to catch you. Muffled, panicked voices called your name and hissed instructions to each other as you were gently lowered to the ground.

“Easy. Easy! It’s okay now, y/n, you’re alright.”

“We’ve got you. You’re okay.”

“The fuck did those - That thing go?”

“Don’t know, don’t care, doesn’t matter. Let’s just get paid and get out of here.”

“Y/N, honey, can you hear me?”

None of it made sense until a strong pair of arms wrapped around you and squeezed you to their chest, safe at last. You knew then.

“Egon,” you mumbled, trying to wriggle out of his vice-like grip to get a better look at him. He didn’t budge.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m so sorry, y/n, I got it wrong. It’s all my fault, I—”

You might as well have been possessed again because the explanations and misjudged calculations Egon began reeling off went right over your head. It dawned on you that the situation might have been more severe than you first thought because Egon sounded more emotional than you’d ever heard him before.

“- it won’t happen again, I promise. Next time we’ll—”

“Okay, motormouth, I think they got it,” Peter interrupted, awkwardly patting Egon’s shoulder, “Mistakes were made, shenanigans ensued, day was saved. It’s just another day at the office and we don’t get paid for overtime, so.. Let’s bounce.”

Egon finally released you a little bit and pulled back so you could look him in the eye. If he sounded emotional, he looked a wreck. His brown eyes were wide and sparkling with something, scanning you all over like he was scared there was something else he’d missed. You smiled and put your hand over his.

“I’m okay, doc,” you assured him, “Tired, but okay. Promise.”

Your smile had always been contagious to him and was enough to at least get him to let you go and help you to your feet. You felt a little dizzy, but sure that if you fell Egon would catch you. He was like your shadow all the way back to Ecto-1 and was right there with an arm around your shoulders as you leaned against him to get some rest. The car ride made you a little nauseous, but overall you were still okay. That didn’t stop Egon worrying though. He gently brushed his thumb back and forth across your shoulder and held you closer at any slight bump in the road. It wasn’t exactly strange for Egon to be protective, but this was a little much.

“Egon, seriously. I’m okay,” You told him softly. You could feel all eyes on you as you say it, even if they’re pretending not to look. For the first time in Ghostbuster history though, no one said a word. The funny feeling that this was more serious than you thought came back and shut you up.

“I know, sweetheart,” Egon muttered, pressing a hasty kiss into your hair. It’s not as comforting as you suspect he’d like.

Eventually the five of you got home and you were able to escape the slightly claustrophobic atmosphere of everyone’s concern. All you wanted was to have a shower, go to bed and put this whole ordeal behind you. Egon had other ideas.

“Y/n, I really think it would be a good idea to run some tests, just to be sure—”

Peter clapped his hands around your shoulders and shook you gently.

“Egon! Have a heart, will ya? Hasn’t our poor pal here been through enough without being subjected to your torture chamber too!?” He says it as dramatically and jokingly as ever, but you can all tell he’s serious. Before Egon can protest he turns you around and gently encourages you to get up the stairs. “Go on, get outta here. Past your bedtime anyway. Get.”

You resist the urge to turn around and give everyone more reassurances. Instead you head straight for the shower and then to bed, falling asleep almost instantly from pure exhaustion.

When you woke up it was still dark and there was a deep feeling of dread in your stomach and chest. It took a moment for your heart to calm down and for you to realise that what was fading was the last of a nightmare you couldn’t remember. You instinctively reached for Egon but the space next to you was empty. You say up and blinked into the darkness, feeling cold. The only sounds was the soft snoring of the other guys and the muted rush of late traffic outside. You pulled your knees up to your chest.

“He’s upstairs,” a voice whispers.

You near jumped out of your skin and turned to look at Ray’s bed. He hadn’t bothered to sit up but it’s clearly him.

“He keeps popping in and out or sending Slimer in to check on you. He asked me to keep watch too but—” A yawn interrupted him, “—you know.”

“I know,” you whispered back, smiling even though he couldn’t see it, “Thanks, Ray.”

He didn’t respond and you suspected he might have drifted back to sleep. You got up then and quietly crept toward the door. Slimer was hovering by the fridge and perked up immediately upon seeing you. You quickly put a finger to your lisp, still aware of the occupied bedroom behind you..

“Hey, Slimes..” You whispered. He floated eagerly toward you and you had to pet him a little, even if it did make your hand a little sticky. “You been guarding the door for Egon?” You asked. He nodded so hard that his whole body moved up and down with it. “Aw, good job, bud,” you praised, “You can stop now though.”

Slimer babbled something and gave another nod, seemingly satisfied with his work before wandering off again. You continued your journey upstairs. As expected, Egon was hunched over a workbench furiously jotting down notes and scanning over the various textbooks laid out before him. He jumped and looked up as you cleared your throat.

“Honey! Hi.. Are you alright? I expected you to sleep right through..”

A part of you was happy to see him and endeared at his scientific approach to things.. Another part of you hated how fearful and how tired he looked. He’d obviously been worried.

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m fine before you believe me?” You asked softly. You glanced at the clock on the wall and then to the cot opposite his bench that had been left untouched. You sighed. “It’s almost four in the morning..”

When you looked back at him he was looking nervously at his equipment and at the stairs behind you. Anywhere but your eyes. You realised that it didn’t matter how many times you verbally reassured him at all. With another sigh you turned and jogged back downstairs, ignoring Egon’s calls. You rummaged through boxes and shelves until you found the things you were looking for, practically marched back upstairs, sat yourself down and put the crown of metal and wires on your head, dumping the rest of the equipment on the bench.

“Test me,” you commanded. Your face and eyes were hard set as you tried to communicate just how serious you were. It was almost like a dare.

Egon blinked and glanced over everything. You’d gotten everything right and brought what was needed.. But of course you had. It only took a moment for his brain to reboot and he got started right away. Any annoyances you might have still had melted as you watched Egon work. You weren’t just any experiment or project. He talked to and touched you so gently you thought you might cry. You knew that he cared and just how much, you’d just been.. Overwhelmed. It occurred to you now that the funny feeling you’d been getting was actually just coming to the realisation of how scared Egon had been to lose you. You watched him work a little longer before he finally removed the wires from your temples.

“All good?” You asked.

“All good,” he confirmed, “I’m so sorry, y/n.” He looked relieved and maybe a little sheepish. You inched closer before he could launch into another apology and/or explanation and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. You felt him melt into you and hold you tight, even reaching up to tangle his fingers in your hair. You felt him finally relax and the two of you stayed there in warm, comfortable silence for what felt like hours. Anything that either of you wanted to say was communicated in your heartbeats and any slight movements between you.

Eventually Egon pulled away to bring your knuckles to his lips so he could kiss them gently.

“I love you,” he said finally. It was a reassurance, an admission of guilt, an apology, a scientific conclusion and more all rolled into one.

“I love you too,” you told him. By now you truly didn’t think he had anything to apologise for, especially not the possession itself, but you hoped he got the message that you forgave him anyway.

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: none

↳ notes: forgot how good this movie series was. going to be thinking about it quite a bit these few coming days. especially egon! favorite character by far, with winston in next place

↳ song: main title theme (ghostbusters)—elmer bernstein

masterlist | commisions | carrd

• When a flyer for a job downtown mysteriously appeared in your mailbox slot, your first thought was to throw it away

• It looked scrappy. Par on course with the rest of the junk mail companies normally delt out to catch your eye

• Still. Three days later you were standing outside a mildly reevaluated looking firehouse with the paper clutched loosely in your hand, and your best clothes on

• As you’d walked towards the doors, a man came up from behind you, uttering an apology as he nearly bumped into you

• “Hey,” He had paused, allowing you to catch a glance of his tan suit and kinky black hair. “You here for an interview, too?” He asked, walking through the large off-green door as you held it open for him

• “Sure am.”

• “Well, may the best one win. Or get the job, I suppose.” He chuckled with a lopsided grin

• "I dont think they’ll mind hiring the both of us." You eventually responded, looking up at the way the ceiling sagged with old age

• Following your line of sight, the man beside you nodded deeply, and the both of you made your way up to a reception desk with a very annoyed looking lady behind it

• That was the day both you, and who you later learned to be Winston, got the job as the newest pair of Ghostbusters

• “Meet back here tomorrow at noon.” The snappy lady with glasses had said monotonly as she thrust a set of papers at you. You were still looking in the direction that two yelping men in jumpsuits had just gone holding a machine, that it took you a second to notice

• “With the way this job is looking? No way I’m missing tomorrow.”

• Meeting your employers slash coworkers for the first time— technically second if you counted the way two of them crashed your interview mid hiring —was certainly an experience

• Only one had been prepared for both you and Winston’s first days with a handshake and slightly unbuttoned lab coat

• He had introduced himself as doctor Egon Spengler, and shook your hand with a certain rigidness to it. Still, you caught him looking at the both of you with curiosity, so you tossed him an easy upward twitch of you lips. He seemed to relax a little after that

• The other two, however, had proved to be more difficult upon meeting

• Ray Stanz and Peter Venkman were certainly a pair, with the latter sure to be the cause of later headaches, but seemed friendly anyways—if the way they slapped you on the back said anything

• “Welcome to the nerd squad.” Peter has smiled teasingly at you, immediately wrapping an arm around your shoulders and bringing you close as if he was about to tell you a secret. “Stick with me, and you’ll be kicking it with the cool kids!”

• “Is he always like this?” You asked while pushing him away

• “Regrettably.” Egon responded in a flat tone as he moved back to statistics on a chart. “Try being roommates with him in college for six years.”

• “No thanks. I think I’d rather get possessed by one of those ghosts you guys hunt.”

• “Hey, still here!”

• You fell right into place with them pretty quickly after that. Something about getting slimed by a poltergeist in Central Park really brings a group of people together. Especially if they happen to get a really good meal of Thai right after

• In the days weeks and months following your hiring, you get to learn a lot about the little team you’d been squished into

• Winston was probably the first one you befriended. Maybe because the both of you had showed up around the same time, but you found him one of the easiest to just sit down and talk to after a mission without being interrupted every two sentences. The other guys were great, but he seemed to appreciate a little peace and quiet more than what you got in the headquarters

• “Seriously— do we have to call it the headquarters?” You interrupted Peter in the middle of his rant. Sipping on a cup of coffee, you took a moment before speaking more. It really was too early for this. “I mean, come on. It makes us sound like bizzaro superhero’s. More than we already do, anyway.”

• “Personally I wouldn’t mind playing a little Bruce Wayne every now and then.” Peter grinned back suggestively. From beside you, Ego let out his equivalent of an annoyed sigh as he tinkered with stray machinery. Apparently someone else felt it was too early for Peters antics, too

• “Gag me with a spoon.” You deadpanned while swirling your mug around moodily

• “Fine fine. We can call it home base. Happy, sunshine?”

• You grumbled at his sickeningly sweet tone before delving back into your coffee, missing the way Ray and Winston shared slight smiles at the exchange

• “Now that you four are done, mind helping me with our actual jobs?”

• “Oops. Yeah. Sorry Egon.”

• “Sigh.”

[sporesmoldandfungi]

Hi there!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night/whatever time it is for you!! 🥰

If the boredom hasn’t left and you’re still taking requests, may I please request a cute, fluffy Egon x f!reader fic where the reader is like a foot shorter than him (definitely not based in real life or anything 😅…)? I don’t really have any specifics for the plot itself, so you can go however you feel with that tbh. Thank you so so much!! 😋💞

Jump for It - Egon x Short!F!Reader

A/N : Hello! I had a fun time writing this and I hope you enjoy it. The end might be a little out of character for Egon, but I just needed to find somewhat of a conclusion with also making it super cute. 

Also to anyone reading, please keep the requests coming! I’m having so much fun writing them!

Word Count : 951

Being the only female ghostbuster was hard. Being the only female ghostbuster who was also almost a foot shorter than her colleagues, even harder. The boys being taller than her was a no brainer, most of them were over six feet tall, but even Janine, who was a petite woman, was a few inches taller than Y/N.

The proton pack looked like it was constantly swallowing her as she busted ghosts around New York. She often had customers asking her if she was alright when she answered the call. Don’t even get started on Venkman.

“Hey shortie.”

“What’s up short stack?”

“How’s the weather down there?”

Were all things she heard on a daily basis. Today was no exception. Y/N was sitting upstairs in the lab, working beside Egon. He was scribbling down something as she filed paperwork. Peter walked in to make a pot of coffee. He tapped her gently on the head as he walked by her.

“How ya doing today, Y/N? You look like you’re having a hard time reaching the top drawer, need me to grab you a step ladder?” Peter said, smirking.

“Nice to see you too, Venkman.” Y/N grumbled.

Peter started the coffee maker and waited for it to finish. He leaned on the filing cabinet, looking down at Y/N. She was struggling to place a file on the top shelf, even on her tip-toes, she couldn’t reach it. Peter snatched the file from the top, waving it above her.

“Jump for it, little fishie.” He smirked.

Just as she was going to humiliate herself by jumping, a large pair of hands took the file out of Peter’s hands. She turned around to see Egon looming over her, he was glaring at Peter.

“That’s enough, Venkman.” Egon said seriously.

Peter raised his hands defensively, “Yeah, yeah. You two are no fun.”

He walked out of the lab, forgetting his steaming coffee. Egon looked down at Y/N and gave her a gentle smile, he handed her the file.

“Thank you.” she blushed.

“It’s not a problem, Venkman can be a little obsessive with the jokes and teasing sometimes. I should know, he called me ‘Brainiac’ and ‘Four Eyes’ all throughout college.” he said.

She hopped up on the counter and sat down. “You know, sometimes I wish I wasn’t so small. I mean, it’s bad enough that I sometimes get carded at bars, but you guys are huge compared to me. It’s not like anyone will take me seriously standing next to you.”

Egon leaned next to her. “I take you seriously, besides, I like that you’re smaller than me.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, and then smirked, “You like that you’re taller than me, Egon?”

His eyes widened a bit, and he looked around the room, trying to appear normal, he did not. He cleared his throat before speaking, “I never said that.”

“True, but you said that you like that I’m smaller than you, which in turn means, you like that you are taller than me.” Y/N quipped back. He stuttered, trying to think of a rebuttal. Y/N hopped off the counter and stood beneath him, her hands placed on her hips. She looked at him innocently before asking, “Tell me Egon, why do you like that you’re taller than me.”

“I’m, uh, I don’t know why, I just do.” he said, his cheeks getting redder.

Y/N shrugged, “If you say so.” She began to walk away, but was pulled back by Egon. He spun her around and leaned down to give her a quick peck on the lips. They pulled away, looking at one another in shock. Y/N smiled and reached up to kiss him again. Egon had to lean down, but felt it was awkward. So just as their lips met, he wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted off the floor gently so they were at the same level.

Someone cleared their throat at the doorway, Egon practically dropped Y/N to see who it was. Peter stood in the doorway half in shock, half in amusement.

“I was just coming back for coffee.” He said. He pushed past the two blushing adults to pour a cup. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to them and said, “Does this mean I’m gonna have to knock before I enter any room you two are in? And I’m personally hurt, Y/N, I thought I would be your first pick.”

Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Well, I’ll leave you alone then. Don’t have too much fun, I’m not ready to be Uncle Pete.”

Peter left the room and Y/N looked back at Egon, who looked shocked by his own actions. She smiled at him, “Is that why you enjoy our height difference so much? The fact that you have to pick me up to kiss me?”

Egon smiled down at her, “Perhaps, or maybe that it’s easier for me to do things like this.”

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on top of her head. He smiled at her and began walking back to his desk, “Come on, I’m gonna need some help with the next part of my work.”

“Hold on, just let me grab that file.” Y/N said, beginning to grab it.

Egon snatched it before she could grab it. He held it above her head and smirked, “Come on, jump for it little fishie.” he said, mocking Peter.

To his surprise, she leapt up and grabbed it no problem. “Do that again and I’ll climb you like a tree, Spengler.”

He smiled at her, “I’d like to see you try.”

[shelbgrey]

Might i request an Egon Spengler and a nerdy dorky kinda reader that knows a lot about the paranormal, or is a parapsychologist like them in general?

Two Nerds falling in love headcanons:

Paring: Egon spengler x Nerdy!Venkman!Reader

Summary: headcanons about Egon falling in love with Peter Venkman's Nerdy little sister.

💚MasterList 💚dating mood board

I think you guys would be clueless to your feelings, like they're obviously there and everyone can see It expect you two.

Your really in the paranormal, your old brother Peter would always tell you stuff about the poltergeists and ghosts and soon enough you were studying and were obsessed with it as well.

It was no suprise that the team was impressed by your knowledge of the paranormal, but no one was more impressed than Egon.

And your well... A dork, and there's nothing wrong with that. Your extremely smart and just passionate about the things you love.

[pausing and currently breaking the 4th wall] I'm a dork, so I don't get upset by this label, dorks are amazing people to be around.

Any-who, like Egon your a quiet person, but if the conversation brings up something you love you'll be talking to that person about it for hours. It also helps if your used to the person too.

There was one night you and Ray had a long conversation about Scooby-Doo where are you? And The Twilight Zone.

Egon I very reserved and quiet guy, it's rare for him to give in to human urges or emotions, so it didn't go unnoticed to Peter and the others how he'd turn red in the cheeks at just the mere sight of you.

Without realizing it he fell for your brain and knowledge first, you'd often a company him in the Lab and quickly cought on to how the protonpacks work and how to repair the damaged ones.

Your also very passionate about ghosts and haunted places, you go out of your way to find cool abandoned place that could be haunted. At first Peter found it bizarre but found it cool when you found a haunted amusement park.

“do you all think we can take a trip to Colorado and see if the overlook hotel is really haunted?” you asked.

Egon remembers the little things and that's one of the things that made your relationship special. He remembered you bring up the overlook hotel and he took you a vacation to see it.

Speaking of ghosts, you had a strange sympathy for Slimer, he was the only ghost you encountered that was no harm to anyone. The green dude was just eating.

Your also a movie nerd, you'll qoute movies on calls and 9 times out of 10 Egon won't understand. This ment you guys will have many movie nights in your future.

“I don't understand that reference”

“I know you don't, that's going on the list too”

It got to the point in your relationship that you'd flirt without relizing it... Or how ever how nerdy people flirt.

Your brother Peter is always teasing you, even before you guys started dating. To him he's know from day one that you guys liked each other, he'd always have a snide commit like, “He’s dying…” Peter said sadly. “He asked us to bring him here so he could see you one last time and tell you that he lo—ow!” He yelped when Ray smacked him with the rag he was using to clean the protonpacks after a call.

But, your brother got tired of it, the consent glances you'd sneek and how Egon desperately tried to find the right words to flatter you with.

“Hey, sis, you busy Saturday night?” Peter asked one night. “no?”

“Egon, you busy?” he asked. “I'm not”

“good, because I am... You two go out and have a good time”

Yeah your brother asked Egon out on a date for you. Neither one of you knew how to proses what your brother did but it didn't stop you guys from going out.

It was awkwardly sweet, you guys went to a musem and just talked the who time.

“when it comes to things like this I'm not good with words, but y/n I do have an attraction to you... You just make my life more enjoyable”

You kissed his cheek which made you both blushed. “I like you too Egon”

After your some what of a confession, Egon got more comfortable expressing his emotions to you, and you only.

You both didn't have the best childhoods. Egon's parents didn't let him be a kid and often only cared about if he got an equation right. With yours, well they weren't around much after their devorce and you once told Egon that Peter practically raised you.

After he told you and Ray about the slinky he straightend, you took him to a toy store to get him something cool. You got him a toy airplane and stuffed giraffe.

They both set on a self in his lab so he can see it everyday. He fell deeper in love you when you went out of your way to make him feel loved.

He didn't relize how touch starved he was till he met you, usually he didn't really like it but when you started holding his hand or hugging him from behind on the lab he couldn't help but crave more.

“I'd like another hug... Please?”

You'll give him all the hugs he wants and more.

Kissing took a while to enter the relationship, you were both shy and suprisenly Egon instigated it. He'd give a kiss good-bye on the forehead before a call or he'll kiss your cheek in the early mornings before he heads to the lab.

Peter also goes out of his way to tell embarrasing stories about you. “ya know, when y/n was four I told her if she ate the Fortune out of the fortune cookie it'll come true, she totally ate the paper!” he laughed, you'd turne red when Egon heard it. Egon smiled softly and just wanted to hear more about you.

There will always be an ongoing fight about him not getting enough sleep, you love him and you don't want him spending all night in his lab but he'll always be like, “I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.”

When he's clearly tired but still trying to not to be wrong you'll not give up and try to persuade him to come to bed with you “But, Love, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.”

“O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??” he asked.

“I-is it working?” he knows your just trying to look out for him and eventually he will break down and follow you to bed you share in the Firehouse.

He is very gentle boyfriend and taking care of you as softened his heart a lot. He's type of man to cover you with a blanket when you fall asleep on the couch after kissing your forehead. Or carry you to bed if you fall asleep at your desk in the Lab.

He is amazed by you, even if you breathe he's like a love sick puppy. Everything you do just makes him fall even harder for you. Something as little as using the Dewy desim system to organize your guys book collection just amazes him or something as simple as organizing the snack cabinet.

Egon loves and needs physical affection. After every call, no matter how messy you guys are he will instantly engulfs you in a the biggest hug. Or if your working on something in the Lab and he needs a cuddle break, he'll stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder so he can watch you work.

When he dose come to bed you guys are always cuddling or close to each other. If your not cuddling and he's sleeping on his stomach, your draped over his back using him as a pillow.

You both wear glasses and sometimes if there's a call in the middle of the night you two will get them switched up in midst of running around getting ready. You both have similar prescriptions so you won't notice until Peter says something.

Peter couldn't stop laughing the first time it happened because at the time your glasses were purple.

Even though your pretty smart, Egon dose say things that even you need a dictionary to know what he's saying. You know scientific names but sometimes your mouth works faster than your brain and words like 'swabie thing' comes out instead of swab.

“I need a... A Swabie thing to get a sample with”

“a what?” Egon asks as you digged in the drawers of your lab.

You guys are an unstoppable force in the Lab, you two just woke well together and have your own methods.

I don't know if he's the marriage type, but just know he won't leave your side. He'll get possessed by a spirit before he'll leave you.

[tinyvesselhearts]

Thing Is (Protective Egon x You)

It’s a part of a slightly larger collection of one-shots but I’m pretty proud of this one so here it comes:

Egon x Reader/You No Y/N Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (minor injuries)

Thing is, he’s become too observant.

Egon knows you come to the station around 10 A.M. There’s no jumpsuits, car or equipment to maintain so you start with the kitchen. It’s not exactly a part of your duties: the guys are fully capable of washing their own, especially since they barely eat in. Yes, okay— he’ll agree none of them is a dishwashing phenomenon and they hardly ever manage to finish breakfast before their first call— but you can just leave the plates there and nobody would bat an eye.

You do it though. Without a word.

On Tuesday, while showing you monochromic ectoplasm bonds Type IV (Egon prompts it himself these days, no bribe included), he notices the skin on your hands is chapped. He knows you work with nasty chemicals while taking care of Ecto- 1 but you’ve always worn latex gloves— he’s seen them hanging on the heater, next to whichever colorful apron you chose for the day. The only time you work with your bare hands is while cleaning the kitchen. Wiping the counters. Scrubbing the sink.

You’re busy looking at the molecules of Type IV, while he does some research on what he calls The Collective. The sight of your dry fingers keeps nagging him though— there’s no way a simple detergent affects the cells so much— so after replaying all possible scenarios in his head, he can’t take it anymore. He pauses.

“You don’t have to do the dishes”, he states out of the blue. “You know that, right?”

 “Mhm.”

“Why, then?”

You swivel in your chair and look at him.

“I mean, why not? It’s like 20 minutes, tops. You come back to a tidy home and it costs me nothing.”

But it does cost you your hands, he wants to say. There’s no way it doesn’t sound creepy though, even by his standards, so he just acknowledges that with a hum and a thank you. Arguing is pointless. You’ll do whatever you want anyway. He’s not even here to make sure you take care of yourself while on duty.

What he does, however, is wait till the evening and inspect what that low- budget detergent is made of. He’s quick to spot the culprits. It’s a nasty fragrant and the artificial dye. No wonder your skin is irritated. That thing would be harmless if, instead of using your hands, you scrubbed the plates with a metal rod as a part of your morning routine.

Egon buys a new liquid— top shelf this time— and adds some stuff of his own. Some softeners. A nice scent. He pours it into the old bottle so that you don’t think twice. Just a precaution. In case you realized it wasn’t your soap and look for that terrible, skin- devouring slime. He places it near the tap. Then waits.

Over the following weeks he’ll diligently observe how your skin gets better every time you come down to the lab. He’ll see the rough edges get smooth. Fractured knuckles seal shut. Nails regain their shine.

He’ll notice how gentle your fingers are when you secure his slides under microscopic lens.

👻

On this particular Thursday everything goes wrong.

There’s a Class 2 Free- Floating Vapor who’s wildly attracted to funky shapes and vivid hues. It’s the ethereal kind: one whose molecular structure fluctuates. He pries on wallpapers, bedsheet and clothes, tears them up and snugs like an unhinged puppy. Catching him is comparable to squeezing slippery soap. What complicates things even more is that Peter has a clumsy day so even though they manage to trap the ghost, it slips out at the station because somebody forgot to follow a few basic safety tips. Cool. It’s all cool.

Egon knocks at the laundry room’s door. He enters. You’re inside, hanging freshly washed suits.

“We’ve got a situation”, he informs. “Please, wait in here for a few minutes.”

“Oh? You guys need help?”

“We’ll handle this. Venkman let the vapor out. It’s nothing.”

“Oh. Okay.” You straighten up and smooth your apron (it’s the yellow one, embroidered with bees— you wear it when you feel especially joyful and of course it’s got to be today). “I can help, if—”

“No. It’s all under relative control. Don’t worry about it.”

He waits for you to nod, then steps out and closes the door. Relative. Great phrasing, Doctor Spengler.

He powers up the proton pack. The faster they get rid of the ghost, the better. You won’t have time to get creative.

Peter’s pressing a gauze to his nose. It’s bleeding. Not from within though, looks like a cut and that’s relevant: if the vapor is capable of transferring molecules and strengthen bonds within different body parts at will, it could thicken its limbs enough to cause physical harm to humans. Class 2 are rarely aggressive— annoying, yes, destructive as well— but they aren’t interested in manhunt. Maybe this one’s been triggered enough to choose attack for defense.

“Who’s got the trap?”

“I do!” Winston kicks the pedal. “The stream won’t hold long enough though!”

Ray’s standing at the other side of the room, protecting their dear vehicle.

“We should stream it together from different angles! It won’t be able to wiggle out! Let’s try that and move him towards the trap in sync!”

“Baby, you’re lucky I’m a terrific dancer”, says Peter and aims at the ghost.

Egon assesses the situation. The vapor stays too close to the reception for their benefit— the massive wooden desk is going to be a great shield for the specter if they aren’t precise enough. The deeper they go within the station, the more damage they’ll cause. That’s not worth it. Too much precious stuff to risk.

They could try a bait. They’ll have to find some red herring and place it far away: ideally, further into the garage, near the door. Lots of space, no hiding spots. Relative damage control. Cheap repairs. No casualties, either.

He notices Janine’s scarf hanging over her chair: conspicuous, extravagant and frilled, covered in a cheetah pattern. A perfect lure for the ghost. It’s still Janine’s— and she’s upstairs, taking cover in Tully’s office— and once it’s all over she’ll absolutely hate them for destroying her garment. She’d cut their ears off for it, if she could. Luckily, she’s too small for that. Radical.

“Yo! How can I help you, boys?”

For the Mother of—

Egon turns his head. It’s you— standing right at the door in that silly, yellow apron— because of course you are. Hell, you’re an embodiment of what a perfect live bait looks like in this scenario. However, your position (from the strategic point of view) is the absolute worst. You should either take off that apron immediately or move away— and move fast.

“Gear up!” Winston shouts to you. “He’s actually dangerous! Scratched Peter in the face!”

“Guess I was just too pretty!”

The vapor dashes in your direction. It’s quick. You grunt, try to dodge and fail miserably: its slimy claws reach your neck and graze your shirt in a failed attempt to rip off the perky apron. You growl and crouch before Ray chases the ghost off with a stream.

“Ah. Funk. Shite.”, you grunt. “I’ll get the proton pack!”

Egon can’t fucking believe it.

He eases down the proton rod and appears in front of you in a few long strides. No questions, no warning, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack— then proceeds to literally carry you away from the scene.

“What the heck?!” You yelp. “Let me go!”

“Over my dead body.”

Ray and Winston struggle to aim, Peter does more talking than shooting— as usual— so the vapor dissipates and the streams slide off of its ethereal body. The moment isn’t ideal for being a knight in the shining armor but it’s as good as any. Your safety is more important than a burned wall or Peter’s personal opinion (he surely has one— he saw you two— he did a double take).

All of that is irrelevant. What matters though, is that Egon is aware.

You’re close. Locks brush against his ear and your breath is hot on the nape of his neck. The air tingles his tiny hairs. It tickles, it’s distracting and he tenses up, fingers finding their way into your hair. Then, the scent of soap he planted for you reaches his nostrils— and it’s good, it means you’re taken care of. Your hands clutch his jumpsuit— on his shoulder blades, on his chest— and pull at his damp undershirt just because it’s there, right underneath, warm and soaked with sweat.

You’re holding on to him for dear life. You’re around him, everywhere, all at once and it takes every ounce of his willpower to stay focused.

He lets you go in the far corner of the garage. You slide off. Your numb hands linger on his patch and under his collar. Eyes lock.

For a split second he fights an urge to lean in— to press his forehead to yours, to feel you’re right there, safe, away from danger. He almost does. Then he sees blood on your collarbone and his face turns stark.

“What’s that?”

“Um”, you look downwards and tap the stain with your finger. “I don’t know.”

“He scratched you.”

“ I mean, it doesn’t hurt now, so—”

“He scratched you.”

Something within him shifts. He’s all fire and smoke, jaw set, breath hot, eyes sharp and unrelenting. His fists clench, knuckles whiten, a wave of heat reaches his ears— and in this moment he barely recognizes himself.

“Egon…?”

“Winston!” He yells. “Set the trap!”

Your hands grab his sleeve but the grasp is weak, unsure— as if you wanted to anchor him before he does something stupid. Egon vaguely registers that. The fabric slips away from your grip and he strides away, gaze fixated on the ghost. He supports the proton gun on his arm and aims.

Ray picks up on this change of demeanor immediately.

“Ho, someone’s pissed!” He chants. “We’re shooting on three!”

Peter seems to come round as well. He tosses the bloody gauze on the floor (the wound he got is a sleek, clean line, it doesn’t seem deep) and clenches his teeth.

“You envied my pretty face, huh?”

What happens next is difficult to put in the correct order. There’s a loud shriek, a flash of streams coming from at least three proton packs, a loud zap and a warm glow. There’s also a burnt smudge on the ceiling, stretching all the way from garage door to the reception desk, an armchair on the first floor that’s set of fire and — for some inexplicable reason— two bulbs have just exploded.

Janine and Louis run out of the office. Everybody’s quiet. Thick smoke comes from the trap and the air is still until the red light on it switches on.

“…It’s inside.” Winston sighs. “Are you guys okay?”

Ray does a one over. The overall damage is considerable but Janine’s already prancing around the armchair with an extinguisher and the ceiling— well, it’s not like any client ever pays attention to the ceiling, right?— so everything’s taken care of. Peter extends a thumb in a weak attempt to show it is, in fact, alright.

“Yeah. I’ll go get changed. More than enough for today.”

Egon turns his head towards you. You’re still standing right where he put you: far away from the scene, unsure and anxious. His head is still burning. How stupid of you, how reckless not to listen to his request— how much unnecessary stress, how much disaster— what an idiotic move to ignore an explicit warning—

Ray is a perceptive guy.

“I’ll handle the trap”, he says and leaves the garage first.

👻

You take off the apron, blood splatter tainting a bee you embroidered yourself.

“…Oh. I doubt it’ll come off.”

Egon lets you into his lab and closes the door.

“It will”, he assures you. “Here, change. I won’t look.”

“Thank you.”

He lets you swap your ripped shirt for one of his sweaters while he skims over the first aid kit. There must be some ectoplasmic residue around the gash. If he gets a good quality sample, he could run a few tests and see how the molecular transfer works in reference to changing the ghost’s state of matter. It’s a first. If they could figure it out, that would be a real breakthrough.

“I’m, uh. I’m decent.”

Egon picks up a petri dish, a bottle of antiseptic spray and some gauze pads. He sits in a chair right in front of you, rolls up his sleeves and leans over to inspect the wound.

A long red line runs over your collarbone, up to your neck. It’s fresh, red splatters specked across your throat and chest but despite the impact, it doesn’t seem dangerous. He’s relieved to see the other end of the scratch— it’s right above your chest. The hem of his sweater hangs a little loose on you, allowing easy access. Thank God for small mercies.

The light is dim. It’s the blue glow he uses when he needs to focus. Crisp air wraps around him like a blanket. Drawers and tools are outlined by its faint radiance, particles of dust only fleeting in proximity— the specks move slowly, lazily, as if they had the whole time in the world.

Egon takes his time as well. He disinfects his hands, picks up a cotton stick and leans into your personal space.  Your body radiates with heat. He chooses not to think about it: instead, he works around the wound and collect samples. The tip gathers some of the ectoplasm left by the attack. He’s careful to avoid pressing against the slit— only prods at its edges, makes sure none of the cotton fibers get into your wound. Fingers brush against your neck. Your skin is warm.

You look up.

“Are you mad at me?”

“I don’t know what I am at you”, he exhales, then puts away the sample. He takes a scrap of gauze and soaks it with spirits. “It may sting.”

The cloth touches your skin. It’s cold and it burns.

“Eesh. Oof.” You nod. “Yeah, that’s the feeling.”

“Familiar?”

“Ah. Scout camps. We’d get a lot of these. Scraping your way through the woods and all that.”

Egon frowns, meeting your gaze.

“Weren’t your uniforms designed to protect you from those?”

“A cotton button- down skirt? Knee- length? Seriously.”

“…Okay, I can see your point”, he snorts— and you chuckle too, glint in your eyes — and it’s warm in his chest.

He cleans the gash way longer than necessary. Your skin seems so fragile up close. Drops of liquid sanitizer glide against it, guiding him through the task. He runs over them with gentle pads again and again, smearing the antiseptic into an even coat. Delicate swipes leave smudges, which’s irregular lines shapes gleam on your skin. The wound looks a little better. It’s a cue. He doesn’t stop.

“Egon, I’d like to thank you for all of this”, you almost whisper. “I know I screwed up. I’m terribly sorry. I should have been wiser and stay where I was told.”

He frowns. He was mad at you before you came down to the lab. He should still be mad at you but hormones are like tides— they rise and retract, they take over, then dissipate— and he’s just not feeling it anymore.

“We’re good”, he murmurs. “I’ve neglected the issue myself. I should teach you how to use our equipment. Accidents will happen. It’s imperative you’re capable of defending yourself.”

“You’re the experts though. I keep forgetting my place.”

“You’re not bound to a place. You’re a person, not a pet.”

There’s a slight swift in your expression. He doesn’t look— doesn’t dare, really, his demeanor is all too bothering— but your whole body relaxes, as if dead weight just fell off your chest.

“It’s been a long day but at least you got the sample, right? A silver lining?”

Egon looks at you. He’s met with a smirk but— heck, it must be the adrenaline residue or some unusual distress (he’s gotten considerably better at reading your emotions as of late)— he can’t interpret whether you’re being honest or sarcastic. Thin ice. Better make sure.

“Um. Was it wrong of me?”

“Silly”, you let out a laugh. “Not at all. I’m glad, as stupid as it sounds.”

He shivers but manages a smile. It’s chemistry or biology, one of the two. Ridiculous.

Both of you fall into comfortable silence. He finishes patching you up, while you’re just sitting there, looking over the lab. Your neck is close. Breaths mingle. It’s soft and warm. He could stay like that for the rest of the evening but there’s only so much proximity he can go away with (or handle) at once so he leans back.

“That’s all. Keep it dry. Clean in again before you go to bed.”

“Thanks. I’ll go put your jumpsuits in the laundry.”

“Yes.”

He raises from the chair but feels a grasp on his hand. He looks at you and freezes. You seem to purposefully avoid his gaze but dare to lift his fingers to your lips in a gentle motion. He’s not prepared for this. His mind is blank. He—

“No. I mean it”, you press your cheek into his knuckles, eyes squeezed shut. “Thank you for taking care of me, Egon. I owe you again. At this rate, I’d better start paying it off or I’m going to be in debt for a long time, huh?”

No, he wants to say. You owe me nothing, but he can’t utter a word so he watches you stand up, offer a smile and leave, snugly wrapped in his sweater.

There are some noises upstairs. They’re foggy. Later, he’ll be pretty sure Ray called his name at some point but the only thing he registers tonight is loud white noise, an ache in his ribs and warmth in his temple. He carries it to the kitchen, where he eats eggs for supper— then bathroom, where he takes a long shower— then his bed when he goes to sleep. He leaves his flip- flops on the floor but the feeling slides with him under the covers.

It’s late. It should go away, dissipate, but it doesn’t. He counts sheep, tries meditating and stretches every breath to ridiculous extends. It doesn’t help though: it’s still there, strong, unrelenting, it keeps him awake for at least two more hours.

He’s not stupid. He recognizes the symptoms.

He just doesn’t recall struggling with them so damn much.

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For those who have already read it: SORRY for posting it again, I just wanted to make it easier for people who exclusively use Tumblr to get to know this piece of fanfiction ;__; Have a great day, thanks for putting up with my antics, I LOVE YOU ALL

[spenglerssweetheart]

Lovin’ Mama

Pairing: Winston Zeddemore x Fem! Reader.

Description: Being married to a ghostbuster is one thing, Though, having another person ruin your surprise is a whole ‘nother. Maybe it’s not so bad after all.

Warnings: Slight language, pregnant reader, Peter being a major ass, slight ooc characters. (If I miss anything let me know)

“Janine!?” Y/n yelled out from upstairs, asking for the redhead who stood rather quickly to go help her friend. “I’m sorry Janine, but are the guys back yet?” She asked as Janine had began to help her down the stairs. “No Y/n, they haven’t gotten back yet, did you need anything?” “Well Egon is out of sweets and that’s the only things these two want” She said pointing at her large belly. Before realizing what she had said, she covered her mouth as Janine had stared with wide eyes. “Oh Y/n Your having twins! That’s amazing!” Janine exclaimed as Louis came walking into the main area where the two were.

“Who’s having Twins?” He asked as he looked through other papers he had in his hands. Janine quickly realized her mistake before she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. “Did I say someone was having twins?” Janine asked with a huff as Y/n laughed to herself quietly. “Oh hi Y/n, I didn’t see you there” Louis greeted with a wave before turning back to Janine. I just wanted to know if we were good for lunch again is all?” He asked the red head who nodded with a gentle smile on her face.

Before Y/n could continue to tease Janine, the main doors were being pulled open by Egon and Ray, Winston having been driving. As he pulled the car in and parked, he took out a cigarette and lit it before stepping out of the ecto-1. “Looks like they’re here” Janine mumbled as she went back behind the small desk she was always at.

As the guys came out, Y/n stood and watched, her hand on her lower back to support herself as she held onto the railing of the staircase. As Peter walked passed he grinned at Y/n, only to begin to say something. “Keep walking Venkman.” Y/n hummed, waiting for Winston to finish up what he was doing.

As Winston Quickly helped way with the traps, as he passed Y/n he pecked her cheek before going down to clean them, coming back up rather quickly. Coming up behind Y/n, his hands trailed around her belly as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Leaning into it, she smiled before pulling away to face him. “We need to talk, but you need to shower.” She grinned as he looked down at her, before she pulled away to go back up the stairs where she could rest once more. Winston was quick to help her back up the stairs, seeing how she was already having trouble walking. And by that, she was waddling.

Once they both made it up the stairs, Winston was quick to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Go shower, your gonna get slime all over me” Y/n urged as she turned away from him. With a roll of his eyes, Winston uttered a small Fine before he headed to the showers.

As Y/n watched him walk off, she went to the kitchen where she knew she would find Egon either making a cup of coffee or smacking something sweet. Entering, she found him there, waiting for his coffee before greeting Y/n with a small hello. “Egon, you’re out of sweets…But do you think you could hold on at least until tomorrow?” Y/n had said as she leant against the table, before deciding to move to the couch to sit, Egon helping her move each time.

“I should, I don’t see why not?” He responded, his eyebrow raising in curiosity as he wondered what Y/n had up her sleeve. “How are you and the baby?” Egon asked, Y/n only looking back at him with a happy smile before replying. “We’re great, though I hate how I am now waddling” She laughed softly, as she looked down at her stomach before sighing.

With a snort, Peter came up in clean clothes and damp hair. Y/n laid down on the couch so that Peter wouldn’t bother her and Egon simply turned back to his coffee. “Venkman whatever bullshit you have today, can it wait for a day that I am not with child” “you mean children” he corrected quickly, having heard the news from Janine. Sitting up as quick as she could, which wasn’t really quick, she looked at him with wide eyes.

“How do you know that?” She asked as he leant against the wall, a smug smirk on his face. “Janine spilled, she’s not so great under pressure” He boasted as Y/n closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, Egon taking that as his cue to leave. Muttering something under her breath, Y/n put her head in her hands as Peter watched smugly. “I’m sorry what was that sweetheart”

“Peter Elizabeth Venkman, you are very lucky I will not murder you in your sleep with your own proton pack” Y/n shouted, a glare on her face as she watched him stand, crossing his arms in fake hurt. “You want to hurt me? I’m wounded Y/n, so very wounded.” Shortly after he quieted down, Winston and Ray came up, seeing that Y/n was standing once more, slipping her shoes on as she kept her glare on Peter. “What did you do?” Winston asked as Y/n put her face in her hands in frustration, knowing Peter was going to tell.

In all honesty, she had wanted it to be a surprise, she wanted to bake all kinds of things for them, but now that was about to be ruined. “Oh I just found out from Janine that a certain someone is having twins” Peter repeated, Ray becoming happier at the news while Winston stared at Y/n in shock. The room became silent, Making Y/n more nervous, so nervous, small sobs were heard coming from her.

The three became surprised at her reaction to this, leading to Ray pulling Peter out of the room by his arm, who was very shocked at how she was being. Winston watched the two leave with a nod before pulling Y/n back to the couch, pulling her close as he rubbed her arms. Winston wasn’t upset or anything, he was just confused as to why she didn’t tell any sooner.

“Y/n sweetheart, I’m not upset, Just- Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Winston asked as he rubbed her arm comfortingly. “I just- I found out today, and I wanted to surprise- you guys tomorrow” She explained through broken sobs. “That’s literally- why I wanted to talk to you” She added, leaning into him some more. He nodded against her head as he kissed her head gently.

After a bit, Y/n had calmed down, sort of just staring into space as she sat against her husband who was running his fingers over hers, specifically her ring finger. “You Know I didn’t think I would be ready to have kids after the whole ordeal with Vigo” Winston started, Looking down at Y/n who had now turned to face him. “Yeah? You seemed really eager when you found out I was pregnant” Y/n said softly, Winston only grinning at his wife. “I never thought I would have gotten married to such an outstanding woman, who is also going to have my boys” “ah ah, Girls”

“They’ll look just like you” Winston grinned as he pecked her forehead. “And they’ll have a lovin’ mama there to take care of em’” Winston added, now pecking her lips, making her grin. Y/n leant up to peck his lips once more before she stood once more, Winston helping her. “Where are you going now?” “To go strangle Peter and his loud mouth” “May I join you Mrs. Zeddemore?” “You may” She smiled softly as Winston quickly got up to join her, holding her hand and belly in the process.

I did it!! I got something else out!!. I hope you lovelies enjoyed this as much as I did, I originally wanted this to be a cute and cuddly thing but switched it the moment I realized I could add some drama. I honestly would’ve hated if someone went and ruined my surprise like that, but we all have different ways of dealing. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and have a wonderful morning/afternoon or evening whenever you see this. I love you! <3

[forthemasses1789]

Warm Baths- Ray Stantz x Reader

Request from Anon-Hello, lovely !! Hope you're doing amazing ! And if you're not too busy, I have request for you. Could you do a cute little story where the reader takes a bath with ray <33 Maybe with a little bit of smut but thats entirely up to you ! Thank you!! 💕💕

Summary- A long-needed break from busting up some ghosts is finally taken by Ray and (Y/N), with a week left to do what they please, they decide to spend a week at (Y/N)'s sister's house. Long-awaited affection between the two is finally given, fluff and a sprinkle of spice ensue!

Word Count- 1.3k

It had been 6 months and 17 days since (Y/N) had taken a break that lasted longer than a day. For whatever reason, paranormal activity in New York was reaching very high levels, which meant that there really wasn't any time for a break. Along with the lack of breaks longer than 24 hours came lack of sleep, and proper nutrition, unfortunately, it also came with a lack of affection from their normally puppy-like boyfriend, Ray.

Both Ray and (Y/N) had been working around the clock, which meant that both were insanely slept deprivied and on edge, they simply didn't have the energy or time to fit in sleepy kisses in the morning, random cuddles from behind while cleaning down ECTO or any general couple things. So when (Y/N) had been called by their sister asking if they could come and house sit for a week while they went off on holiday it had seemed like all that work had been worth it.

After clearing it up with Peter and Winston, they packed their bags and headed off, although they were not spared from some not so PG comments from one Peter Venkman about what exactly they would get up to for the week they were away. The house itself was only around an hour and a half from HQ, however, the drive there made it feel closer to 3. Both Ray and (Y/N) agreed that they desperately needed sleep, and admittedly, some alone time together.

The house itself was very nice, well, as nice as a house that close to New York could be. By the time (Y/N) and Ray had arrived, (Y/N)'s sister had already left, which luckily wasn't a problem considering (Y/N) had a spare key to the house anyway. The first thing that they did when they walked in was flop quite unceremoniously on the bed, bags that had been stuffed with clothes, toiletries, and other things needed for a week away left abandoned at the foot of the bed.

Honestly, they laid there splayed out on the bed, simply holding hands and basking in each other's presence for about an hour. By the time the thought of having a bath even crossed their minds, it was about 6:30 meaning they had to figure out what in the hell they were going to do for dinner.

(Y/N) shuffled slightly on the bed, reluctantly removing their hand from Ray's and sitting up, prompting Ray to do the same. "We need to eat something before we go to bed" it seemed that the mention of food made Ray realize just how hungry he was. And the fact that they had absolutely no idea as to what the go was with the food.

Ray's soft voice filled the room as he got up off of the bed, offering his hand to (Y/N), "Shall we go investigate the food arrangements milady?" Wiggling his eyebrows, he bowed his head, hand still outstretched. (Y/N) giggled slightly, ducking their head and taking his hand before answering in a posh accent, "We shall my lord."

Luckily the fridge wasn't completely bare, and on further investigation, neither was the pantry. After some light-hearted arguments about the meal, mostly consisting of whether or not Ray even knew how to cook said meal, they settled on toasted sandwiches.

Dinner was nice, it felt right sitting together and just... being happy together. They both admitted at some point during dinner that they had missed just being together and talking without having to worry about the sudden screeching of an alarm signaling another haunting that needed to be dealt with.

Now that their stomachs were full, their minds began to drift back to the bathroom. It really didn't take that much convincing, considering how Ray looked like he was going to fall asleep at any given second. All it took was the sound of running water, the soft glow of lit candles under the door, and the sweet scent of the candles and bubble bath to draw him into the bathroom.

(Y/N) had already stripped off and was now submerged in the water, happily swirly their hands around in the water. The sight in front of Ray elicited a mutter of astonishment, everything seemed to slow down as he took in the scene in front of him.

The soft glow of the candles illuminated their face perfectly, highlighting their usually tense features that were now settled in a relaxed smile. The bubbles in the water came up just to their chest, however droplets of water and little bubbles lingered on their neck from when they got in the bath, or brushed their hand over their neck, shimmering slightly in the dimmed light of the candles.

Noting the other presence in the room, they looked up, smiling softly as Ray-not so subtly- checked them out. "Eyes up front soldier!" A shameless smile sat comfortably on their lips, the teasing tone in their voice making itself known. He chuckled, head dipping slightly at the action, before beginning to strip off himself. Seeing this, (Y/N) maneuvered themselves so there was space behind them in the bath, obviously inviting Ray to sit behind them.

It had been quite a while since either once had had a bath, let alone with each other. So when Ray almost slipped on his way into the bath and had to catch himself on (Y/N)'s shoulders, it took approximately 3 seconds for the couple to burst into laughter. In between laughs, Ray slid down, finally, into the warm water, slotting his legs on either side of (Y/N)'s body.

(Y/N) immediately responded, leaning back on his chest and bringing one hand up to wrap around the side of his neck. Ray sighed, burying his nose into the back of (Y/N)'s neck, "I've missed this.", the muffled words did not go unheard, in fact, they incited a response. A small smile graced (Y/N)'s lips, tugging Ray's head out from their neck, they turned to him, looking into his big brown eyes.

"I've missed you." They leaned in for a kiss, one which was met with the same passion, love, and hunger they had. It took a surprisingly short amount of time for the kiss to turn from 'sweet with a hint of spice' to 'damn okay, we doing this now?', but that didn't make either one of them want to stop, if anything it made the kiss deeper and hungrier.

(Y/N) reluctantly pulled away, although it wasn't for long, they sat up, turning around to straddle Ray's hips, beginning to gently rock themselves on his lap, immediately reinitiating the kiss once they were comfortable again. Ray's hands flew to their back, it was wet from the water but it meant that their body was enticingly warm.

The kiss was getting more heated, in the blur that was the passionate makeout sesh in the bath, Ray handed up with one hand on their hip (that was half in the water) and another knotted in their hair, using it that as a way to try and pull (Y/N) as close as possible. One of (Y/n)'s hands rested at the base of Ray's neck, stroking it gently as they continued to kiss.

The sheer need in the air was growing more and more obvious, a gentle tug of Ray's hair was all that was needed to send (Y/N)'s previously gentle rocking on Ray's lap, to a desperate search for much-needed friction.

Suddenly, (Y/N) stopped, face flushed and breathing heavily they proposed a question, "How about we take this to the very comfortable bed?" At which Ray had already begun stumbling out of the bathtub, the sounds of (Y/N)'s breathy laughter behind him.

For the first time in a long while, they felt relaxed, both of them. They didn't have to worry about waking up to the alarm of the Firehouse or the emptiness on the other side of their shared bed. They were happy. Even though (Y/N) would most definitely be walking into the Firehouse with a limp when they got back home.

A/N- Thank you so much for this request Anon, I hope that it met your expectations! I had fun writing it, as for the plethora of other requests I have received and works I'm doing currently, stay tuned. I plan on fulfilling another request soon! If you want to join my taglist, here is the link, my inbox is open, and I will be posting again soon. Even if you didn’t like the story, please let me know if you like my writing style or have any suggestions for getting better. My writing is not perfect, and I would love to be given the opportunity to advance my skills. Have a wonderful day!

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[ghostbusters-hq]

Workplace Distractions (Egon Spengler x Reader)

words: 1.3k

pairing: Egon Spengler x Gender Neutral Reader

summary:  Egon's been working a lot lately so you go to the firehouse to try and distract him for a while. (Established relationship, Egon trying to be a Good Boyfriend, lots of cute stuff!)

Janine was sitting at her desk, her chin resting on her hand with her eyes cast down at the magazine she was idly flicking through. At the sound of the front door opening, she glanced up.

“Oh, y/n!” she perked up when she saw you, lifting her glasses off her face.

“Hey Janine.” You said, pushing your hands into your jacket’s pockets as you approached her desk.

“What are you doing here, ain’t it your day off?” Janine asked.

“Yeah, I was bored at home. Figured I’d come see what everyone was up to.” You said, and turned to look at the empty space where ECTO-1 was normally parked. You nodded your head towards it and turned back to Janine. “The guys out on a job?”

She nodded.

“Just Ray and Winston.” She said.

“Oh right, nice.” You said, rocking back onto your heels and fidgeting with the few coins that were in one of your pockets. “So um, is-“

“Egon’s upstairs.” She said, giving you a knowing smile, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

By this point, everyone knew that you and Egon were...romantically involved. Not that you minded, of course. In fact, you were actually glad everyone knew, and they were all supportive so that was nice. You just always got a little sheepish whenever it was brought up, even though the two of you had ‘officially’ been going out for a few months now.

“Oh, o-okay! Thanks Janine.” You said, giving her a smile before heading for the stairs.

As expected, you found the elusive Dr. Spengler hunched over his workbench the other side of the room as you reached the top of the stairs. You smiled and headed across to him. He clocked your footsteps as you approached and lifted his head from his microscope, glancing over his shoulder.

“Oh, y/n. I thought you were off today?” he asked.

“Thought I’d come down and bother you instead.” You replied, sidling up to him and giving his arm a playful nudge. He gave you a small smile.

“Fine with me.”

You grinned and peered over his arm to see what was on the desk. “Whatcha working on?”

“Oh.” He said, turning his attention back to his work. “Just taking a closer look at the ectoplasm sample we got yesterday. Very interesting, it’s different to anything else we’ve ever seen...”

He continued talking and you stepped over to an empty part of the workbench and hopped up onto it as you listened to him.

“Sounds pretty cool!” you said, having not actually understood half of the scientific terms he’d used. It didn’t hinder your interest, though. You did genuinely love listening to him speak about his work. He seemed vaguely amused by your summarisation.

“Yes, I’d say it was pretty cool.” He said.

His attention returned to his microscope, and you bit your lip as you watched him.

“So, um…” you said after a minute, breaking the silence. Egon didn’t look up from what he was doing, but you knew he was listening.

“I was thinking, maybe we could…go out for pizza later?” you asked, restlessly swinging your legs.

“I-If you’re not too busy, that is. It’s okay if you have work to finish.” You added quickly, not wanting to pressure him.

Egon looked up and you had your eyes cast down at your lap, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. He suddenly realised he had been working an awful lot lately and you had been incredibly patient with him – as you always were, and he never took your patience for granted.

“I’d love to.” He said, straightening up.

“Really? You’re sure you’re not too busy?” you asked.

Egon smiled and moved across to where you were sitting on the edge of his workbench, stepping forward to stand between your legs.

“I’m sure I can make some time for you.” He said quietly, letting his hands rest on your waist.

You met those big brown eyes of his and felt yourself blushing up to your ears with how close he was.

Egon famously despised most forms of physical contact. He didn’t like shaking hands with people, never mind hugging them. So at the beginning of your relationship, it was mostly you initiating things – after you’d made sure he was comfortable with it, of course.

It had made you wonder if there really was any truth in Venkman’s teasing “40 year old virgin” comments, but you quickly learned that Egon was just self-conscious when it came to expressing himself physically. Despite not being sexually active during his younger years in college, he’d assured you that he had been with a handful of people through his adult life. You’d left it at that.

It made your heart swell knowing that he was comfortable enough with you to let his guard down a little now, even when you weren’t in private.

You couldn’t get any words out before he leaned down and kissed you, so gently that it was as if he were worried you might shatter under him. Your shoulders relaxed almost immediately, and you wound your arms around his middle, underneath his lab coat, feeling his warmth against your palms through his shirt.

Even sat on the workbench as you were, your height difference was still evident with the way you were stretching up to meet him. He pulled away (much too soon for your liking), and you were left gazing up at him, lips slightly parted. Egon smiled, lifting a hand to rest against your cheek, his thumb lightly grazing over the skin there.

“I like it when you blush.” He said, enjoying how you then blushed even harder at his comment.

“I-I…uh…” you stumbled over your words, mind still reeling from the kiss he’d just given you. “Shut up and kiss me again.”

He smirked and leaned down again, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly as he pressed his lips to yours. You could smell the hair gel he used, the smell of soap that still lingered on his skin from his shower that morning, and he tasted of coffee and candy bars (yeah, he really needed to cut down on those things). There was also something else that you couldn’t describe that was overloading your senses – something that was just uniquely Egon. You loved it, and you wanted more.

“Whoah, hey!”

The incredibly enjoyable moment you’d been having was abruptly halted by Venkman’s voice coming from the top of the stairs. You immediately yanked your head back and poked your head out from behind Egon to see him approaching, shaking his head.

“Please, no frolicking in the workplace, kids.” He said. At this point, Egon seemed immune to Peter’s teasing comments, but the fact you’d been caught in the act still got you all sheepish.

“Hello, Peter.” Egon said with a small smile, stepping away from you just slightly. “Did you need something?”

“Forgot my wallet. Ah! There it is.”

By chance, it was lying just beside you on the workbench and he reached over to grab it, then pushed it into his jacket pocket.

“Now, I’m going to meet Dana. Don’t you two lovebirds go havin’ too much fun now, you hear?” he said, giving you a wink before he turned to make his way back to the stairs.

“Mmhmm. Bye Pete.” You said. “Say hi to Dana for us.”

“Don’t forget to use protection!” he called as he descended the stairs. Your eyes widened at the comment, and you heard him chuckle before he went out of earshot.

You sighed and hopped off the workbench, letting out a small laugh. “I’m gonna hit him one day.”

“I think Janine might beat you to it.” Egon said, looking down at you. “But how about we get that pizza first?”

You grinned and nodded, suddenly overly aware of how hungry you were. “Good plan.”