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toriisasimp · 14 days

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MY SPENGLER HEART IS SO FULL 😭

This was originally a reblog on one of @phoebeejeebies posts but I'm still internally screaming about it so you can now suffer with us! (if you want more context go read theirs first)

OK! I NEED TO RANT BECAUSE BRAIN ROT OF THIS SCENE AND THE IMPLICATIONS HAVE NOT GONE AWAY SINCE I LEFT THE THEATER!

Phoebe takes the chess set with her, knowing no one will be there because it's night time. She does all of this as if it is a routine she does once a week. It doesn't feel like a spur of the moment decision. This is something she has done multiple times since moving to New York.

Now we do need to mention, she is a fifteen year old alone in New York City at night in a park. That is a really stupid thing to do alone in any city at night no matter your age. The repetitive nature with which she does this suggests to me that she isn't worried about this because she knows that she isn't alone.

I have yet to listen to the soundtrack for GFE, but I have an ear for music cues and reprises (Infinity War and Endgame were music goldmines for me and I remember losing my mind at the music choices in the theater, so much so that my silent nerding out annoyed my dad). Somehow, without knowing that the reused the first bit of Chess, I recognized what the tune implied along with Phoebe's actions.

I don't remember who plays first, but when the other chess piece moves, she looks around as if she's looking for someone. Again! Keep in mind, this is a weekly occurrence. She isn't confused because she's playing chess with a ghost, she's confused because Egon has yet to materialize.

When Melody materializes, Phoebe is disappointed that it isn't him. You can see it in her face. This is something sacred that she does with her grandfather once a week. Something her family doesn't know about. Ok, maybe Trevor knows.

If Egon did/does actually come back to visit, you can't tell me he only spent time with Phoebe. He literally helped Trevor fix the Ecto in GA, he was supervising Trev the entire time. There's even a small moment when the Ecto is going through the field that you can see the silhouette of another person in the car through the back windshield. I highly doubt Egon would let his grandson do something so reckless unsupervised. (Yes this was probably a camera man or a member of the stunt crew or something, but if it were, wouldn't they have removed it?)

After being benched, Phoebe needs someone to talk to, someone who will understand, and he isn't there. Instead, there's this ghost of some girl that's on fire and, oh, she's kinda cute...

NOW! IF this is something Phoebe and Egon do regularly (as is implied), why isn't he there?

I think, he heard about Garraka down some spiritual grape vine and knows that the ice age personified can control other spirits, or maybe he read something about it during self imposed watch duty in Summerville. The only reason Melody isn't being controlled like a puppet is because she made a deal with Garraka. Egon would know how dangerous being around the orb is.

These are his friends we're talking about. This is his family.! He left to protect them by standing on the front line when no one else would. They are his world at this point. If his being there even as a ghost is what will put them in danger, then he is going to stay the fuck away if it will keep them safe.

The night after everything has thawed, I'd like to think that Phoebe went out at night and went back to the park without the chess set. He was waiting for here there, ready to comfort her in the way he couldn't a few days before.

*takes a deep breath, then screams* AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#frozen empire #phoebe spengler #ghostbusters frozen empire #ghostbusting #egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters afterlife #egon my beloved

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toriisasimp · 15 days

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Chapter 4 of ?: Don't Get Caught

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader mini-series!

Prompt: Your suit has arrived! Everyone is so thrilled to see you as an official member of the team, especially Egon. He is anxious to show you how he feels.. and later formulates the perfect plan to get you alone.

Warnings: SMUT AHEAD! Other than that, nothing!

A/N: Egon in this chapter got me blushiiiiin. Y'all are not ready. Or maybe, if you're a sexually frustrated young adult like me, you are! Minors DNI. Enjoy!

That evening, Janine decided to surprise you with your suit- a smaller khaki jumpsuit, and your embroidered name tag. The sight of it hanging up made you grin, giggle, and jump around for a few seconds before you got ahold of yourself.

You now stood inside the sleeping quarters, with the door shut. You zipped up the suit and stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror for a moment, letting out a sharp exhale as you smoothed the fabric over your legs.

Your boots clambered on the wood floor as you approached the bedroom door, giving it a gentle knock.

“You guys ready?”

Peter, Ray, Winston, Janine and Egon were all seated outside of the room- awaiting the reveal of your suit. Janine wanted to see it on to make sure it fit, and thought the guys might want to see it as well.

“Come on out, potato sack!” Peter whooped.

“It does not look like a potato sack, Pete.” Winston nudged him. “..On her, at least. Now, on you..”

“Oh, shut it, Zeddemo-“ Peter was quickly cut off by the door opening and you stepping out. In your combat boots, belt, and jumpsuit- you truly looked the part. You nervously smiled and smoothed out the fabric again.

“Does it look okay?” It was then that you assessed everyone’s reactions.

Winston and Ray were smiling proudly, both nodding in agreement.

Peter whistled, looking you up and down.

And Egon.. well, Egon was bright red, his hands clasped in front of him.

Before you could say much else, Janine walked over, adjusting the collar. “It’s not too big here, is it hun?” She tugged on the sleeves.

“Oh, no no. It fits like a glove.” You say with a smile, and she raises her hand to pat your cheek. “Good. You look great.” She then steps off to head back downstairs.

Winston gave you a polite and approving nod before stepping away, Ray coming up to pat your shoulder and compliment how well you looked.

“Got anything on under there, princess..?” Peter chuckles and approaches you, and you put a hand up, blocking him.

“Shut up, Peter. You’re gross.”

“I’m just being honest!”

You roll your eyes and he blows you a kiss before moving around you to step into the bedroom.

Your eyes fall to Egon, who is staring back at you. Hungrier, this time. Less bashful.

A small smirk plays on your lips as he begins to B-line towards you, and you take a few steps back, before he grabs ahold of your wrist and tugs you into a storage closet behind you.

The door shuts and its pitch black, but you feel his hands run over your waist, down your thighs, his face finding its place in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses and marks there.

You breathily giggle, your head falling back as your fingers run through his curls, messing them up.

“Egon-“ You breathe out.

“Look at you.” He murmurs, muffled by his face being buried, and you lift his head, holding both sides of his face and looking him in the eyes.

“I know.” You whisper, before he smashes his lips against yours, hands wandering desperately- soft pants and whines leaving you as he feels you up, your hands find their spot on the collar of his shirt.

“Not here, we-“ You giggle. “Could get caught..” He kisses you consistently, and you only have moments to speak when you pull away to breathe.

He pulls away, your noses brushing as he speaks lowly. “Does it look like I care?”

His sentences makes your heart flutter and you feel like your skin is buzzing.

“They could walk in.”

Egon huffs. He doesn’t lean back in, but keeps his hands on you.

“We..” One of his hands lowers, resting on your inner thigh. You hold your breath. His lips are right at your ear. “..Are not done here.”

You playfully shove him off and laugh, re-zipping up your suit after he somehow managed to get it halfway undone. “You're so gross.” You laugh.

“I simply want to please my woman.” He says with a wink, before gripping the handle of the door and swinging it open to step out, leaving you breathless.

The sentence he left you with makes you blush, and you look down, shuffling in your boots for a moment before stepping out after him. Thankfully, nobody was nearby.

The rest of the day, the two of you are eyeing each other, trying to remain casual around the others. You were just wondering when he was going to pounce.

That night, you’re laying in bed, and he’s in his- you can tell by the breathing you hear behind you. The tension could be cut with a knife. But eventually, you both doze off.. dreaming of.. things.

The next day was a normal work day, taking a few calls around town with Ray. You returned back to Egon that evening with a sample of some more slime, and you took note at how swiftly the other guys left.

Holding the small tub of slime, you watch as Ray and Peter swiftly pack up their things for the night and head for the stairs.

“Hey, where are you guys heading off to so quickly? I was thinking we could order in-“

“Ah, I promised Dana I’d stay home with Oscar while she went out with some friends-“ Peter excused himself.

“.. And I’ve got.. things.” Ray waved a hand around, making you furrow your brows. “Goodnight, kid!” Ray said as the sound of the front door shutting could be heard.

“What the hell?” You murmured, turning around slowly and seeing Egon at the workbench next to the microscope.

“Bring that over here, please.” Egon spoke up, engrossed in tending to one of his many spores.

You huffed and walked over, doing the procedure of putting some of the slime on a slide and putting it under the microscope. “Any clue what that was all about?” You ask, before leaning over to look into the microscope.

Egon shrugged, eyes flickering over to you looking at the slime. He wrapped up his work on the spore, before moving to stand behind you, arms coming around on either side of you to adjust the knobs to make the picture more clear.

“Better?” He asks softly, and you reply with a silent nod.

As you’re examining the slime, mumbling some random observations and information about it and how you got it, you feel Egon’s presence remain behind you, and his hands move from the knobs to rest gently on your waist.

Your talking slows for a brief moment, perhaps he’s just moving around you, you think. But no, his touch doesn’t falter.

“Keep talking.” He speaks slowly, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. Your breath catches in your throat as he pressed his front flush against your backside, making one of your hands brace against the edge of the workbench.

You obey his direction, continuing your explanation of the slime. You hear the tub of slime next to you gurgle, but you can’t see it because you’re still focused on the microscope.

You shiver as his fingers tease the skin right under the hem of your shirt, and you finally raise your head from the microscope.

“Egon-“ You whisper, straightening up enough for your back to be pressed against his chest. He takes the opportunity to walk you both forward a few steps, caging you in between him and the workbench.

The slime reacts, gurgling and bubbling again.

You then notice his lab coat has been abandoned, and his button up sleeves have been rolled up as his arms move to wrap around you, his face burying in your neck.

“Was this your plan all along? Get the boys out so you could-“ You breathe out a laugh, one of your hands lifting to tangle in his curls.

“You said you didn’t want to get caught, right?” He asks, voice muffled slightly as he pressed kisses to your neck and jawline. “Now, I can finally touch you..” His voice trails off as his hands move to lift your shirt slightly, running over the skin of your stomach. Your knuckles turn white against the workbench, and you swallow hard to keep down a whine.

As his hands trace over the waistband of your jeans, your hips buck accidentally, and a barely audible whine forms at the back of your throat, and you can hear him chuckle lowly behind you. The slime bubbles.

“You’ve been thinking the same thing too, haven’t you?”

All you can do is take a heavy breath, and you feel your senses heighten as he unbuttons your jeans, and smoothly slides a hand in.. lowering down to tease a hand between your folds.

Your jaw drops, head dropping forward and hand flying to hold his wrist. He follows your movements, keeping his chest flush against your back, lips by your ear. “There she is..” He murmurs.

A soft moan finally escapes you, as he begins to circle your clit- and you swear you can hear him moan along with you.. feeling something pressing against your backside. Christ.

The slime bubbles so much it begins to overflow, onto the workbench surface.

Your head tilts back, resting against his shoulder as your fingers keep hold on his curls, the other on his wrist. “Right there-“ You bite your lip.

“There?” He intentionally moves away from the spot that had you shaking.

“No-“ You whine, and it brings a chuckle out of him. He finally moves his fingers back to the spot and slips them in, beginning to pump them in and out.

“Egon-!” You moan out his name, and it’s like music to his ears. His cheeks are flushed, and he can feel himself harden against you as he gets you off.

“You’re close, I can feel it.” He whispers against your ear; and it makes you shiver, hand tightening around his wrist. After a few more pumps of his fingers and kisses on your neck, your climax washed over you, making your head fall forward again, hand slipping away from his wrist to brace against the counter. The slime container had tipped over, spilled all over the workbench. You whisper out his name a final time, chest rising and falling quickly as you catch your breath.

“Good, very good..” He murmurs, removing his hand from your pants and fixing them back up. “Very good results..”

What you don’t see is him licking your juices clean off his fingers, and adjusting his own pants before his arms wrap around you from behind, more gentle this time.

“Conducted another experiment there, Doctor Spengler..?” You ask hazily.

“Mm.. or perhaps I just wanted to finish what I started.”

You snort. “Yeah- that’s for sure.” Your eyes flutter shut, turning in his arms to wrap yours around his neck, and rest your head on his chest.

He laughs along with you, you can feel the vibration of his chest. “You should go lay down. I’ll order us food.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and swaying gently.

“Mm.. Chinese?”

“I was thinking Thai.”

“Or maybe Mexican?” You glance up at him, and see him smiling down at you.

“Mexican it is.”

You nod at your agreement, and step away to shuffle off to the bedroom, to change into something more comfortable.

The evening concluded with a feast of Mexican between the two of you, winding down with some sudoku (that Egon aced, and took you half an hour to finish one page), and both of you eventually went to bed.. sharing the bed for the night since the other occupants had went home.

He curled up behind you, falling fast asleep. You made sure to take off his glasses for him and set them on the bedside table, since he always forgot.

You felt sleep tug you under, as you felt safe in the arms of your favorite scientist.

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire #egon my beloved #peter venkman #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #fanfic #self ship #smut

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toriisasimp · 15 days

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chapter 5 is in the works.. chapter 4 will be published tonight!

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire #egon my beloved #peter venkman #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #fanfic #self ship #x reader

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toriisasimp · 15 days

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Hi!! I’ve been reading your egon x reader mini series and it’s so cute!

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭 I’m so glad you like it. Next chapter is coming soon!! It’ll be a fun one 🤭🔥🌶️

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toriisasimp · 16 days

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Chapter 3 of ?: Crunch Bar

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader mini series!

Chapter 2: https://www.tumblr.com/toriisasimp/747191124399210496/chapter-2-of-unwelcome-guests?source=share

Chapter 1: https://www.tumblr.com/toriisasimp/747108978172018688/chapter-1-of-just-ask?source=share

Prompt: You and Egon are caught red handed the morning after the gala! After recalling the events of the night before, you begin looking into exactly what caused the inflammation of ghosts the night before.

Warnings: None! Some Egon fluff then Gozer infodump later. I tried my hardest.

A/N: A short chapter! I was going to write some more, but I liked it the way it was. Enjoy!!

“Aww, look at them.”

You stir, and are brought to consciousness by the sound of shuffling and the click of a polaroid camera.

Your eyes squint open, and you are greeted by Ray and Peter, who are standing over your bed. You grumble, and begin to move- before you notice the pair of arms wrapped around you from behind.

Craning your head just enough to look behind you, you spot a sleeping Egon- glasses abandoned on the bedside table. Still in his parts of his tux from the night before- the white button down with rolled up sleeves and the top two buttons undone, his black slacks and black dress socks. He looks ethereal curled up next to you, the blanket only covering some of his legs. Most of it was over you, keeping you warm.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Peter greets, and looks down at you with a grin that makes you want to slap him. Ray is holding a polaroid camera in one hand, the other flicking around a photo that was developing.. And you assumed it was one of the two of you.

“Fuck off, Venkman.” You grumble tiredly, shifting slightly in the bed. You feel Egon’s arms tighten around you, and he stirs slightly as well.

“Listen to the woman, Pete. Both of you, scram.” Egon mumbles groggily, pulling you back down to rest back against his chest. His eyes remain shut, and you feel his thumb rub circles under the blanket over the soft skin of your bare stomach. You noticed you were only in a t-shirt, one of Egon’s black undershirts that he usually wore under his uniform.

“Sorry, you guys are just so adorable.” Ray shrugs.

“That’s great to hear, Ray. Now please, get out.” Egon shoos them out, the only sign of his consciousness being his voice. Your eyes flutter shut, and you hear two sets of footsteps shuffle out of the room, and the door shut quietly behind them.

“Sorry about them.” Egon murmurs into your hair.

“..’s alright.” You whisper, your hands moving to rest over his that were around your waist. As you lay there, awake but still- you try to recall the moments of the night before.

After you returned home from the gala, you made your way up to bed. A strike of interest shot through you, and you smirked to yourself as you abandoned your own dresser to wander over to Egon’s, glancing side to side before you opened the second drawer, where he kept his undershirts- and snatched one out, pulling it over your head. You shut the drawer and made sure everything was in its place, before you sunk into bed, feeling exhausted from the night’s events.

You heard the boys downstairs, talking and walking around as they cleaned up for the night. Ray, Peter and Egon all came into the bedroom, doing their best to try and be as quiet as possible so they didn’t bother you. Your heart fluttered at the thought that the three of them were trying not to wake you.

You eventually dozed off, and so did they. It was later in the night when you felt some rustling beside you, and you woke up and came to the realization that Egon was up from his bed, and was gently sliding into yours, settling beside you.

Your heart raced for just a moment, until you felt his arms sneak around your waist, his warm chest pressed against your back. His lips found the top of your head for a moment, and he murmured something before settling still.

Fast forward to later that morning, and you and Egon were both up. He was looking into some slime he collected from the ghosts they busted the night before, and you were doing some research on why those ghosts vaporized in the first place. What Egon didn’t know is that you had been sneaking around a Crunch bar all morning, trying to find the right moment to surprise him with it. You had been out of them for a couple of weeks, and Egon had been devastated by the lack of sugar in the fire house.

Sitting with a book and notepad in front of you, you glance up to see his back facing you, looking rather focused on his work.

“Pssst.” You whisper, trying to get his attention. “Spengler.” Egon turns his head. “What is it?” “I have a surprise.”

Egon tilts his head, furrowing his brows. “A surprise?” “Yes, a surprise. Come here.” You wiggle your finger to motion him to come closer, and with a soft sigh he obeys, striding around the work bench to stand next to the swivel chair you were in, and you turn to face him.

With no warning, you slip the Crunch bar out of your pocket and extend it towards him. You can see his eyes light up as he looks from you down to the candy bar, a small grin playing at his lips. “I thought we were out.” He states, reaching to take the Crunch bar.

“We are, and I was planning on sneaking this to you last night, but we were a bit occupied.” You state with a soft snort, and Egon laughs. “How nice of you. Thank you.” He smiles down at you, sliding the candy bar into his front pant pocket before he leans down to press a brief kiss to your forehead, before turning and walking around to go back to his work.

“I think I’ve figured out why those ghosts were vaporized, at the time of the gala.” You state, flipping through your notes. “Oh?” He turns to face you from across the table.

“Yeah. I’ve read up on all the information I could find about the Gozer exhibit, and it turns out there’s rumors of a Gozerian cult that meets in the exhibit hall. Summoning ghosts and the likes, chanting, trying to rebuild Gozer. Like, from the ground up.” “They’re trying to rebuild a god?” “Apparently. Or at least make something that is similar to him. Still gives me the creeps, I mean, people that worship a dead god.” You shiver slightly, turning the notepad around and sliding it across the workbench for him to take a look. He flips through, humming and mumbling a few “Interesting”s, before he returns the notes back to you.

“I suggest we inform Ray. We could go take a look at the exhibit, see if there’s any evidence of their meetings. That being said, it would be wise to find out when they meet first.” You nod. “My thoughts exactly. We shouldn’t intrude on them until we know exactly what it is they do.” You glance down at the book, pointing to a paragraph.

“It says here they conduct lots of rituals, commit lots of kidnappings and public disturbances, and the only reason they haven’t been dealt with by the authorities is, well.. Nobody has caught them.” “A disappearing Gozerian cult that likes to kidnap people and summon ghosts. How lovely.” Egon folds his arms, and you snicker. “Just another day at work, eh? Hey Stantz!” You call Ray up to brief him on the discovery.

#egon spengler #ghostbusters #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire #peter venkman #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #egon my beloved #fanfic #self ship #fluff

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toriisasimp · 17 days

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Some Spengler headcanons I came up with at 3:00 AM last night.

Some NSFW ones at the end, just fair warning:

Also these are my head cannons considering only the first two films as canon:

And trust me they’ll be more where this came from:

Headcanons

Doesn’t drink alcohol

Never has quite gotten used to using the fire pole

Likes to look at toys in stores and will fiddle with them curiously if given to him

If he ever became a parent he would absolutely go overboard buying the kid toys (as much for himself as for the kid)

Doesn’t like touching strangers, avoids handshakes

Only child. Come on, just look at him.

Really enjoys music and keeps up to date with current artists and songs, just not outgoing about it.

Is guilty of trying samples of his mold, spores and fungus, as a treat

Definitely autistic just undiagnosed in his time

Low contact with parents

Did not have a lot of friends as a child. Many parents actively kept their kids away from him

He hates baths. This is random I know. It’s just the vibe.

Couple headcanons

Enjoys brushing his girlfriend's hair.

The first time he brings his girlfriend to his apartment he probably spends like two-three hours showing her and explaining his collection of mold, spores and fungus.

Kind of obvious but museum dates are an absolute must with him.

Generally a good listener.

Would take a while to warm up to physical touch but after he does he loves it.

Not very touchy in public. He wouldn’t want to hold his girlfriend's hand walking down the street. But he is touchy in private.

Would make a lot of sly dirty jokes towards his girlfriend. Usually science jargon. The kind that make your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

Has a bad jealousy streak / becomes jealous easily. Stems from insecurity.

Does not personally want kids but would be willing to have them if his girlfriend / wife wanted to or would be step up if an accident happened

NSFW headcanons

He’s not very hairy

Boob man all the way

Has a very average libido but goes through periods where he wants it more often, usually simultaneous with periods of him being busier or more active at work

Usually the initiator

Would like doctor roleplay

Would like his girlfriend on top

Definitely a “fuck out his work stress” guy. Whenever he’s frustrated or stressed by work, being intimate helps him relax and clear his mind

He’s easy to get excited

Would love kissing his girlfriend's neck / shoulders / clavicle

He doesn’t sweat a lot during sex

#ghostbusters #egon my beloved #egon spengler #ghostbuster #ghostbusters egon #egon #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire

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Feeling Better?

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader One Shot

Prompt: Healing from an injury caused by a failed bust is never fun. Until Egon volunteers himself to watch over you and make sure you’re getting the correct treatment. And he wants to help you feel better.. in more ways than one.

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!! Minors DNI. Egon takes care of the reader. 😉

A/N: DEEP BREATHS DEEP BREATHS It’s canon to me that Egon uses good girl and there’s nothing you can do about it. I am a menace to society. 🤭

The clock ticked to 11 PM on the dot, as you stood at the bathroom sink, trying to reach around your bare torso to apply some healing gel to the burns that were spread across your back.

The burns had been caused by a Class 6 full roaming vapor colliding with your proton pack-less back, tearing up your uniform and digging into your skin as well. The burns were intense, and the team was up the whole rest of the night making sure you were stable.

Since you had been discharged, Egon put himself in charge of the rest of your healing. He made sure to remind you to put on the ointment every night, and apply cooling cloths to your back every other night.

He also had to remind you to sleep topless, so your skin could air out.

It had been about a week since the accident, and it wasn’t entirely impossible to apply the gel by yourself- but tonight was particularly tough. You decided to call in some backup.

“Spengler!” You hollered out the bathroom door, to Egon, who was in the lab.

“Yes?” His voice echoed through the bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Can you come here for a sec?” You yelled again.

Without a response, you heard some shuffling grow closer, and Egon appeared in the doorway. He had shed his sweater vest and tie, and was in his usual white button down and slacks. He was also just in socks, and the realization made you smile.

“What do you need?” He asked before he could lock eyes with you, but even before that his eyes briefly scanned your appearance. You were in sweatpants, and just a bra- and it was only then that you realized he had never seen you without a shirt on. He cleared his throat.

“Can you help? For some reason I just can’t reach-“ You couldn’t even finish the question before he was unbuttoning and rolling up his sleeves, nodding his head towards the bedroom.

“Come sit in here, bring the gel and a towel with you.”

You obliged, following after him. He sat in the middle of your bed, motioning to the space in front of him. With a sigh, you plopped down, passing the container of ointment gel and the towel over your shoulder. Your hair was already tied up, so it was out of the way.

As Egon set up behind you, you sighed- letting your back relax and slouch ever so slightly. You then felt his hand brush against the clasp of your bra.

“May I?” He asks softly, perhaps asking for permission to undo it. You nod silently, and he unclasps the bra smoothly, not removing it fully but letting the bands fall to the sides, so he had full access to your bare back.

You hear the squelch of the gel as he runs it over his hands, and then gently begins to spread it over the skin of your back, your shoulder blades, spine, and sides. You shiver, and although it isn’t painful- it causes a bit of discomfort against the healing burns.

“Sorry.” He murmurs softly, sensing your discomfort as you shift on the bed. He continues, one hand holding the container and the other painting the ointment over your back. You let out a sigh, your head dropping forward as your eyes shut, and you relax into the brief touch.

After your back is covered in the gel, you hear the container get screwed up, and he wipes his hands on the towel, before there’s a pause.

You assume he’s going to stand up and excuse himself back to the lab after completing the favor, but instead, you feel his hands on your biceps, easing you back to lean against his chest.

Of course, it takes you by surprise- your brows furrowing and your body clearly hesitating.

“Is it okay if I just-“ He pauses, and you glance over your shoulder to look at him. The soft light of the lamp beside the bed casts upon his face. “Hold you? I haven’t gotten to since the accident.”

Your heart twists in your chest, your brows knitting together as you nod. “Of course.” You say softly, and turn your head back forward and lean back into his touch, his arms naturally finding their way around your waist. His hips framed yours, his legs extended on either side of yours, and yours were bent slightly.

“Are you feeling well?” He asks softly, and you notice how his lips are right against your ear in this position.

You shrug gently. “I’m okay. It’s not exactly comfortable, but it’s not entirely painful either.” With a sigh, you explain how you’re feeling. You feel Egon nod. His hands gently stroke up and down the skin of your stomach.

“I see. Have you been taking the medicine the hospital prescribed you?”

You’re caught like a deer in the headlights, seething as you cringe. No, you haven’t.

Egon says your name lowly, like a warning- and he squeezes your hips slightly.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I just.. forget.” You put your hands up in surrender, trying to brush it off. Egon clearly isn’t taking it lightly.

“You’re not going to feel any more comfortable unless you take them.” He says firmly in your ear, and it makes you shiver.

“I know, I know..” You sound like a child who just got scolded. His fingertips are tracing over the skin just above your waistband, and your eyes are focused on it.

“I want to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible..” He murmurs, his fingers moving to tease just under the band of your sweatpants, making you let out a shaky exhale, looking down at what his hands are doing. And he’s watching too, just over your shoulder.

“Egon..” You whisper out his name, catching your lower lip between your teeth. His hands abandon your lower half, making you whimper weakly, but only for them to gently remove the rest of your bra, leaving your skin for be pinched by the cool air, and completely topless.

His hands run over the skin of your breasts, making you take a heavy breath- your head tilting to the side as your eyes screw shut.

You feel his lips press against your neck, just as one of his hands slide down to dip under your sweatpants, and tease your folds, making you softly moan as your eyes open to see his hands all over you, and your head falls back against his shoulder. He takes this as an invitation to tease a finger at your entrance, slipping it in gently as the other hand runs over the skin of your breast and your nipple.

“Egon-“ You breathe out, and a gasp gets caught in your throat as he slips his finger in fully, beginning to slowly pump in and out. “Fuck-“ You curse, and he lowly hums in your ear.

“How are you feeling now?” He asks teasingly. “Comfortable?” Before pressing another kiss to your collarbone.

“I- yes, just- don’t stop-“ You pant out, and moan as he slips in another finger, your hand flying to hold onto his wrist to make sure he doesn’t pull anything stupid, like stopping.

Your brows furrow as your back arches against his chest, as he spreads kisses against your jawline and neck still. His movements speed it, which causes more weak moans to leave your lips, hips slightly bucking against his hand.

“There you go.. fuck my fingers-“ He purrs into your ear.

And that is enough to send you over the edge rather quickly, one of your hands flying to cover your mouth as you shake in his hold, your orgasm washing over you as your legs try to close, but he holds them open with one hand, the other still fucking you through your climax.

It’s only when your hand tugs at his wrist that he pulls away, bringing his two fingers up to lick your juices clean, and then both arms settle around your waist again.

“Good girl.” He whispers softly to you, and you hum tiredly, turning your head enough to catch his lips in a gentle, slow kiss.

While your eyes are still shut, you feel the bed creak under you as you feel the blankets get pulled up to cover your lower and upper half, Egon’s arms still nestled around you and his head still resting on your shoulder.

“I love you.” He whispers, and sadly, you feel sleep pull you under just as you’re about to respond, and tell him that you love him too.

Hopefully the way you pull his arms tighter around and you nestle against him closer is enough of an answer.

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Chapter 2 of ?: Unwelcome Guests

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader Mini Series

Chapter I is here: https://www.tumblr.com/toriisasimp/747108978172018688/chapter-1-of-just-ask

Prompt: The night of the gala is here, and as the night goes on, you and Egon get a little closer.. but are soon interrupted by some.. unwelcome guests.

Warnings: None! Normal ghostbusters busting and fluff.

A/N: TEEHEE I PUT EGON IN A TUX HEHE they all clean up very nicely. Also reader has a cinematic badass moment. 🤭 Enjoy!! <3

A few nights of normal work had passed, and the gala finally rolled around. You had gone out dress shopping with a spring in your step, settling for a velvet number that hugged your curves. After taking almost over an hour to get ready, you headed over to the museum- and ended up being the first one of the group to arrive. You located your table, then headed to the bar.

Winston drove separately, and Peter, Ray and Egon arrived in the Ecto. Winston parked and walked up as the others were hopping out, Ray pausing to help Egon adjust his bowtie.

“You look great, Spengey.” He said with a smile, patting his shoulder.

Egon dipped his head in thanks to Ray, smiling before he turned and the four of them walked in.

Entering into the large room that the gala was taking place in, there were tables strategically placed around the room.. A large space in the middle that was used as a dance floor. A band was up on a mini stage in the back, and the bar was set up in the right corner. There were two sets of large double doors on either side of the makeshift stage, most likely leading to other exhibits.

“Oh! There she is.” Ray pipes up, and all four boys turn their heads in the direction of you, standing at the bar. You were facing them, but you were making polite conversation with the bartender, holding a cocktail.

Peter whistled, and Ray patted Egon’s shoulders.

“Go get ‘er, tiger.” He sent Egon in your direction, and it was only when your gaze absentmindedly moved around the room that you caught a glimpse of Egon, doing a double take as a small smile made its way onto your face, as he approached.

“Thought I was gonna get stood up by the four of you. Where are the guys?” You ask, sipping your cocktail as you notice his eyes drink you in, up and down, hands resting in his pant pockets.

“Somewhere else,” He says, and you look over his shoulder at just the right time, seeing the three of them huddled by a waiter with a food tray, all of them chewing and staring at the two of you like hawks.

“You look beautiful.” He adds, and it snaps you out of your thoughts- and makes your gaze move back to him, before it lowers quickly to the floor as heat rushes to your cheeks.

“Thank you.” You say softer than you intend, shifting slightly as warmth spreads through your chest. “You look great as well.” Your eyes lift back up to his, and you catch him matching your bashful expression. He simply nods in thanks.

You both get caught in a dreamy moment, staring at each other before the bartender clears his throat.

“Would you like anything to drink, sir?” He asks in Egon’s direction.

“Oh, no thank you.” Egon shakes his head and puts his hands up in declination, and he turns his body away from the bar. “Would you like to dance?”

Your lips part in surprise.

“I thought you didn’t dance.” You perk a brow.

“I guess tonight is the night for making exceptions, then.” He murmurs, and you glance down and watch as he extends a hand in your direction.

You stare at it for a moment.. An invitation.

“Sure, why not?” You accept kindly, setting down your drink and taking his hand in yours. It’s warm, and encloses around yours.. It feels safe. He feels safe.

The two of you make your way to the dance floor, and pause when you’re a decent distance in, turning to face each other as he keeps hold of your hand, the other slipping around your waist as your other hand moves up his arm to rest on his shoulder, barely grazing his neck. You are.. rather close. But neither of you call any attention to it.

You and Egon both gently sway, and as the song goes on.. You begin to take notice at how much closer you were than when you started. You have to turn your head and look over his shoulder to keep from bumping noses, and you feel his hand has made its way further across your back, resting on the openly exposed skin there. His thumb is rubbing absentminded circles, and you take the opportunity to rest your head on his shoulder.

What you don’t see, in the distance, is Peter and Ray, at the table- shaking their fists in excitement and giving Egon some enthusiastic thumbs ups and grins. Egon, out of your sight, smiles and gives the most subtle nod to the boys.

The music grows more tender, and the environment shifts into something more romantic. At some point during the next song, you notice you’re still dancing, and lift your head, looking up at him with a soft smile.

“There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” He states once he has your gaze again.

“Work or personal?” You reply with a snort.

He pauses for a moment, letting out a slow exhale. “Personal.” This makes you tilt your head. “Alright.”

“I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. I really do enjoy your company, and you.. You’ve brightened up my life… in the lab,”

He’s speaking so quietly, just for you to hear- and it makes your heart flutter. You’re smiling the entire time, and it almost makes you want to cry.

“You make me feel so safe,” You decide to pour out some of your own feelings, given the opportunity. “And.. happy. It makes me happy when you teach me new science-y things and let me help around the lab. I’m eager to learn more.”

“Well, could I teach you something right now?” He asks, and it catches you off guard.

“Here? On the.. Dance floor?” The thought makes you laugh. “It’s quite simple, I promise.” He says with a smile.

You nod in response.

“There is a type of brain chemical, called ‘Endorphins’. It helps people cope with pain and stress, it regulates other hormones and is said to help boost self esteem and your mood in general.”

You tilt your head, perking a brow. Where is he going with this?

“I’ve done a bit of research, seeing how best to increase your mood when we’re together. And I think I have a theory I’d like to test right now,” One of his hands lifts to brush against your cheek, tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

“Alright.” You whisper breathily, noticing how your faces are now mere inches apart.

He says your name, in such a way that makes you think you could fall over right there.

-Your moment of euphoria is cut off quickly by the sound of a woman’s scream, and both your heads turn in the direction of the source, and you see a set of the large double doors at the other side of the room fly open, and the spirit of what looks to be Samarian Tribal Soldier comes flying in, making the two of you duck as other guests begin to scream.. And the whole place goes ballistic.

Peter comes running over.

“Sorry to put a damper on your little moment, but I think we have some unwelcome guests. Ray’s pulling the car up.”

You nod, and both you and Egon spring into action. You, Peter, Egon and Winston rush out the front door to get a hold of your proton packs as quickly as you can.

“What’s a party without a little cleanup, eh, boys?” You pipe up with a grin.

“I’m not sure why they are here, we gave this museum a clean bill of health three years ago.”

“New people die every day, Ray.” Egon pipes up, slinging his proton pack over his tux. Peter, Ray and Winston do the same.

Refusing their help, you get your pack on over your dress.

“You gonna bust a ghost in heels, princess?” Peter asks challengingly.

“You gonna piss yourself this time, Venkman?” You shoot back, and you hear Ray and Winston go- “Ooooooooooooh!”

“Fair enough, fair enough.” He surrenders, while the five of you make your way back up the museum steps, stepping into the entrance. A few people gasp, some cheer, some faint.

Three more Class four figures fly over your heads, and you immediately unleash your proton stream on them, all five of you spreading out over the large ballroom to try and take them all down.

A few minutes have passed, and you’ve had one of the tribal soldiers in a capture stream for a bit. As another one lurches at you, you lose your stream as someone yanks you back just in time, and it passes by.

Your back hits a wall, and you’re behind the bar now. Egon is hovering in front of you. One of his hands lifts and he points his finger at you.

“We are not finished.” He murmurs, and you smirk. With one hand holding your proton stream, the other lifts to pull him in by the back of his head..

And press your lips together.

“Hey! Horny teenagers in the corner!” Peter hollers. “Maybe save that for the afterparty?”

You hear this, pulling away. The two of you share a grin and you press another kiss to his blushing cheek before you slip past him to lay into that tribal soldier once more.

Egon comes up behind you, laying out a trap that is right in your path. You get the ghost in your capture stream, and it takes the two of you to get it into the trap. You huff, turning and sharing a high five with him.

Still in your heels, you jog over to Ray, who is preoccupied getting the largest ghost of the group into a capture stream. You join him, and Ray breaks his stream to lay out another trap.

“How does it feel to get busted by a woman, huh?” Peter comes over, having taken out the other two ghosts with Winston. Everyone else has evacuated at this point, and you just now take note of the trashed ballroom.

“That sounds a little sexist, Peter!” Egon yells, laying into the ghost with his stream.

“What can I say, Spengler- your girlfriend is a badass!”

Peter and Egon both glance in your direction, and you hadn’t even heard what he said- you were just focused on busting this ghost. Your hair and dress blowing in the wind, heels planted, focused expression and proton stream strong and unmoving- you did look badass. You feel eyes on you, and you look over just in time to smile and wink at Egon, just as he ignites his stream and the five of you are slowly lowering the ghost into the trap.

As the ghost screeches and the trap closes, all goes silent, and you all take a heavy breath of relief.

Winston goes off to retrieve the other traps, Ray and Peter’s adrenaline clearly still pumping as they chat along while picking up the largest trap. Egon is just staring at you.

At this moment, you realize you’d never used a proton pack until now.

This was your first time. And you did great. All thanks to the group’s teaching.

You smile to yourself in pride and celebration, glancing down then back up at Egon. He’s sharing the same smile. You approach each other while tossing your proton wand back over your shoulder and sliding it back into its holster.

“I’m up for a large pepperoni, whadda ya say, Spengey?” Ray asks in Egon’s direction, but he’s busy taking your hand as it lowers from putting away the proton wand, lifting it to his lips and kissing the back of it.

You think you might just fall onto the floor then.

“Aww, look at them.” Peter says, making fake kissing sounds.

On the car ride home, Egon volunteers to sit in the back seat with you, and the whole ride home his hand is holding yours, thumb tracing circles on the top of your hand. Once you all arrive back at the firehouse, and everyone is barreling out, unloading and chatting- you notice Egon subtly squeezes your hand once..

Twice..

And three times before he lets go to help Ray unload the traps in the basement.

You wonder why he squeezed it three times.

Perhaps you’d ask him later.

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Chapter 1 of ?: Just Ask

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader Mini Series

Prompt: Yet another Ghostbusters press event is nearing, and once the secret is spilled of a certain scientist who wants to take you as a date, you decide to investigate for yourself.

Warnings: None!

A/N: First chapter of a mini series I’m working on. Not sure if it’s actually going to be a mini series or a full fic, but we’ll see! Egon and reader have already kind of been flirting with each other. You’ve also been working at the firehouse for a few months now. Enjoy! <3

It was nearing dinner time, and Janine had clocked out early for a date with Louis. You bid her goodnight with a warm smile and wave, and settled yourself behind the receptionist desk, propping up your feet and opening up one of the books you sneaked from Egon’s collection in the lab.

Finally, some peace and quiet..

You hear your name shouted by Peter, who comes stomping down the staircase with Ray hot on his tail.

“Go cool your boyfriend! He won’t listen to us!”

“..He’s not my boyfriend, Venkman.” You specify blankly, only briefly peeking over the top of your book to eye him coming around the corner and walking up to the desk.

“It sure seems like he thinks so.” Ray pipes up, folding his arms.

“What did you guys do to upset him now?” You flip the page, ignoring Ray’s comment.

“We didn’t do anything. He’s just throwing one of those dramatic fits of his where he shuts completely down and doesn’t speak to anyone, other than snapping at Ray for eating all the Cheez-Its.”

“Valid reason to be upset.” You shrug it off. You and Egon are both extremely territorial over your snacks. So much so that you end up labeling them with a permanent marker so the other boys know what they can and can’t touch.

“Not the point. The point is, you need to go up there and work your..” Venkman wiggles his fingers. “Womanly magic to get him to break. It’s getting annoying.”

“What? Not having him correct your incorrect scientific so-called ‘knowledge’,” you throw up some air quotes, “That you just spew out on a whim is annoying?”

“YES.” Ray and Peter both speak at the same time.

You huff and slide the bookmark back into your book before shutting it, pulling your legs off the desk and setting the book down before you rise up.

“It could be that he’s upset because of the gala.” Ray murmurs, more in Peter’s direction.

You pause halfway to the steps, turning your head back around.

“What gala?”

The two of them look at you like they’re a deer in the headlights.

“Whoops.” Ray grits his teeth.

“The gala at the Museum of Natural History? The one you guys got invited to? What about it?”

“You see, he was going to-” Peter starts talking, before Ray sends a fist to his gut from the side.

“Peter!”

“What?” He throws his hands up. “She’s gonna find out soon enough!”

Ray rolls his eyes and grumbles, looking away as Peter rubs the spot on his stomach before continuing.

“He was going to,” His voice lowered a few notches. “He was going to ask you to be his date. But I’m convinced he’s having some emotional conflict and mood swings because he doesn’t think you want to go with him.”

You stand there, in slight shock. “He told you this?” You perk a brow.

“He tells us a lot, kid.” Ray speaks up again, folding his arms once more and leaning against the desk with a slight tilt of his head.

“Of course, ‘bro-code’ or whatever. I get it. I’ll ask him about it-”

“NO!” They both stand swiftly.

“Why?” You stop again, at the bottom of the steps.

“That man will literally, and I mean literally, have our heads if he finds out we told you about that.” Peter pleads.

You go back and forth glaring at both of them, rolling your eyes before sighing.

“Fine, fine. I won’t ask about it.” You slowly start making your way up the steps to the next floor. “But please, give us some privacy. Do not eavesdrop.”

“That’s the spirit, go rub one out for your man!” Peter whoops, and you shake your head.

“You’re disgusting, Venkman.”

At the top of the steps, the soft music from a boombox on the kitchen table grows louder, and you spot Egon, with his back facing you. He’s at the corner workbench, hunched over a microscope.

You slowly approach, tugging your shirt sleeves over your hands and folding your arms. You admire him for a moment, how he’s so focused, his hands subtly turning the knobs of the machine to scope in on the slide he’s examining.

“Spengler,” You speak up, and Egon doesn’t even jump, he just murmurs your name in acknowledgement as he stays put in his hunched position.

“Are you doing alright?” You walk up to the bench, leaning against the corner, tilting your head slightly.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be alright?” He speaks again, finally rising up and turning to scribble down some notes in a nearby open notebook.

“Just checking in..” You murmured defensively, approaching even further to stand next to him. “What are you working on?”

“Logging ectoplasm samples,” He turns back from the notebook, catching your gaze for a short moment before hunching back down over the microscope. “Could you help me put them into the system?”

Egon knows how much you genuinely enjoy assisting him in the lab, and you’ve told him to always ask if he wants help.. Or just wants some company.

“Can I see it first?” You motion to the microscope.

“Sure.” He nods, stepping back and giving you space to see the slide for yourself.

You step up to the microscope, squinting one eye so you can see into the scope. The plasm is moving on the slide, the cells wiggling ever so slightly. You stand alone for a moment, before you feel Egon’s hand come to gently rest on your waist.

“What can you see?” He asks, a bit softer.

“Well, it looks like it’s doing a little dance!” You giggle, still intrigued by the slime.

“It’s Psychomagnotheric, which means it responds to human emotional states around it. Positive and negative.”

“You must be pissed or something, cause it’s moving a lot-”

“Aaaand that’s enough of that.” You feel both of his hands on your waist now, pulling you back from the microscope.

“Maan, I was just kidding!” You pout, throwing your hands up and laughing.

“Grab the computer, please.” He shoos you away, and you put a hand up, shaking your head before you spin around and snatch the chunky laptop off the workbench across from you, turning and sliding into one of the swivel chairs at the table before opening the laptop. Egon slides over his open notebook, full of listings and observations of the slime you had looked at.

You immediately get to work putting in the notes into the logging system. You feel an itch in your head to bring up the gala.

“I heard that gala at the museum is in a few days. Are you going?” You ask. Start vague.

Egon freezes at the microscope, rising up to look at you.

“Are you?” He asks in return, not answering your question.

“That depends, are you?” You shoot back, perking a brow and pausing your typing.

You swear you see a slight tint of pink on Egon’s cheeks, as he shifts and leans against the workbench.

“I’ll go if you go.” He states as casually as possible, even though his discomfort is visible.

“I was gonna go if you went.” You shrug, trying to making it as relaxed as possible.

“We could go together.” He adds, his eyes not leaving yours.

You glance down at the computer for a brief moment before looking back up at him, taking your turn for the heat to creep up to your cheeks. You silently nod.

“Are you going to wear a tux?” You ask before your brain can stop you.

Egon tilts his head, a subtle smirk playing at his lips.

“Why? Does it matter to you?”

“No, no! I’m just.. curious. If it’s black tie, then I’m just.. just curious!”

“Curious.. right. Well, I don’t go to many social events, but perhaps I’ll make an exception and see what I can find.” He keeps his eyes on you, folding his arms across his chest- the smirk still stamped to his face.

An exception?

You nod. “Sounds good. We’ll go together.” You state again, setting it in stone- sending him a smirk of your own before looking back down at the computer, returning back to your work.

Egon eyes you for a few more seconds, noticing how the light of the desk lamp hit your face.. Jesus.

He quickly turned back to the microscope before he could get caught gawking over you, returning to the task at hand as well.

Both of you continued your work, and you were first to call it a night- around 2 AM. Egon’s hand brushed over yours as you handed him back his notebook, and he bid you goodnight- watching you walk away and disappear into the sleeping quarters.

Little did you know, he was sharing your same thoughts that night- imagining what the other was going to look like at the gala. But another thought teased your mind as you fell asleep.

If the slime reacted to positive and negative emotions from humans..

What else would it react to?

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Sleepy Scientific Method

Egon Spengler x Reader

Prompt: During a rough night of attempted rest, you are the only one awake in the firehouse, getting a midnight snack. But, when Egon realizes you're awake and more tired than you think, he offers some help to try and soothe you back to sleep.

Warnings: None! Just an INSANE amount of fluff, and unspoken feelings!! We love to see it!

A/N: My first published Egon one shot. I have so many sitting in google docs and thought I might as well start putting them out! Egon Spengler is the loml and I love writing fluff with him. ENJOY >:)

It was nearing the ungodly hours of the morning, and you had been lying awake on your bunk for at least two hours now. You crane your neck to get a glimpse of the alarm clock next to your bed, and it reads 4:07 AM. Christ, you think- running a hand over your face. You sit up slowly, eyes adjusting to the darkness and seeing four lumps right where you left them, along with the sound of a distant ticking clock, the AC pumping, and Venkman’s snoring. You’d adjusted to it and naturally gained the ability to tune it out when you sleep, so you knew it wasn’t that keeping you up.

Perhaps it was the four cups of coffee and 53 page research paper you typed up for Egon to read over on the cardiovascular effects of paranormal experiences on humans.

Snapping out of your train of thought, you finally give up and toss the covers aside, snatching your robe and tossing it over your shoulders before trudging out of the bedroom and into the large lounge area, most of the lights shut off. You flick one on, a small kitchen light sitting above the dining table in the middle of the right corner.

Squinting and yawning, you stand still for a moment and let your eyes adjust to the sudden change of light before shuffling over to the fridge, opening it up and peeking inside. An aching appetite, perhaps that was it. You grabbed the gallon of milk that you prayed wasn’t expired, checked it by taking a whiff and making the assumption that it was fine.

You then opened the top cabinet, reaching up and just barely grazing the cereal boxes on the top, before knocking one over and catching it right on time. Cinnamon Toast Crunch, your favorite. You and Egon shared a love for it, while Venkman liked Fruit Loops, Ray liked Lucky Charms and Winston was a Cheerios kind of guy.

You kept stock of all of them.

You then grabbed a bowl and spoon, and opened the box as quietly as possible and tried to inconspicuously pour it into the bowl, only making a slight clinking sound as the cereal hit the inside of the bowl. You put it back, and poured some milk, just as you heard your name being softly called from the bedroom.

Egon stood in the doorway, holding his robe around his waist with one hand as the other slid on his glasses.

Your eyebrows raised, immediately feeling guilty for waking one of your buddies up with your midnight cravings.

“Sorry, I’ll uh- I’ll be done in a second.”

“That’s alright.” He successfully gets his glasses on and finishes tying his robe, as he approaches you at the counter. “An early breakfast?”

“Can’t sleep.” You say while pouring some milk into the bowl.

“Have you considered melatonin?” He inquired, tilting his head.

“Doesn’t work on me.”

“Hmph.” He hums, turning to lean his back against the counter and fold his arms, eyes scanning over the dark horizon of the rest of the floor of the fire house.

You then stir the cereal a bit, then take a bite and chew as you pick up the bowl and resume the same position as him.

“Sorry if I woke you up.”

“You didn’t.” He shook his head slightly. “I already had something on my mind and was basically awake.”

You tilt your head, take another bite of the cereal and chew while you speak. “What’s on your mind?”

He shakes his head and looks down at the floor.

“Alright.. I won’t pry. For now.”

He smirks and looks back up straight for a moment, before his eyes move over to your tired figure.

“You look tired.” He notes the prominent bags under your eyes, the lack of color in your skin tone, and the downturned position your face automatically takes, rather than the more alert, expressive one it usually does.

You shrug and nod. “I am. But I have nothing on you- didn’t you say once, gosh, that you slept for like-“

“Fourteen minutes a day? Yeah, I quit that a couple months back. Ray said it was making me a bit hay-wire.”

“Egon Spengler? Hay-wire? Pshhhhh.” You shake your head and giggle softly, and you look down and see the empty bowl of cereal. You must’ve finished it during the conversation.

“Very funny.” He says plainly, and you can’t quite tell with the sleep in his voice if it’s genuine or sarcasm.

You snort at his response, turning and rinsing the bowl out in the sink before setting it down into it, and sighing softly as you run your hands over your face.

Egon internally goes over the list of strategies to create sleepiness.

“My Mother always used to tell me when I couldn’t sleep to just lay there with my eyes closed. Turns out she raised an insomniac, because it never worked. I always ended up sleeping throughout the day.”

“Have you considered physical touch?” He asks out of the blue.

You turn, the next words you were going to say getting caught in your throat. You perk a brow.

“What?” You ask, genuinely confused.

“Physical touch. I’ve looked into it myself, and some sources say receiving physical touch can lead the mind into a relaxed state, and could also lead to sleepiness.”

You let out a puff of air, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Ray says I give good hugs.” He states, almost like a question- trying to prove himself.

With that, you look over at him, giving a small wiggle of your eyebrow as a silent ask of approval, and he gives a subtle nod, opening his arms just enough for you to step in front of him and up to him so you’re pressed against him, your head resting perfectly against his chest. Your arms naturally fold against his chest as well, not exactly certain on putting them anywhere else.

There’s a moment where he’s not touching you anywhere else, other than where you are touching him- until you feel his arms gently wrap around your waist, his hands folding at the base of your spine. He lets out an audible breath.

You already feel your eyes start to flutter.

“Do I have to-“

“We can just stand here, if that works for you. I don’t mind silence.” He speaks softer this time, more tender- and it makes your shoulders relax.. you didn’t even notice how tense they were.

“Focus on your breathing,” He begins to quietly guide you. “Lower the tongue from the roof of your mouth. Let your eyes shut and your body relax, I’ve got you.”

I’ve got you.

Your face turns slightly further into his chest, and you inhale, taking in his scent.. it’s hard to place, but it makes you smile.

“This is quite the scientific solution, Doctor Spengler.” You say softly with a giggle, and you can feel his chest rumble beneath you as he laughs as well.

Without another word spoken, he brings his hand up to the back of your head, resting over the bun your hair was tied up in.

“May I?”

You nod, and he gently tugs on the scrunchie, your hair falling out and resting naturally now.

The scrunchie disappears out of his grip, and it’s replaced with the alluring sensation of his fingers running through your hair, over your scalp.. making you shiver. Your eyes are completely shut, your breaths slowing.

You’re not sure how long he’s been playing with your hair and holding you upright, but you eventually mumble.

“Egon, I might fall asleep standing up..”

And you hear his gentle response,

“I won’t let that happen.”

Sleep tugs at your eyes, your mind, and your entire body begins to give up it’s weight.

As you brink at fully being unconscious, you feel something else peck at the top of your head for a brief moment, before it slumps to the side, and you lose contact.

But not soon before you feel your heavy legs get whisked up from under you, making you feel completely weightless.

There’s some soft footsteps, the pause and reach as it suddenly gets more dark, and then more footsteps before you feel yourself getting eased back into your cozy bed. There’s another pause before your blankets are pulled up to rest under your chin, and another one before you feel the same rough, but gentle fingertips brush some of your hair back, and another peck at the skin of your forehead.

Some unintelligible words mumbled, or maybe they’re just sounds..

Before sleep finally pulls you under.

And all you dream about is the undeniable comfort and peace Egon Spengler brings you.

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