#Egon spengler x oc

[ask-sister-solaris]

Lil cutie patootie lil sweetheart ❤️

[thehoodedsweater]

I just love how the Ghostbusters community, when it comes to Egon, just has so many ships for him.

Like..

Ship him with Janine? Cute, classic, I like it. Ship him with Ray? Adorable, keep it up please. Peter? Cute pair, has a lot of potential for angst. Winston? Louis? Rarepairs but I see you. Poly ghostbusters? Ocs? You have my heart, people. Please keep going I adore it. The list goes on and I love it. As long as the ships aren’t illegal and you aren’t hurting anyone ofc. I personally juggle Egon around like a bouncy ball when it comes to shipping. Who will he be shipped with next? Who knows! Have fun! Creativity is your gift. Use it to your advantage.

[apollafire]

(sorry that it's so short; not every chapter will be like that. I had finally thought of a good jumping off point and sort of ran with it- either way, enjoy!)

Dearly Departed

Next Chapter

Summerville, Oklahoma 2021

The place was a dump. Maybe not a complete lost cause, but then again it probably was. Callie knew that for sure, standing in the foyer of the what should have been abandoned old farmhouse her father had residing in until his death. It was a miracle that the "fracking", as Phoebe had called it, didn't bring the place down on top of them.

"Can I help you?" The woman's voice made Callie turn to face her and a feeling of familiarity washed over Janine Melnitz as she looked at the blonde woman, looking towards the living room at her children only strengthened the feeling.

"We're the uh-" The word family was refusing to leave Callie's mouth, "This was my father's place."

"Right, hello. Hi." After a moment, Janine regained herself, "I'm Janine Melnitz, we spoke on the phone. I was old friends with your father, I'm very sorry for your loss." The women continued to speak as Trevor turned to poke around the living room some more, just looking for weird stuff when he pulled an old photo from between two books on a shelf.

A young woman, maybe mid to late twenties, stood against a pillar of some grand building. Laboratory goggles adorned the top of her head, pushing back a mass of wavy blonde hair. Her smile was bright and proud. She wore Converse sneakers of a dark color, maybe black, cuffed blue jeans, plain purple t-shirt and had a white lab coat draped over her crossed arms.

"Woah, who's this babe?" Trevor chuckled out, catching the attention of the two women and his sister Phoebe as he turned and held the photo up in their direction. Columbia University - 1981 was scribbled on the back in blue pen ink.

"That's your grandmother, Trev." Callie said with a sigh, arms crossed over her chest.

"Grandmother, as in grandma Kate? Your mother, grandma Kate?" Trevor questioned before shuddering in disgust at the fact he just called his own grandmother a babe, dropping the photo on the already paper strewn table and leaving the room. Phoebe grabbed the photo to look at it as she brought it over to her mom.

"I'm surprised she didn't come with you. We lost touch when she moved to Chicago." Janine spoke softly.

"She died." Callie spoke softly as well, staring down at the photo.

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea that both-" The older woman brought a hand up to her mouth, "When did she-?"

"It'll be 20 years next February."

[psychokinetic-ectoplasm]

Ghostbusters Fanfiction Masterlist

*** REQUESTS ARE OPEN***

Note for requests: In addition to Ghostbusters, I also write for other characters played by the actors involved, namely Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis. I will write for most any of their characters, but if I don't know the character well enough, it'll take me longer to write.

Note: All fics are rated Explicit (as per Ao3s rating system) unless otherwise noted

Egon Spengler

Not Jealous (one-shot)

Burning Fascination (complete, 11/11)

Masters of Sex (The Mood Slime Experiments) (complete, 5/5)

Untitled Older Egon (coming soon)

Ray Stantz

Somewhere to Belong (complete, 12/12)

Some Call It Love, I Call It Magic (Older Ray, complete, 12/12)

Love, Unleashed (Older Ray/Spirits Unleashed, complete, 2/2)

These Golden Years (Frozen Empire Fic, one-shot)

It Was Always You (Ray at Columbia/in progress)

Real Love (RGB Ray, in progress)

Untitled Ghost!Ray (in the works)

Untitled Older Ray (in the works)

Peter Venkman

He's Yours (Peter x Dana Barrett one-shot, SFW)

Various

Ghostbusters One-Shots and Drabbles (updated October 3)

Dan Aykroyd Characters

Elwood Blues/The Blues Brothers

That Special Somebody... (complete, 2/2)

Squeeze and Please (one-shot)

I Need You (Blues Brothers AU, complete, 13/13)

Anything For You (one-shot)

Untitled BB2000 (in the works)

The Thing I Need the Most (Jake Blues one-shot, in the works)

Misc.

Dan Aykroyd Characters One-Shot Collection (updated October 7)

We Keep Watch For Each Other (Ellis Fielding/Loose Cannons, complete)

When I Start Lovin' I Just Can't Stop (Mike Weber/Soul Man, complete, 11/11)

The Way You Love Is Good As Money (Roman Craig/The Great Outdoors, in progress)

Let It Only Ever Be Me (Fred Garvin/SNL, one-shot)

Some Things Are Meant To Be (Roy/Love At First Sight (1977) coming soon)

Loving the Alien (Beldar Conehead, coming soon)

Untilted Vic fanfic (Neighbors, in the works)

Untitled Darren "Mother" Roskow fic (Sneakers, in the works)

Untitled Joe Friday fic (Dragnet 1987, in the works)

Untitled John Burns fic (The Couch Trip, in the works)

Untitled Louis Winthorpe III fic (Trading Places, in the works)

Untitled Cliff Skridlow fic (Doctor Detroit, in the works)

Harold Ramis Characters

Someday Soon I'm Gonna Make Him Mine (Russell Ziskey, in progress)

Harold Ramis Characters One-Shot Collection (updated June 17)

Untitled Steven Buchner One-shot (Baby Boom, in the works)

Will update these as I go along! Anything that's underlined is a link!

KEY:

In progress = currently posting chapters

Coming soon = enough is written for me to nearly be ready to start posting

In the works = not enough written to start posting, but it is actively being worked on

[sxilor-1010]

I gained confidence and a bit of inspiration from @thatpaperdoll's OC post, so here's info about my Ghostbusters OC Selena Autumnwood!

Name: Selena Autumnwood

Age: 29 (GB 1), 34 (GB 2), N/A (Disappears in GB AL & Frozen Empire)

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Occupation: Bookstore Owner / Witch (GB 1), Bookstore Owner / Witch / Guardian Angel (GB2), Guardian Angel (GB AL), N/A (GB FE)

Face Claim: Zoey Deutch and Picrew.

Personality: Selena is a lively and sunny woman with an emotional heart deep down her soul, attributes that make up a guardian angel. However, despite those good traits she can come off as naive or even airheaded which is one of the reasons why she came to Earth. Despite these flaws, Selena was very curious and steadfast to understand humans and how society functioned. Her first few months were a bit tricky and had almost revealed her identity, but she's managed to keep it on the downlow. When it comes to bad situations, Selena can often become empathetic and cry to herself (as a way to not have people worry), which often leads to her kindness becoming vunerable.

Facts & Trivia:

- Being a guardian angel means she has omniscience knowledge of everything in the universe, but Selena rarely uses this as she prefers learning things on her own.

- She chose to become a bookstore owner and a witch due to her love of reading and as a way to explain her 'magic' on Earth. Later on she ends up getting a side job working at Ray's Occult Bookstore.

- She owns a black persian cat with orange eyes named Midnight who is very sassy at first.

- The reason why Selana came to Earth was part of an angelic contract she signed. Said contract is guardian watch over Earth with being attached to a person as a bonus. (Can y'all guess which person she guarded?)

- While she does not interfere with business regarding the Ghostbusters, she has handled some of their more nastier work (Demons and such) given her job. It always left the Ghostbusters wondering who was helping.

- Selena ended up revealing her secret to the Ghostbusters long after she became close with them (and because Egon had a high suspicion given a quick scan shows PKE levels off the charts. They are the first humans to ever know her true secret, and Egon being the first human she fell in love with.

[sporesmoldandfungi]

Flip City - Sued

Author's Note: This rewrite of my original sequel is heavily inspired by Channel Awesome's video on how they would fix the Ghostbusters 2 movie. I'm going to use roughly the same plot points from that video because it's more appealing to me as a writer, but I'm going to make it my own with Genevieve's relationships with everyone, especially Egon. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!

Dana Barrett walked down the streets of New York, her heels clicking against the city pavement. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a gentleman selling today's paper. She stopped to read the headline "Ghostbusters V. The State of New York, Trial Today". She stopped in front of the small stand and picked up a copy, quickly skimming through the first few paragraphs.

The man poked his head up from reading his own paper. He took a deep sigh before speaking. "Drives me nuts, ya know? Those guys put their lives on the line for the city and how do we repay them? By suing the shit out of them. Property damage be damned, they saved my life and my family's lives, as well as countless others, that should be enough."

Dana smiled softly, "Yeah, I know what you mean."

The man took another sigh, "Man, I wouldn't wanna be them right now."

"Well, it's not that fun for me either." She replied.

"Why do you say that?" He asked.

"I'm engaged to one of them."

Across the city, in a courtroom full of people, The Ghostbusters sat waiting for the trial to begin. Genevieve sat in the audience in the front row, leaning over the railing to speak with Egon and the others.

"Where the hell is Dana? She's a key witness." Genevieve whispered to the four boys, frantically looking back at the doors, waiting for Dana to come running in any second.

"Relax, she'll be here." Egon reassured her.

Genevieve shut her eyes tighter than she ever did before, shaking her head slightly, as if when she opened them again, this whole mess would be gone, and things would be how they were before. But when she opened them, all she saw was Egon's worried expression. "I can't lose you, Egon."

"You won't." He spoke.

She shook her head again. "It's hard enough having to deal with the aftermath of having my entire mind and body taken over by a Babylonian god and watching from the front row as I almost killed everyone I loved. But to sit here and watch the four most important people in my life get locked up for fixing MY mess, I can't do it."

"Sumerian." He corrected, making Genevieve look at him puzzlingly. "You said Babylonian, Gozer is a Sumerian god. Gosh, you should know that above all." He teased, earning a sly smile from her otherwise worried expression.

"Well, when you suddenly get possessed, your main focus isn't what kind of god they are. So, excuse me for my ignorance." She quipped back. Her attention suddenly shot back to the matter at hand. She looked her wristwatch, showing her there were only five minutes until the trial began. She tapped Peter on the shoulder, "Venkman, where is Dana?"

Peter turned around, still looking unimpressed even though his whole future depended on the trial. "Dunno, she's supposed to be on her way. And by the way, would you cool it, Gozy? You stressing back there isn't helping us. We got enough on our plate. We're pretty much royally screwed with our attorney."

Genevieve looked confused until Louis Tully came stumbling into the courtroom. His arms full overflowing with documents and folders, almost dropping a few as he approached the Ghostbusters. With all of them being strapped for cash, he was the best they could do. He dropped his things on the table with a loud thud then leaned into the group, quietly and worriedly whispering, "I think you guys are making a huge mistake. I got my law degree at night school."

"That's alright, Louis, most of this happened at night," Ray said, promptly slamming his head on the table afterward.

The judge banged his gavel a couple of times, gaining everyone's attention. The Ghostbusters looked over to the prosecution and saw Walter Peck sitting with a few other lawyers, a smug smile plastered across his face.

"Before we begin this trial I want to one thing very clear. The law does not recognize the existence of ghosts. I don't believe in them either. Don't wanna hear a lot of malarkey about goblins and spooks and demons. We're gonna stick to the facts in this case and leave the ghost stories to the kiddies, understood?" the judge spoke, taking off his reading glasses and fixing his documents.

Winston scoffed, turning towards the others, "Sounds like a pretty open minded guy."

"They call him 'The Hammer'." Egon replied. Genevieve groaned and placed her head in her hands, her hope fading away with each second. Egon turned around, gently lifting her head up and caressing her cheek. "It'll be okay, no matter what. I love you."

She smiled into his hand, kissing it gently, "I love you too."

The gavel came down again, "All right, all right, let's get on with it."

Louis nervously approached the judge, fixing his glasses messily before speaking, his voice wavering with anxiety. He cleared his throat before speaking again, "Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen of the- of the audience. I don't think it's fair to call my clients frauds! Okay, so the blackout was a big problem for everybody, okay? I was stuck in an elevator for two hours and I had to make the whole time. But I don't blame them! Because one time I turned into a dog and they helped me. Thank you."

Chuckles were heard echoing in the courtroom and Louis held his head down in shame, walking back over to the Ghostbusters.

"Very good, Louis. Short but pointless." Egon said.

The trial seemed to drag on. City rep after city rep went on and on about the damages and costs the Ghostbusers caused. Walter Peck went on his usual spiel, claiming the Ghostbusters were frauds and no good liars. Louis made a fool of himself, Peter couldn't care less in his testimony, Ray cared more than anyone.

Egon couldn't even focus on what was being said, all he could hear was Genevieve's foot bob anxiously behind him. She hasn't been the same since Gozer. Sure, he was overjoyed to finally be in a romantic relationship with her, and she felt the same. But even that wasn't enough to stop the panic attacks, the nightmares, the anxiety that followed her every day. And he couldn't do much to help. He was stuck watching the love of his life morph into a shell of her former self, and it not only broke his heart, but it scared him beyond belief. Would she ever be that girl again? Or is this the new norm?

Below the city where the old Van Horn station used to be, a blood-red river of slime flowed directly below them. Churning and pulsating, fueled by the fear of every New Yorker, which nowadays, there seems to be a lot of. As the trial came to a close, the slime began to travel upwards, inching its way closer and closer to the surface, fueled by the fear and anxiety of the five Ghostbusters and the judge began to read the verdict.

"Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz, Winston Zeddemore, Egon Spengler, stand up. Get up! You too, Mr. Tully. I find you guilty on all charges! I order you to pay fines in the amount of $25,000 each! I sentence you to eighteen months in the city correctional facility at Rikers Island! On a more personal note, let just me go on record as saying that there is no place for fakes, charlatans and tricksters like you in decent society! You prey upon the gullibility of innocent people!  And believe me, if my hands were not tied by the unalterable fetters of the law! And I would indulge in the tradition of our illustrious forbears reach back, to a purer, sterner justice, and have you burned at the stake!" The judge roars, fully rising from his seat with the last sentence.

As soon as the judge finished reading, or screaming, the verdict, the slime had finally penetrated the surface, slipping through a crack that lay directly beneath the judge. A loud explosion made the entire courtroom shake and a bright ray of light revealed two cackling ghosts, one tall and lanky, the other short and stout. Full-blown chaos broke out, people began screaming and ran out the doors, leaving only the Ghostbusters, Louis, the judge, and Walter Peck in the room.

The eight of them quickly ran for cover, trying to find a way out. The judge cried out to the Ghostbusters, "It's the Scoleri Brothers! I tried them for murder, gave them the chair! You gotta do something!"

"Why don't you tell them you don't believe in ghosts?" Egon quipped.

The ghosts cackled louder, chasing more people out the courtroom. The judge looked white as a ghost, shaking with fear, "You gotta do something, help me!"

"Don't talk to me, talk to my attorney." Ray said.

"And that's me! My guys are still under a judicial mistrangement order! That blue thing I got from her! They could be exposing themselves!" Louis said, waving documents in the judge's face.

"And you don't want us exposing ourselves!" Peter added, making Egon and Winston roll their eyes.

Walter Peck intervened, "Your honor, you can't actually be considering this."

As the judge, Peck, and the other Ghostbusters all argued with one another, Egon turned around to see Genevieve, shaking and holding onto herself tight. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She quickly grabbed onto him, holding on as tight as she could.

"I can't do this, Egon. I can't be a Ghostbuster." she said into his chest, a tear escaping her eye.

He held her close, stroking her auburn hair gently. "I'm afraid we don't have a choice, darling." He pulled her back so he could look at her in the eyes as he spoke. "We are the only ones who can stop things like this from happening. And you, Genevieve Stratford, are one of the bravest people I know. You have to take that fear and channel it into something deeper, something bigger than us, something that can light that fire in you and make you strong. Do you think you can do that for me?"

He saw the confliction in her eyes, but still, she nodded. "You're right, you're always right."

He smiled, "And I promise you, I won't let anyone, or anything hurt you, ever again, okay?"

She nodded again, "Okay, I trust you."

By the time Egon got a remnant of the old Genevieve back, Peck was being ushered away by the judge and the remaining Ghostbusters began walking towards their proton packs. They all suited up, groaning as they pulled the heavy proton packs over their backs.

"Oh… oh, I always hated this part of the business. You know, it's been a couple of years since we used this stuff. I hope it still works." Peter said, groaning as he adjusted the pack on his back.

"It should. The power cells have a half-life of five thousand years." Egon said, situating his and Genevieve's packs.

"Well, there's no time for a bench test! Heat em up!" Ray said excitedly.

Peter was the first to switch his on, a low musical hum ringing out. He smirked and sang, "Doe..."

Ray followed suit, smiling and joining in with a "Re..."

Egon followed, adding "Egon!". The others looked at him, but he just smirked, proud of his play on words.

The room began to vibrate with that familiar uneasy feeling whenever a ghost was present. Chairs soon began to fly up in the air, moving quickly towards the five Ghostbusters.

Ray quickly opens fire, the others following but they all miss. The Scoleri reveal themselves briefly then disappear. Thinking the job was already done, they slowly broke out into quiet chuckles and giggles. Peter got cocky and began to imitate the fat brother, but was caught off by the Scoleri joining in on the laughter, revealing themselves again.

Peter quickly fired and got a good grip on the fatter brother. "Come on big boy! Let's go! Let's go! I'm gonna take you home to my private zoo!"

"You got him! You got him! Spengie, bring out the trap!" Ray shouts excitedly.

The tall one, quickly flew behind Ray and Winston, catching Egon's attention as he grabbed the trap. "Behind you, Ray!"

Ray and Winston fired, catching it in a tight confinement stream. Genevieve ran towards Peter, seeing him struggle with the fatter brother. She fired and her proton stream wrapped around the waist of the ghost, dancing in harmony with Peter's confinement stream around the ghoul's legs. The two teams began to herd the ghosts towards where Egon was setting up the trap.

Before Egon activated the trap, both of the Scoleri brothers' heads turned to face Genevieve. In two deep and strangled voices they roared, "Join us, Genevieve."

Her eyes widened and she sceamed, "The trap, Egon!"

He quickly activated it, the portal blinding the five as the Scoleri Brothers got sucked into the trap.

The four boys laughed triumphantly, huddling around the trap. Genevieve was laughing too but was still trying to register what those ghosts just said to her. No ghost had ever spoken to her, let alone know her name. Egon held out his hand, and she accepted it, joining the huddle.

"Two in the box!" Ray began.

"Ready to go!" Peter and Winston chimed in.

"We be fast!" Egon and Genevieve added.

"And they be slow!" They all cheered.

They walked out of the courtroom, greeted by hundreds of reporters and onlookers. As Peter declared their victory, Genevieve stood back, trying to grapple the ghosts' message, "Join us." Egon looked over to her, giving her a reassuring smile. She returned it, smiling at the reporters and at Ray as he cheered triumphantly, but the Scoleri Brother's voices still echoed in her head.

"Join us, Genevieve."

[spenglersweetheart]

IN HONOR OF GHOSTBUSTERS DAY, SPENCER PRESENTS ...

MINI - SYNOPSIS

Freddie Addams, hearing about his father's death travels to Summerville, a known place that Randie went back to, but never loved. From there, he finds a bunch of hidden letters hidden in one of the floorboards. From there, Freddie learns about his father's job as a Ghostbusters secretary, including relationships, and probably even a family he didn't even know about.

────────────── ✦ ──────────────

MASTERLIST

nothing as of yet! chapters coming soon!

────────────── ✦ ──────────────

tags / dedications! <3

(y'all bring out the best of me i swear to god)

@spenglercore @lulusplaycorner @oldhabitsdiescrming @apollafire @egonspenglerishot @moldypaintbrush1942

[multifamdomfan]

Allison Hudson Hc's

(She is my Ghostbusters oc)

Allison is blond like Disney princess level of blond

Her eyes are grey with a hint of blue

She is very affectionate

Has way too much energy in the morning without a ounce of caffeine

But she calms down throughout the day but is still energetic

Allison was a Biology teacher at Columbia University before joining the Ghostbusters

Makes so many dad jokes

Allison has low self esteem but masks it well

Her parents always wanted her to succeed because they know that she can do great things but never give her validation so she keeps trying to prove herself to them and everyone else

Allison is good at working under pressure even if she's terrified or overwhelmed

Ray and Allison are besties

Just two excited puppies

Ray gives her so many compliments

She's not used to it and got overwhelmed at first but grew to love them

Peter and Allison tease each other so much, it's how they show affection to each other

Winston and Allie got along great but we're never close

Egon at first found her annoying but after coming into the lab enough they became friends, before falling in love with each other and getting married then had Callie

Then he told her about the end of the world

They had a fight because she didn't believe him and yelled at him for planning to leave

She died ten years later

[princessmorgan08]

Cherry Holtzman Headcanons

Intreducing one of my Ghostbusters Oc's with Headcanons:

• had multiple camera's as a Kid (destroyed each one of them)

• met Egon and Elon/Russell at the age of 2, became Elon's/Russell's-honorary Sister/ was a grooms-mate at his Wedding

• was the kid who would get into fights gor her friends and get away with it

• had a paranormal encounter at the age of 5

• in middle-school, Cherry, Egon and Elon/Russell skipped their Junior-Prom, instead they swimming in a near Lake [ Cherry and Elon/Russell dragged Egon into the lake] that was the Day Egon fell for Cherry

• after Cherry moved to Chicago, she kept contact with the Spengler Twins for 2 years before slowly forgeting about them

• after meeting Egon again,Cherry also started to have feelings for her Friend

• in Her Freshman year of College, Cherry dyed her hair

• Her favorite Colour is Red

• Her favorite song is : 'Cherry Bomb!' from the Runaways

•said she will never have kids, but in the end she had one Step-son and a Daughter

• she is Pansexual

• is a few Months older then Egon and Elon/Russell

• in 1989, cherry worked together with Melina and Lydia on their own Business

• She named her and Egon's daughter Jillian after her late-Mother

• Cherry has Nicknames for everyone, for example; Egon= Egie, Elon/Russell= Russ(now)/El[ formerly]

• Her middle name is Lisa

• Designed most of the Ghosthunters Equipment alone

• Is the Inventor of the Proton-whipes ( Jillian's and Morgan's main Weapons)

• she is the God-mother of Melina's and Ray's Daughter

• is the Mother of the group

[stanfordpinesenbyhusband]

I'm so fucking tired I really wish I could lay down and take a nap with egon

Pro/com.ship dni

[ask-sister-solaris]

Hi 👋

Could you possibly do an Egon x reader where she’s possessed by gozer and how he would either or save her/ the aftermath???

-👻

Oh

My

God

I’m naming you Spoopy Ghost Anon :)

I’m pretty sure it’s the Keymaster and Gatekeeper that can possess, not Gozer themselves, so I took it upon myself to make y’all the Gate Keeper Zuul.

“You’ve messed with the wrong scientist”

Egon couldn’t believe his eyes when he reached your apartment. It was a total wreck, the one night he was able to get the slightest bit of time off, and this happened. He wasn’t one for date nights, not like Venkman. But something felt off. He went to the nearest payphone and dialed the Ghostbusters Headquarters number.

“Ghostbusters how can we help you?” Janine’s voice crackled through the phone piece. Egon took a breath and sighed “Look [Names] place has been wrecked and with all the trouble they were having, claiming there was a temple in her fridge and such, I can’t help but think my research was correct. And if it is, you need to send the other three.”

Janine was froze before she put the phone down and hit the red button. The other three slid down and rushed to the Ecto 1 (that Egon had graciously not taken, opting for a cab) and rushed down to your apartment complex. Once they arrived the place was indeed a mess. They loaded their proton packs on and went in, something definitely wasn’t right. Egon knocked on your apartment door and you opened it, looking very different.

“Are you the Keymaster?” Egon looked at you gone out, but knew that the only way in was to agree. The others were currently hidden waiting for his signal “Yes, I am the Keymaster” you let him in, and after what seemed hours of struggling he managed to get you asleep. He went to the others his appearance slightly messy.

“She will be fine for now, however we have to go back. There’s not much we can do.” They headed back and jog a few hours later the police brought in someone claiming to be the Key Master searching for the Gate Keeper. Of course Egon knew straight away, but the damn Health Inspector decided to shut the grid down, releasing thousands of spirits. Egon yelled at him before all four ghostbusters were dragged off to the cells and the Keymaster made his way to the apartments.

A few hours later:

The boys were allowed out and permitted to save the city from Gozer. Once they reached the apartment Egon was the first to actually rush up the stairs, he needed to make sure you were okay, but when they finally made their way to the roof you were stood on one pedestal the key master on the other.

You were both turned into ugly looking dogs and this infuriated Egon. He knew he had to save you. Once they’d confronted Gozer, tried to use their Proton packs (and failed), and Ray had conjured up a 100ft Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, everything seemed at a loss until Egon realized. It was risky but it would save New York and you. He explained it and they quickly agreed wanting this hell to end.

“You’ve messed with the wrong scientist Gozer” Egon growled under his breath as he and his fellow ghostbusters turned their proton packs to maximum.

They crossed the streams of the proton packs destroying the door as the monsters that came from it. The after math was messy and overstimulating for Egon but when he glanced at the stone dogs his heart sank, that was until you began picking your way out, a hand popping out. His heart rate quickened as he helped you get out of the dark stone shell and held you close kissing you.

A smile spread across your face as you kissed him back. You didn’t care he was covered in marshmallow fluff, he’d saved you! Once he pulled away (and Venkman and made multiple gagging noises) they made their way down to the waiting ambulance, staying by your side. That’s when he decided to tie the knot with you so he could always protect you.

“[Name?]” he tapped your shoulder as you were talking to a paramedic. You turned around and he was down on one knee. He’d been plannin on proposing since you’d hit the four year mark and he’d already bought the ring. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a beautiful golden band with a heart shaped ruby on it “Will you marry me?”

You squealed and nodded yes kissing him, what a day, you were possessed by a demon demigod, saved by the love of your life and now he proposed. It’s enough to tire a girl out

“I told them they’d messed with with wrong scientist”

[nadja-antipaxos]

ALL MY PICTURES OF YOU - MASTERLIST

Title: All My Pictures of You

Fandom: Ghostsbusters (1984, 1989, 2021)

Pairing: Egon Spengler x OFC

Summary: After the destruction of Gozer, Callie Spengler decides to read her parents' journals to understand their doomed romance in their own words.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: some swearing, brief ghost violence, and mentions of sex, but nothing explicit, pregnancy, brief mention of infertility, eventual character death cause it's in the movie

Word Count: 8,829

Story graphic made by me with a polaroid template from pinkpaanik

Part One: If only I’d thought of the right words, I wouldn’t be breaking apart

Part Two: If only I’d thought of the right words, I could have held onto your heart

Status: Complete

AO3

Artwork by the amazing @lilvicsart​

[apollafire]

Chapter One

Summary; Dr. Kate Harrison has her first day as a member of staff at Columbia. The work place she was provided with is less than stellar but the neighbors aren't so bad.

Warnings; swearing, Dean Yeager's an asshole but not present, Venkman being Venkman

Final Word Count; 1071

Columbia University 1980

“My baby sister, a doctor! And a professor! Ugh I can’t believe it.” The click of a camera shutter went off several more times, “Hold still for God sakes, I have to get one for Aunt Rose.” 

“First of all, I’m not a professor. Yet.” Kate Harrison sighed deeply, “I’m a glorified lab assistant, and I will be until Dr. McNulty either finally decides to retire or ends up dying. Damn tenure.” She muttered looking down at her shoes, “Look, Irene, I really do appreciate the ride but if I knew you had planned on taking enough pictures to fill up a magazine I wouldn’t have accepted.”

“Oh so you could’ve sat on the subway with no one to talk to and get your fancy white coat all dirty? Not on my watch.” A few more camera clicks.

“Irene, you’re going to make me late. I have to finish setting up my office.” The woman turned away to start heading towards the front door of the building.

“Okay, okay. Just remember, dinner this Saturday at mine and John’s. I know you have nothing going on so you better be there.”

“No promises.”

The basement. Dean Yeager stuck her in the basement after promising her office would be right next door to Dr. McNulty for convenience for herself and students alike. There weren’t even any damn windows and grow lamps for her plants definitely were not provided like agreed upon at the end of last semester.

“That motherfucker.” She muttered as she pushed the door open and took in her new domain, at least all her boxes seemingly made it down here unscathed. After procuring a blank sheet of notebook paper and a black marker, she wrote DR. KATHERINE HARRISON - BIOCHEMISTRY & BOTANY in big capital letters. She taped that paper to the door and shut it behind her as she got to work unpacking, figuring it was highly unlikely she was to ever actually get her name permanently painted on the frosted glass. After getting her music to a level she liked and could block out the world for a while, she got started with the desk and the metal shelves behind it. 

Unbeknownst to her, the sudden burst of music from the formerly empty room interrupted some “very important work” in the Paranormal Studies laboratory next door with which she shared a wall.

“The damn janitor must’ve brought a radio down for his smoke break.” Peter Venkman grumbled from under a magazine as he laid across an old beaten down couch, “Ray go kick him out again, will ya? I’m missing out on prime sleep time over here.” 

Ray looked up from the book he was reading with a furrowed brow, looking from where Peter lazed over to Egon to see if he could force him to go do it this time. But the man was so deep into whatever mold sample he was looking at through the microscope that it would be a while before he came up for air. He sighed deeply and rolled his chair back a few feet before getting up and making his way out to the hallway. The less muffled sound of Ozzy Osbourne’s Mr. Crowley met his ears as he walked to the next door over, raising his fist to knock loudly. He stopped as he read the paper on the door that was not there when him and the guys got in that morning. Tilting his head in slight confusion, he reached out and gently just pushed the door open slowly. 

“You know, Aleister Crowley was actually a very interesting man.” He called out after a moment of observation, seemingly startling the woman as she caught a book that had begun to fall from her hands.

“I do know, actually.” Kate spoke after regaining her composure, gesturing to the shelf that now housed all three volumes of the Collected Works of Aleister Crowley as she reached to the radio to turn it off, “I’m not a fan, but my grandparents may have been Thelemians back in the day. Real hush hush about it though.” She walked over to the stranger standing in the doorway, “I’m Kate Harrison. Sorry for the noise, I didn’t realize anyone else was banished to the basement.”

“Really? Oh wow that’s fascinating. I’m Dr. Ray Stantz.” They shared a friendly handshake and continued to speak, “My colleagues and I work next door in the Paranormal Studies lab. We thought you were Paul the janitor, he’s usually in here on his smoke breaks.”

“That explains the ash and butts everywhere, for a janitor he doesn’t really clean up after himself.” She looked down at the floor and kicked a few of the said cigarette butts aside, “Paranormal Studies you say? Sounds like a secret almost.” 

“Nope, we are fully funded by the board.” Ray put his hands on his hips proudly, “You should come by and check it out! Maybe I can convince the guys to come and help you unpack so you’re stuck in here all day.”

“That sounds like a good plan. Lead the way Dr. Stantz.” She said with a smile before following the man down the hallway.

“Hey guys!” Ray grinned as he opened the door and stepped back into the lab, letting Kate come in behind him, “We have a new neighbor.” No movement or acknowledgement from either man made the woman look at Ray skeptically.

“Wow Ray, didn’t realize your colleagues were just mannequins that you positioned around the room.” She said playfully. Boom, that got their attention. The man on the couch shot up with such a speed he almost fell to the floor as he made his way over, hand outstretched and what he probably thought was an award winning smile stretched across his face.

“Pete Venkman, pleasure to meet you.” He said, shaking her hand, “Egon, get over here, Ray actually brought home a woman to meet us for once.”

“You lay it on pretty thick, don’tcha Dr. Venkman.” She responded with a small laugh. Her gaze fell to the man standing up from looking into a microscope, watching him pick up a pair of glasses and slip them on before turning in her direction.

“I’m Dr. Egon Spengler.” Just with that sentence, Kate could listen to him talk all day, “It’s a pleasure, like Venkman said.”

“Dr. Kate Harrison, and the pleasure’s all mine.” She smiled brightly.

[virtuajxp]

This story was really good, i can see the steam build up on Egon’s glasses!

Here’s some of my shitty smut writing for Spengler and my oc Kendra

DNI 18+

Takes place just around the start of the movie, sorry if my writing for it is bad, I should rewatch the movie.

Egon twirling the keys on his index finger, standing outside the open garage door on the hot summer day, waiting for the young colleague of his to show up, she did at least ring and say she would be about ten minutes late.

Soon a frizzy mop of light brunette hair could be spotted as she jogged down the sidewalk. Her crossbody purse bouncing against her hip as she crossed the street. Reaching the taller scientist, she rested her hand on the wall of the firehouse next to him and struggled to catch her breath. “Remember, count slowly and breathe in on the odd numbers. You know, I could’ve picked you up.” Egon stated and stopped spinning the keys, straightening his back and crossing his arms. “I didn’t wanna bother you.” Kendra said, finally being able to breathe. Egon chuckled and put a hand on her shoulder, immediately getting her full attention. “You’re asthmatic, you shouldn’t risk it like that in this heat.” Kendra rolled her eyes, even when he was completely right.

Egon unlocked the doors to the Ecto-1 and got into the passenger side. “You sure we couldn’t just get a rental to drive? I don’t wanna wreck the Ecto.” Kendra explained and got into the drivers seat, immediately noticing the gap between her and the wheel. She reached down, looking for the adjuster by the door. Egon raised a brow and reached over, his long arm going down under her seat and pulling it forward. “It’s got good insurance, plus it gives Ray something to do.” Egon sat back in the seat and buckled up. “Plus it’s best for all of the ghostbusters to learn how to drive her. Now, start it up.” Kendra buckled her belt and put the key into the ignition and turned over the car, it roaring to life.

Kendra nervously navigated the streets and listened as Egon taught her how to drive the large car. “So you would trust me to drive this?” Egon raised a brow. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re careful, you know the basics, I see you fit to drive.” He patted his hands in his lap, soon noticing a woman running from a building and papers flying around her. “A ghost? Shit, it’s just us that can deal with this.” Egon pointed his finger at the empty parking spot. “Let’s go.” Kendra nodded and turned into the spot, Egon grabbing the radio and talking to Janine about what they were doing. Kendra turned the car off and ran around to the back, pulling out the uniforms, spares they kept for busy days. “Shit, where’s mine?” She said as she searched and instead pulled out Egons usual and his darker shaded one. “Doesn’t matter, put one on.” He said and grabbed the light beige one from her, pulling it over his clothes.

Finally ready with uniforms and packs, the two went into the small store, where a smaller roaming vaper was, just flying around and knocking stuff over. Egon nodded to Kendra as she went to the otherside of the ghost, almost following Egons moves exactly as they captured and trapped said ghost. The store owner popped up from behind the counter. “Thank you so much!” He yelled and got Kendra in a hug, which caused her to stiffen. Egon was writing the invoice and handed it to the man. In the fakest voice ever, Egon tried to act panicked. “We have another call, this one’s a big one.” He said and grabbed Kendra from the man and rushed out the door.

Kendra laughed and sunk down into the drivers seat. “You really have to get better at lying.” Egon rolled his eyes and unzipped his uniform. “Let’s get the trap to the containment unit.” Kendra started the car. “That sucks, I wanted to drive with you more Dr. Spengler, maybe even try it with the sirens.” Egon looked over at her newfound driving confidence. “I could drop it off and we can continue, I will admit, your driving is kind of soothing.” Kendra smiled and put her hand on the switches. “Please?” Egon chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Go ahead.”

Kendra flew through the streets of New York, siren and lights going, Egon holding onto the seat for dear life as her faster driving was more feral, but a thrill as well. He watched the new sparkle in her eye as she drove, her smile wide, her crows feet gaining definition as she smiled. He felt a slight relief as she turned the sirens off and pulled into the station. Egon held the trap in his hands. “Come in and take that uniform off, it’s way too hot for this heat, I have some spare shirts if your top has too much sweat on it.” Kendra nodded and got out, leaving the car running as Egon took the trap to the unit, she went to his locker and grabbed the shirt, heading to a bathroom to change.

It was late by time the two went out driving, so Egon opted for him to drive, just so she could get a look at the night before driving in the dark with the Ecto. His clothing didn’t change much, aside from rolling his sleeves up and losing his tie. Kendra watched the street lights go by as he drove. “Thanks for letting me borrow the shirt, I’ll clean it before I return it.” Egon shrugged and turned into a dirt road of sorts. “Keep it, I have plenty. We get those undershirts sent to us in bulk.” Kendra raised her brow as Egon stopped the Ecto at what seemed to be an empty parking lot, with a lot of foliage around it. “Egon, why are we here?” Egon put the car into park and turned to Kendra. “It’s a nice spot I like to go to every once and a while, aside from the lab. Come on, I’ll show you why.” Egon opened the door and waited as Kendra got out and walked over to him. Egon looped his arm in hers and walked to the edge of the parking lot, where a steep cliff showed, but so did a beautiful view of the city and sky. “It’s quite pleasing to the eye, isn’t it?” Kendra nodded and held onto Egons arm unknowingly tight. “You can’t even see the sky like this from the rooftops. But Egon, why’d you bring me out here?” Egon looked down at her naïve eyes. “You’re not stupid Kendra, far from it, but I think you should think into it, and not from a scientific standpoint.” He only gave her a few moments before it seemed to click in her mind, of to which Egon decided to wrap his arms around her body and pull her close. “You meant to bring me here to boost a romantic relationship?“ Egon chuckled and nodded, rubbing the fabric of his shirt on her. “Yeah, I mean we have chemistry, you’re compatible compared to most women I know, without Peters input.” Kendra slowly put her hands on Egons shoulders and caressed the material of the shirt. “I will admit the amount of times I’ve wanted to kiss you, the recent studies we’ve been experimenting with even making it escalate my emotions past just being coy.” Kendra blushed and tilted her head. “As in arousal?” Egon shyly nodded, his blush becoming apparent as well. “Well if we’re admitting these things…I admit, I’ve wanted to have sex in the Ecto-1, specifically with you doctor.” Egons ears nearly looked as if they were perking up. “Car sex is illegal, it’s under indecent exposure.” He said, his nerves starting to get the better of him. “That’s only if you get caught, and we’re in a very private area.” Egon realized Kendra’s sultry tone and he retracted his hands, adjusting his glasses. “I don’t have any protection, and there’s still a chance of us getting caught in the act plus there’s-“ Kendra cut off the man by kiss, his frantic overthinking being numbed as he focused on the woman.

Egon pulled back and looked down at Kendra, both visibly aroused from just the talking and kissing. “Let’s get into the car, it’s probably not a good idea to be just standing out like this.” Egon explained, putting his hands in front of him. Kendra giggled and rubbed Egons arm. “Did I accidentally arouse you?” Egon avoided her gaze at first, but eventually nodded. “I can give you some assistance Egon, let’s get into the backseat.” Egon went to protest but Kendra crossed her arms, and he retracted the unsaid statement. “What are you going to do?” Egon said as he slipped into the backseat. “Permission to take your trousers off and to touch you intimately?” Kendra asked as she got in after Egon and closed the door. Egon nodded and put his arms spread on the seat he was sitting on.

Kendra unbuckled his belt as he unbuttoned his shirt, assisting her in pulling his trousers and boxers down. Kendra looked down at the arousal of Egon, it was slender, but long. He had a decent bush of curly brown at the base, a bit of it trailing to his belly button. She wrapped her hand around his cock and slowly started to pump. Egons body slowly relaxed as she started to touch his cock, but it was slightly uncomfortable as she did it dry. It a moment of raw intimacy, Egon stopped her hand by grabbing her wrist and brought the hand that was on his cock closer to his face. A lump of saliva left his lips and landed into the middle of her palm, a slight trail still connecting it to his lips. Kendra got the hint and put her hand back on his cock with the saliva. It was easier to pump his cock now with the little bit of saliva. Egon turned his head towards her and let out a small moan. “Can I…touch you?” He stuttered out and motioned his hand towards her breasts. Sure they were small, but in an aroused state, and by personal choice, it was perfect for him. Kendra nodded and felt Egons hand slip up the plain black t-shirt, and felt his nimble fingers toy with her nipple. “No bra in my shirt…” Egon smiled and looked at the woman, her focus mostly on pleasuring him. “When we’re done, I’m taking you to a nice dinner, then making love to you.” Kendra smiled and kissed the corner of Egons lips.

The only sound in the Ecto was wet rubbing skin, and soft man moans. Egons light rubbing of her breasts soon turned into a firm grasp. His nerves on fire, his orgasm boiling in his core. “I…might…ejaculate.” He gasped and threw his head back as Kendra smirked and wrapped her lips around his cock, after having to remove his hand from her breast. Egons leg started to shake as her wet tongue rubbed against his cock. He felt his balls draw up and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the car seats. His orgasm hit him like a train, causing a loud moan to rip itself from his throat. His hips moving ever so slightly as Kendra pulled up from his cock and swallowed the cum. Egon huffed and laid back, trying to ease his reeling mind. Kendra sat close to him and rubbed his shoulder. “How was that?” Egon blinked a few times before swallowing the lump in his throat. “Very good, amazing.” Egon looked down at his watch, nearly gasping at the time. “Jeez, the guys are probably wondering where the hell we are.” He started buttoning his shirt. “I promise, I’ll take you on a nice date as soon as possible.” He lifted his hips and slipped his trousers on, tucking his shirt in and buckling his belt. Kendra smiled and wrapped her hands around Egons. “How about some Chinese takeout and at my place?” Egon slightly frowned. “If that’s what you want, but one day I’m taking you somewhere nice.”

Egon drove to Kendra’s apartment, parking on the curb as he ran out his side to open her door. “Egon, just because we’re intimate, doesn’t mean you have to be like this.” She teased and held Egons arm as he walked her to her apartment. “It’s my way of showing compassion, cut me a little slack.” He teased and rubbed the back of her hand.

Reaching her apartment was something Egon wished he didn’t have to do. Egon leaned on the doorframe as she unlocked her door. Once it popped open he frowned. “Egon, I’m not leaving for good, just the night.” She smiled and rubbed his shoulder. “I’ll still exist tomorrow, I’ll call you in the morning if you’re not busy.” Egon nodded and watched the woman kick open the door lightly. She turned to him and stood on her toes, giving him a good night kiss. “Good night Egon.” Egon nodded and watched the door closed. He stood for a few moments before convincing himself to walk away.

The next morning, Egon woke early as he usually did. He got dressed and ate his breakfast before walking to the phone and picking it up, dialing a certain number. It ran quite a few times before a groggy voice answered. “Egon, it’s five in the damn morning.” Egon chuckled. “How’d you know it was me?” Kendra smiled and leaned on the wall by her phone. “What normal man is up this early to call a lady?” Egon shrugged and agreed. “Give me an hour and I’ll be at the station.” Kendra rubbed her tired eyes and yawned. “Did you get enough sleep?” Egon asked, messing with the phone cord in his hands. “Yeah, it’s just early for me, that’s all. I mean someone had to keep me out last night.” She teased and chuckled, causing Egon to blush. “You know, I’m still wearing your shirt.” She whispered, as if anyone was listening. Egon rubbed his chin and smirked. “Oh yeah?” Kendra nodded. “It reeks of your musk, but I like it.” That’s when a voice that got onto another line interrupted. “So this is how nerds dirty talk? On the phone at that.” Egons body stiffened as he turned towards Venkmans office, seeing the silhouette of the man. “Venkman.” Kendra said in a monotone voice. Peter chuckled. “You crazy kids, hey, mind grabbing coffee on the way in?” He chattered. “Since someone woke me with his dorky sex talk.” “Venkman!” Peter held his hands up. “I’m just saying, I’m not sitting in the backseat till that cars cleaned Egon.” “I’m gonna hang up.” Kendra quickly said, Egon agreeing and following suit, both phones hanging up, leaving Peter with the dial tone.

[sxilor-1010]

I saw this cute picrew and I'm not kidding when I say I just HAD to do one of Egon & Selena. 💚💜

They probably went on a date and Peter took a secret picture while they were distracted. (And yes, Selena made flower crowns for her & Egon to wear while on their date.)

Link to the Picrew is here!

[eebydeebyderby]

Can We Talk?

A one-shot in which reader tries to comfort Egon after a lab accident leaves him shaken and a bit injured.

Inspired by this post for Whumptober for Day 1: Apology, but it leans much more towards hurt/comfort than true whump. Thank you for your patience as I start getting back into writing <3

General info:

Egon x Reader, established romantic relationship, hurt/comfort (Egon gets got), minor injuries, gender neutral reader

~1.8k words

The trap clatters to the ground when you regain consciousness, smoking and hissing at Egon's feet. You shake your head a bit, trying to clear your head, regain your bearings as you slowly look around. The lab is in complete shambles around you: papers scattered and fluttering about, tables turned over, equipment thrown on the ground, an overhead light is shattered and sparking.

You turn around to find Egon looking intently at you from just a few feet away, proton gun still buzzing in his hand, the trap still smoking at his feet. He's completely disheveled, his glasses askew and his hair a complete mess. His face is expressionless, completely blank except for the tears burning in his eyes as his fingers slowly ghost over the side of his face, the stinging handprint on his cheek painfully red and already beginning to swell into an aching bruise.

Your heart sinks into the pit of your stomach and you gasp. “Egon, what happened?”

He stays quiet.  

You start moving towards him but freeze when he sharply recoils away from you, backing into a bookcase and knocking several books to the floor around his feet, startling you both. 

Your heart starts pounding in your ears and your chest tightens, threatening to stifle your breath. “Egon, I'm scared. What happened?”

He just stares at you, blinking rapidly. 

“Can you tell me what happened?”

             Nothing. 

Then, finally, he shakes his head. His breath catches behind the lump in his throat and he struggles in vain to try and swallow it down, his entire body trembling from the tension building in his chest, threatening to burst.

You slowly, very slowly, walk towards him, broken glass and equipment crunching beneath your shoes. He all but flattens himself against the bookcase, but still lowers his proton gun as you approach, halting just a few feet from him.

With delicate, deliberate movement, you reach towards him, making sure he sees and knows your intent.  

When your hand is about an inch from him he squeezes his eyes shut. Your hand grazes the uninjured side of his face and he sucks in a breath. His eyebrows knit together and he tries to keep his breathing steady, but he's unable to bear it and flinches from your touch. You yank your hand back, accidentally knocking a large thermos off a table. It hits the ground with a harsh, resounding clang, startling you both once again. His gaze fixates on the thermos as it rolls along the floor behind you. You keep your eyes on him.

“I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry,” you sputter. 

Complete silence falls between you two. The only noises you hear are the sparking of the broken light fixture and your own heart pounding in your ears. 

"Egon, whatever happened—I'm so sorry; I would never want to do anything that hurt you. I'm sorry. Whatever I did back there, I’m so sorry." The words spill from your mouth before you can process them. You open your mouth for a split second as your mind scrambles to find something else to say, anything, but it draws a blank and you remain quiet. Then, you mutter, “I love you. I never want to hurt you.” 

His gaze snaps up to lock onto you, and it breaks your heart to see the tears welled in his eyes, so close to spilling over as he uses all of his willpower to hold them back. Egon is never one to express emotions openly, always keeping them guarded behind a shield of polite detachment. But, here you can fully see the sorrow etched on his tired face, the hurt and vulnerability and conflict and, something else, something you can't quite place—

He breaks eye contact and swallows. "I th—” His voice cracks and he clenches his jaw for a moment. “...I think it would be best if we separate for now." His voice is strained and unsteady. He swallows again, avoiding your eye. Then, he manages to eke out, “I…I need space. Please.”

His request hits you hard and you feel your own emotions swelling in your chest. You force yourself to take a deep, slow breath and you're grateful that your wildly beating heart calms down a bit.

“Okay,” you say quietly. “I'll be upstairs in the bedroom.”

The room is dark and quiet when you walk inside. The sky outside is beginning to lighten with the dawn approaching over the city skyline, bathing the room in a faint blue glow through the window. You sit down on the foot of his bed and think, think, trying to recall what happened before you regained consciousness in the wrecked lab. 

The two of you were alone in the firehouse. You remember helping Egon tinker with a live trap—the mechanism for releasing the entity into the containment unit was malfunctioning, and the two of you were trying to fix it. There was a loud bang, a flash of light. You remember yelping, then dropping your screwdriver, then crumpling to the ground, then—

Nothing. 

There's a tentative knock at the door, tearing you from your thoughts. “Come in,” you say.

Egon slowly opens the door and walks inside, his entire body still trembling. The bruise across his cheek is swollen and darkened into a splotchy red. “Can we talk?” he asks quietly, his voice thick with congestion. 

"Of course."

He sits down on the bed next to you and you have to suppress the urge to wrap your arms around him. You're facing him, but he faces the floor, arms slung over his knees and his hands clasped tightly together, trying not to meet your gaze. He sighs, unable to keep himself from shaking with nervousness. "I…don't know where to start."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

“It…The entity, it…” The lump in his throat seizes up and he quickly becomes overwhelmed. He sighs, starting to get frustrated with himself, and shakes his head. 

“That's alright,” you mutter. “It's alright.”

Silence falls between the two of you. You stay quiet, wanting to give him as much time as he needs. Your gaze wanders over to the window; the horizon over the city skyline now glows with the faintest hint of pinkness beneath the cool blue dawn. The street outside the firehouse is quiet, but you still hear the faint noises of traffic from the city. It's still too early for the birds to be awake, and you wonder if—

"I know it wasn't you.” His voice nearly startles you, and your attention immediately snaps to him. “It wasn't. I know it wasn’t, but I just…” He lifts his head to look at the ceiling, hands clasped firmly together in his lap, and you see the tears burning in his eyes. He clenches his jaw, trying to stay grounded. 

“Egon, can I touch you?”

He nods hesitantly, still shaking like a frightened dog. 

You stand up and slowly bring your hand up to the uninjured side of his face. He braces himself, squeezes his eyes shut, fearing a strike he knows isn't coming. “Hey, it's okay,” you coo. “It's just me.” Your fingers graze his face and he tenses, clenching his jaw as you gently stroke his cheek with your thumb, feeling the light scratch of his stubble. Your hand gently cups the side of his face and you delicately tilt his head up to plant a kiss on his forehead. 

The tension gripping his entire body finally bursts. He exhales sharply and gasps as tears flood down his face and you immediately pull him into a tight hug, cradling his head against your chest. Sobs spasm in his throat and he wraps his arms tightly around you, trying to pull you as close to himself as he can, despite his glasses going askew and digging sharply into his skin. His breath comes in short, abrupt gasps that rack through his entire body. 

“Oh, Egon…” you mutter, running your fingers through his hair. “Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

“I-I know it…it w-wasn't you,” he sputters between gasps. "It—...You would n-never say th-the things it said,” he swallows, struggling to force down the lump in his throat that’s stifling his words, and his voice steadies a bit, “or raise a hand to me, but it...it weaponized things that…that only you would know, things that I-I confided only to you and it—...I know it wasn't you attacking me, I know it wasn't.” 

His voice thickens as emotion swells in his chest and fresh tears drip off his jaw. He pulls away and looks up at you with red, swollen eyes, absolutely exhausted, markings dotting the areas around his eyes and on the bridge of his nose where his glasses were digging into his skin. You slowly bring your hand up the side of his face again and this time he leans into your touch as you stroke his cheek. He sighs and closes his eyes, relishing your touch, allowing himself to start gradually relaxing, fatigue weighing heavily on him. 

You look intently at him, reading the emotions etched plainly on his face, and you recognize the one from earlier that you couldn't quite place. You scowl a bit. “What's the guilt?”

He opens his eyes and looks at you, a bit befuddled. 

“Egon, come on. I've done things to you that would patronize Babylon the Great. I can tell when you're keeping something.”

He smirks briefly through his tears, the half-smile that is so delightfully Egon. It quickly fades and he sighs, trying to keep his breathing steady. “I should've been more cautious. It's my fault the entity broke containment.” 

Your brain scrambles between saying, ‘why do you say that?’ and ‘no, it isn't’ and you blurt out, “Why do you isn't?”

“I knew you'd disagree.” He pauses,  and you see a slight glimmer of humor return to him. “At least, I think that's what you're attempting to do.” He lies down on the bed and gestures for you to follow. You're more than happy to oblige and lie down with your head on his chest and your hand on his collarbone. He slings an arm around you and sighs deeply, sinking into the bed and allowing drowsiness to start taking control. 

“I think we should put some ice or something on your face,” you say, curled up against him.

He shakes his head. “Ice only works to temporarily replace one form of discomfort for another. It does nothing to actually aid healing.” He’s quiet for a moment and yawns deeply. “The lab is in complete disarray,” he mutters. 

“It's always in complete disarray.” 

He snickers. “You know what I mean.” 

“How about we worry about it later?” 

“Alright. We'll worry about it later.”