#also i don't claim to be psychic but as soon as i saw the bases were loaded and the jays up by 5 i said this is going to be a 1-run game

[eyes-above--the-waves]

The bouncy outfield hugs just aren't the same anymore :(

[boneless07]

Psychic || Egon Spengler x Fem!Reader (Part 1)

Notes: There isn’t much Egon content in this as there is for reader, BUT. This is just part one of a scattered series of oneshots of Spengler & a psychic reader. This is also based off of GB 2, after the movie while business is booming. 

Warnings: none, introduction, short

                               ⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 – 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙

If you had a penny for every man that called you a liar, you’d have enough money to pay off your college debt... plus some. So, the fact that Dr. Venkman was sitting there, so blatantly being an asshole, it sent you into a semi-contained rage. You kept yourself calm and collected on the outside, but inside, you were saying every curse word known to man.

Dr. Venkman sighed. “That's–”

“Not possible?" You finished for him, smiling a bit to try and ease your mind. Your shoulders felt stiff and you needed to calm down... Nothing about you was special, or so he thought. So you really couldn't hold it against him. “I thought you were a Ghostbuster, the supernatural and weird is kind of your thing.”

“Our thing is busting ghosts--hence the name. We don't just let any random person come in here and claim to have psychic powers.” You scrunched your nose before he finished his sentence, taking slight offense.

“I assure you, Doc, I’m not lying--let me prove it to you.” 

You'd always had a knack for knowing things were going to happen before they happened. Like words coming from this rude man's mouth? Yeah, you knew them a split second before he did. Even if he didn't really speak them, you could still hear the words before he mentally hit backspace. (And because of that, you had a lot more knowledge about the womanizer that sat in front of you than you ever truly needed.)

You were still learning, though. And it didn't help that you were young to the whole “supernatural” thing. These powers only arose a good few years ago in college. You tried to ignore them, go back to normal life–But they'd grown since then, grown harder to ignore as well. 

The Ghostbusters were the best chance you had at figuring out what you were. Plus, you could put your talents to work in a place that respects them. Well, that's what you thought. You shifted in your place, moving a bit to the side of the couch to make room.

“Coffee?” The secretary walked back in, her bright red hair would've startled you if you hadn't known about it beforehand. You nodded a bit, smiling--earning a smile back. Then, after she poured a cup, ignoring Peter, she sat on the right of you, crossing one leg over the other.

“What are you in for?” She joked, but it didn't sound like much of a joke to anyone who wasn't you. You chuckled.

“I'm a little bit psychic.” You smiled at her response before she opened her mouth. Her eyes widened and a big smile placed itself on her face. She radiated badass with a hint of sweetheart. Or perhaps the other way around? 

“I'm Janine, and I'm a little bit psychic too.” She put out an arm to shake, mine met hers in the air. She smiled knowingly, shaking your hand tight. Her aura was a fun one to read, but you didn’t want to devote most your time to the secretary when the boss was calling you a liar to your face. You needed to find a way to prove yourself to him, somehow.

“I think the word you're looking for is psycho.” Peter interjected, earning the both of you to turn and yell. Janine was the one to actually reach out and slap him, she had the ability to--it was clear they were on friendlier terms than they let out.

As Janine was busy scolding Peter, you felt another aura in the building. Nerves flooded inside of you again, but as soon as you saw the man enter the room, they all vanished. You'd seen him, too, from the commercial. But seeing him in person was.. different.

Oh. That was new.

You saw a flash of sparce memories, of a life that wasn't yours. 

A science project on the pull of electrons in the third grade. 

A child's bedroom filled to the brim of college-level textbooks. 

A stethoscope, put on a library desk--a book hitting it. The man jumped.

A green glob of a ghost, greedily consuming a dining room table full of food. 

Him and three other men, one of them the man in front of you, battling a God.

The same four men battling another evil creature, some kind of.. slime.. included.

That was different. That was new. But moreover, you felt a strange connection to the man. A pulling, a pushing. His eyes found yours, curiously looking you over before moving onto the next thing--hurrying down the hallway with the clipboard in his hand. It was hard to read his thoughts, they moved a mile a minute.

Janine noticed you squeezing her hand, as she squeezed it back--when did you grab her hand in the first place? You knew you did, you just knew. But you didn't remember. You squeezed her again, like an apology, before gently letting go.

"Egon, sweetie, you ‘gotta meet our new friend!" Janine yelled out after the man, Egon. The man with large black hair and dark brown eyes. The man with the stoic, “he's-onto-something” and oh so serious expression. He was gorgeous. It was different to find yourself fascinated by a simple man with a not-so-simple life--you weren’t the kind of person to see someone and know you were meant to meet. But somehow you knew. And you wanted to know more about him. No, you needed to know more. 

He walked back into the room, bringing a fiddly feeling with him. He was wondering if he should've said hello before trudging off to his lab, but his worries were set aside when you opened your mouth. "Ah, finally, a man that believes me." 

You could see the confusion on his face before you heard it in his head. He turned to look at you specifically, eyes squinted a bit. He seemed confused as hell, and it was--oh god it was so laughable, the look on his face. His name echoed in your head with Janine’s voice, something you could’ve sworn you'd heard before. 

As he opened his mouth to introduce himself, you found yourself saying his name in wonder. “Egon Spengler,” You said your name quickly, wiping away the flustered look that he gave you from your mind. You said your name quickly, all eyes on you.  “Nice to meet you. I do hope your team will give me a chance.”

Egon watched you with curious eyes, as curious as he let them show. “Let’s run a few tests...”