#egon is a simp

[ask-sister-solaris]

Egon with a reader who is buff???? I wanna pick up this man and chuck him around Istg-

He’s scared

Egon Spengler x buff!reader

Warnings: swearing

“You work out?”

You hummed as you fiddled with your baggy shirt. You always wore baggy, none form fitting clothes. You were helping Egon in the library waiting for Ray and Peter. Of course once they arrived things kicked off and you had to contain laughter when Peter got the ectoplasmic residue in his eye, jokes aside you followed Egon as rolled your eyes at Peter’s remarks. You’d been with these guys since day one back in college. And yet they didn’t know everything about you.

After Ray tried (and failed) to touch the spirit you all ran from the library. You walked with Egon as he calculated the results and finally told his peers that they may be able to capture and hold a ghost. Of course you were just excited as Ray and Egon, even peter was showing some excitement.

Fast forward to the first night at the firehouse and you were dressed in a tank top and combat trousers. You heard the door for the Chinese and headed to the dining/kitchen area, Egon nearly choked on his water seeing you “You work out?” You looked at him confused but smiled and nodded “course I do! If I’m going to be working within the parapsychology field I need to be able to handle myself, specially now I’m a ghost buster” you winked and hummed as you all began to eat.

As Janine yelled out and pressed the bell a grin spread across your face and you were the first down the pole and into your jumpsuit. As you set of to the hotel you felt Egons eyes on you still. His gave a look of good lord I want this woman to carry me.

[ghostbustersconfessions]

hi yeah its me again. I need Egon to tie me to the fire pole. also I saw a fic earlier where he and the reader are in a haunted location and he shoves the PKE meter you-know-where and I. Listen if I had to think about that possibility then so does everyone else

-rgb egon simp

whats the fic. drop the fic. let us know

[dragon-watcher03]

Egon Spengler.

That's it. That's the blog.

[tinyvesselhearts]

Thing Is (Protective Egon x You)

It’s a part of a slightly larger collection of one-shots but I’m pretty proud of this one so here it comes:

Egon x Reader/You No Y/N Rating: Teen and Up Audiences (minor injuries)

Thing is, he’s become too observant.

Egon knows you come to the station around 10 A.M. There’s no jumpsuits, car or equipment to maintain so you start with the kitchen. It’s not exactly a part of your duties: the guys are fully capable of washing their own, especially since they barely eat in. Yes, okay— he’ll agree none of them is a dishwashing phenomenon and they hardly ever manage to finish breakfast before their first call— but you can just leave the plates there and nobody would bat an eye.

You do it though. Without a word.

On Tuesday, while showing you monochromic ectoplasm bonds Type IV (Egon prompts it himself these days, no bribe included), he notices the skin on your hands is chapped. He knows you work with nasty chemicals while taking care of Ecto- 1 but you’ve always worn latex gloves— he’s seen them hanging on the heater, next to whichever colorful apron you chose for the day. The only time you work with your bare hands is while cleaning the kitchen. Wiping the counters. Scrubbing the sink.

You’re busy looking at the molecules of Type IV, while he does some research on what he calls The Collective. The sight of your dry fingers keeps nagging him though— there’s no way a simple detergent affects the cells so much— so after replaying all possible scenarios in his head, he can’t take it anymore. He pauses.

“You don’t have to do the dishes”, he states out of the blue. “You know that, right?”

 “Mhm.”

“Why, then?”

You swivel in your chair and look at him.

“I mean, why not? It’s like 20 minutes, tops. You come back to a tidy home and it costs me nothing.”

But it does cost you your hands, he wants to say. There’s no way it doesn’t sound creepy though, even by his standards, so he just acknowledges that with a hum and a thank you. Arguing is pointless. You’ll do whatever you want anyway. He’s not even here to make sure you take care of yourself while on duty.

What he does, however, is wait till the evening and inspect what that low- budget detergent is made of. He’s quick to spot the culprits. It’s a nasty fragrant and the artificial dye. No wonder your skin is irritated. That thing would be harmless if, instead of using your hands, you scrubbed the plates with a metal rod as a part of your morning routine.

Egon buys a new liquid— top shelf this time— and adds some stuff of his own. Some softeners. A nice scent. He pours it into the old bottle so that you don’t think twice. Just a precaution. In case you realized it wasn’t your soap and look for that terrible, skin- devouring slime. He places it near the tap. Then waits.

Over the following weeks he’ll diligently observe how your skin gets better every time you come down to the lab. He’ll see the rough edges get smooth. Fractured knuckles seal shut. Nails regain their shine.

He’ll notice how gentle your fingers are when you secure his slides under microscopic lens.

👻

On this particular Thursday everything goes wrong.

There’s a Class 2 Free- Floating Vapor who’s wildly attracted to funky shapes and vivid hues. It’s the ethereal kind: one whose molecular structure fluctuates. He pries on wallpapers, bedsheet and clothes, tears them up and snugs like an unhinged puppy. Catching him is comparable to squeezing slippery soap. What complicates things even more is that Peter has a clumsy day so even though they manage to trap the ghost, it slips out at the station because somebody forgot to follow a few basic safety tips. Cool. It’s all cool.

Egon knocks at the laundry room’s door. He enters. You’re inside, hanging freshly washed suits.

“We’ve got a situation”, he informs. “Please, wait in here for a few minutes.”

“Oh? You guys need help?”

“We’ll handle this. Venkman let the vapor out. It’s nothing.”

“Oh. Okay.” You straighten up and smooth your apron (it’s the yellow one, embroidered with bees— you wear it when you feel especially joyful and of course it’s got to be today). “I can help, if—”

“No. It’s all under relative control. Don’t worry about it.”

He waits for you to nod, then steps out and closes the door. Relative. Great phrasing, Doctor Spengler.

He powers up the proton pack. The faster they get rid of the ghost, the better. You won’t have time to get creative.

Peter’s pressing a gauze to his nose. It’s bleeding. Not from within though, looks like a cut and that’s relevant: if the vapor is capable of transferring molecules and strengthen bonds within different body parts at will, it could thicken its limbs enough to cause physical harm to humans. Class 2 are rarely aggressive— annoying, yes, destructive as well— but they aren’t interested in manhunt. Maybe this one’s been triggered enough to choose attack for defense.

“Who’s got the trap?”

“I do!” Winston kicks the pedal. “The stream won’t hold long enough though!”

Ray’s standing at the other side of the room, protecting their dear vehicle.

“We should stream it together from different angles! It won’t be able to wiggle out! Let’s try that and move him towards the trap in sync!”

“Baby, you’re lucky I’m a terrific dancer”, says Peter and aims at the ghost.

Egon assesses the situation. The vapor stays too close to the reception for their benefit— the massive wooden desk is going to be a great shield for the specter if they aren’t precise enough. The deeper they go within the station, the more damage they’ll cause. That’s not worth it. Too much precious stuff to risk.

They could try a bait. They’ll have to find some red herring and place it far away: ideally, further into the garage, near the door. Lots of space, no hiding spots. Relative damage control. Cheap repairs. No casualties, either.

He notices Janine’s scarf hanging over her chair: conspicuous, extravagant and frilled, covered in a cheetah pattern. A perfect lure for the ghost. It’s still Janine’s— and she’s upstairs, taking cover in Tully’s office— and once it’s all over she’ll absolutely hate them for destroying her garment. She’d cut their ears off for it, if she could. Luckily, she’s too small for that. Radical.

“Yo! How can I help you, boys?”

For the Mother of—

Egon turns his head. It’s you— standing right at the door in that silly, yellow apron— because of course you are. Hell, you’re an embodiment of what a perfect live bait looks like in this scenario. However, your position (from the strategic point of view) is the absolute worst. You should either take off that apron immediately or move away— and move fast.

“Gear up!” Winston shouts to you. “He’s actually dangerous! Scratched Peter in the face!”

“Guess I was just too pretty!”

The vapor dashes in your direction. It’s quick. You grunt, try to dodge and fail miserably: its slimy claws reach your neck and graze your shirt in a failed attempt to rip off the perky apron. You growl and crouch before Ray chases the ghost off with a stream.

“Ah. Funk. Shite.”, you grunt. “I’ll get the proton pack!”

Egon can’t fucking believe it.

He eases down the proton rod and appears in front of you in a few long strides. No questions, no warning, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack— then proceeds to literally carry you away from the scene.

“What the heck?!” You yelp. “Let me go!”

“Over my dead body.”

Ray and Winston struggle to aim, Peter does more talking than shooting— as usual— so the vapor dissipates and the streams slide off of its ethereal body. The moment isn’t ideal for being a knight in the shining armor but it’s as good as any. Your safety is more important than a burned wall or Peter’s personal opinion (he surely has one— he saw you two— he did a double take).

All of that is irrelevant. What matters though, is that Egon is aware.

You’re close. Locks brush against his ear and your breath is hot on the nape of his neck. The air tingles his tiny hairs. It tickles, it’s distracting and he tenses up, fingers finding their way into your hair. Then, the scent of soap he planted for you reaches his nostrils— and it’s good, it means you’re taken care of. Your hands clutch his jumpsuit— on his shoulder blades, on his chest— and pull at his damp undershirt just because it’s there, right underneath, warm and soaked with sweat.

You’re holding on to him for dear life. You’re around him, everywhere, all at once and it takes every ounce of his willpower to stay focused.

He lets you go in the far corner of the garage. You slide off. Your numb hands linger on his patch and under his collar. Eyes lock.

For a split second he fights an urge to lean in— to press his forehead to yours, to feel you’re right there, safe, away from danger. He almost does. Then he sees blood on your collarbone and his face turns stark.

“What’s that?”

“Um”, you look downwards and tap the stain with your finger. “I don’t know.”

“He scratched you.”

“ I mean, it doesn’t hurt now, so—”

“He scratched you.”

Something within him shifts. He’s all fire and smoke, jaw set, breath hot, eyes sharp and unrelenting. His fists clench, knuckles whiten, a wave of heat reaches his ears— and in this moment he barely recognizes himself.

“Egon…?”

“Winston!” He yells. “Set the trap!”

Your hands grab his sleeve but the grasp is weak, unsure— as if you wanted to anchor him before he does something stupid. Egon vaguely registers that. The fabric slips away from your grip and he strides away, gaze fixated on the ghost. He supports the proton gun on his arm and aims.

Ray picks up on this change of demeanor immediately.

“Ho, someone’s pissed!” He chants. “We’re shooting on three!”

Peter seems to come round as well. He tosses the bloody gauze on the floor (the wound he got is a sleek, clean line, it doesn’t seem deep) and clenches his teeth.

“You envied my pretty face, huh?”

What happens next is difficult to put in the correct order. There’s a loud shriek, a flash of streams coming from at least three proton packs, a loud zap and a warm glow. There’s also a burnt smudge on the ceiling, stretching all the way from garage door to the reception desk, an armchair on the first floor that’s set of fire and — for some inexplicable reason— two bulbs have just exploded.

Janine and Louis run out of the office. Everybody’s quiet. Thick smoke comes from the trap and the air is still until the red light on it switches on.

“…It’s inside.” Winston sighs. “Are you guys okay?”

Ray does a one over. The overall damage is considerable but Janine’s already prancing around the armchair with an extinguisher and the ceiling— well, it’s not like any client ever pays attention to the ceiling, right?— so everything’s taken care of. Peter extends a thumb in a weak attempt to show it is, in fact, alright.

“Yeah. I’ll go get changed. More than enough for today.”

Egon turns his head towards you. You’re still standing right where he put you: far away from the scene, unsure and anxious. His head is still burning. How stupid of you, how reckless not to listen to his request— how much unnecessary stress, how much disaster— what an idiotic move to ignore an explicit warning—

Ray is a perceptive guy.

“I’ll handle the trap”, he says and leaves the garage first.

👻

You take off the apron, blood splatter tainting a bee you embroidered yourself.

“…Oh. I doubt it’ll come off.”

Egon lets you into his lab and closes the door.

“It will”, he assures you. “Here, change. I won’t look.”

“Thank you.”

He lets you swap your ripped shirt for one of his sweaters while he skims over the first aid kit. There must be some ectoplasmic residue around the gash. If he gets a good quality sample, he could run a few tests and see how the molecular transfer works in reference to changing the ghost’s state of matter. It’s a first. If they could figure it out, that would be a real breakthrough.

“I’m, uh. I’m decent.”

Egon picks up a petri dish, a bottle of antiseptic spray and some gauze pads. He sits in a chair right in front of you, rolls up his sleeves and leans over to inspect the wound.

A long red line runs over your collarbone, up to your neck. It’s fresh, red splatters specked across your throat and chest but despite the impact, it doesn’t seem dangerous. He’s relieved to see the other end of the scratch— it’s right above your chest. The hem of his sweater hangs a little loose on you, allowing easy access. Thank God for small mercies.

The light is dim. It’s the blue glow he uses when he needs to focus. Crisp air wraps around him like a blanket. Drawers and tools are outlined by its faint radiance, particles of dust only fleeting in proximity— the specks move slowly, lazily, as if they had the whole time in the world.

Egon takes his time as well. He disinfects his hands, picks up a cotton stick and leans into your personal space.  Your body radiates with heat. He chooses not to think about it: instead, he works around the wound and collect samples. The tip gathers some of the ectoplasm left by the attack. He’s careful to avoid pressing against the slit— only prods at its edges, makes sure none of the cotton fibers get into your wound. Fingers brush against your neck. Your skin is warm.

You look up.

“Are you mad at me?”

“I don’t know what I am at you”, he exhales, then puts away the sample. He takes a scrap of gauze and soaks it with spirits. “It may sting.”

The cloth touches your skin. It’s cold and it burns.

“Eesh. Oof.” You nod. “Yeah, that’s the feeling.”

“Familiar?”

“Ah. Scout camps. We’d get a lot of these. Scraping your way through the woods and all that.”

Egon frowns, meeting your gaze.

“Weren’t your uniforms designed to protect you from those?”

“A cotton button- down skirt? Knee- length? Seriously.”

“…Okay, I can see your point”, he snorts— and you chuckle too, glint in your eyes — and it’s warm in his chest.

He cleans the gash way longer than necessary. Your skin seems so fragile up close. Drops of liquid sanitizer glide against it, guiding him through the task. He runs over them with gentle pads again and again, smearing the antiseptic into an even coat. Delicate swipes leave smudges, which’s irregular lines shapes gleam on your skin. The wound looks a little better. It’s a cue. He doesn’t stop.

“Egon, I’d like to thank you for all of this”, you almost whisper. “I know I screwed up. I’m terribly sorry. I should have been wiser and stay where I was told.”

He frowns. He was mad at you before you came down to the lab. He should still be mad at you but hormones are like tides— they rise and retract, they take over, then dissipate— and he’s just not feeling it anymore.

“We’re good”, he murmurs. “I’ve neglected the issue myself. I should teach you how to use our equipment. Accidents will happen. It’s imperative you’re capable of defending yourself.”

“You’re the experts though. I keep forgetting my place.”

“You’re not bound to a place. You’re a person, not a pet.”

There’s a slight swift in your expression. He doesn’t look— doesn’t dare, really, his demeanor is all too bothering— but your whole body relaxes, as if dead weight just fell off your chest.

“It’s been a long day but at least you got the sample, right? A silver lining?”

Egon looks at you. He’s met with a smirk but— heck, it must be the adrenaline residue or some unusual distress (he’s gotten considerably better at reading your emotions as of late)— he can’t interpret whether you’re being honest or sarcastic. Thin ice. Better make sure.

“Um. Was it wrong of me?”

“Silly”, you let out a laugh. “Not at all. I’m glad, as stupid as it sounds.”

He shivers but manages a smile. It’s chemistry or biology, one of the two. Ridiculous.

Both of you fall into comfortable silence. He finishes patching you up, while you’re just sitting there, looking over the lab. Your neck is close. Breaths mingle. It’s soft and warm. He could stay like that for the rest of the evening but there’s only so much proximity he can go away with (or handle) at once so he leans back.

“That’s all. Keep it dry. Clean in again before you go to bed.”

“Thanks. I’ll go put your jumpsuits in the laundry.”

“Yes.”

He raises from the chair but feels a grasp on his hand. He looks at you and freezes. You seem to purposefully avoid his gaze but dare to lift his fingers to your lips in a gentle motion. He’s not prepared for this. His mind is blank. He—

“No. I mean it”, you press your cheek into his knuckles, eyes squeezed shut. “Thank you for taking care of me, Egon. I owe you again. At this rate, I’d better start paying it off or I’m going to be in debt for a long time, huh?”

No, he wants to say. You owe me nothing, but he can’t utter a word so he watches you stand up, offer a smile and leave, snugly wrapped in his sweater.

There are some noises upstairs. They’re foggy. Later, he’ll be pretty sure Ray called his name at some point but the only thing he registers tonight is loud white noise, an ache in his ribs and warmth in his temple. He carries it to the kitchen, where he eats eggs for supper— then bathroom, where he takes a long shower— then his bed when he goes to sleep. He leaves his flip- flops on the floor but the feeling slides with him under the covers.

It’s late. It should go away, dissipate, but it doesn’t. He counts sheep, tries meditating and stretches every breath to ridiculous extends. It doesn’t help though: it’s still there, strong, unrelenting, it keeps him awake for at least two more hours.

He’s not stupid. He recognizes the symptoms.

He just doesn’t recall struggling with them so damn much.

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For those who have already read it: SORRY for posting it again, I just wanted to make it easier for people who exclusively use Tumblr to get to know this piece of fanfiction ;__; Have a great day, thanks for putting up with my antics, I LOVE YOU ALL

[h-harleybaby]

Is ghostbusters (specifically rgb) niche because I’m about to lose it and start looking for ray stanz x reader and peter venkman x reader

I’m not ready to admit that rewatching it made me remember old crushes IM NOT READY

[ascendedbananamaster]

My sister wants herself a man who collects spores, molds, and fungus

[spxnglr]

INVOICE || @daemondaes

[thicc-ray-of-sunshine]

I'm writing Egon fanfiction rn because I MUST put my feelings into words.

[ghostbustersconfessions]

goddddd RGB Egon in a straightjacket.... struggling like a wild animal..... finally gives up and hangs his head and his pompadour is all dishevelled...... goddamnit yall what have you done

-rgb egon simp

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[ask-sister-solaris]

It’s true. Sometimes I just sit as think about what it would have been like to know him

Why do I do this to myself

[tinyvesselhearts]

I'm shameless, I know. It's my lockscreen now.

[egonspenglersweetie]

Billion-watt smile

Harold Ramis behind the scenes of GHOSTBUSTERS II for Entertainment Tonight

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || “Oh, that’s easy,” The Doctor grinned, leaning against the wall. “Ten out of ten. Was there ever a question?” || @anywherexwhen

IN AN INSTANT, HIS CHEEKS FLUSHED. Clearing his throat, he decided to busy himself with - well, something. Anything. His hands swept up a blank clipboard and pen, his face conveniently concealed behind it as he spoke:

❝ I'm still annoyed at you for throwing the manual away again. ❞

[spenglersweetheart]

*Screams*

THAT ONE SCENE WHERE PETER ASKS EGON HOW SCHOOL IS AND ABOUT GHE SCIENCE CHICKS AND HE MAKES THE SEX JOKE SND READERS JUST THERE STARING BCS THEY KNOW FOR A FACT EGON IS A STRAIGHT UP SIMP FOT ONLY GHEM

OH MY GOD YES ABSOLUTELY

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( note : i added the gif too teehee 🤭 )

You and Only You

Egon Spengler x Reader

WARNINGS : dirty jokes tee hee

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YOU WERE IN RAY'S OCCULT SHOP. YOU WEREN'T doing anything interesting. In fact, you had just found a book that you were interested in and started reading. You were pretty much in your own world, other than the fact that they were talking about Dana's wild baby carriage and what had been the cause of it. Egon told you, and they had to keep it a secret from Peter. You can do that very well.

You heard the bell ring. That was a signal that someone had walked into the occult store. You just so happen to glance up and see Peter walking in. You sent a quick "psst" Egon and Ray's way. Your way of telling them to stop talking about it.

You pretty much kept focus on your book after that, but your ears were still pretty much sensitive to the walking around you. You weren't eavesdropping (okay, maybe you were a little bit). But they were in hearing range. What else were you supposed to do?

Peter had started talking to Egon. You overheard their conversation.

"Hi Egon, how was school?" Peter said, "I'm sure those science chicks dig that big cranium of yours, huh?"

"I think they're more interested in my epididymis," Egon replies back.

Your face slightly heats up at the joke. He knew that Peter wouldn't understand, but you would. You look up from your book, your eyes only peeking out of it. You catch sight of Egon, who gives you a smug grin, and you could've sworn that he gave you a wink.

You felt yourself hide behind your book. But you knew better. You knew that joke was directed toward you in the first place. Egon didn't care about those science chicks. Neither did you. Well, sometimes you didn't care. You didn't know why it really worried you either. You knew that Egon was yours and only yours.

You hear footsteps come your way. You look up from the book to see Egon. He eventually sits next to you, and you finally put your book down.

"You smartass," You say with a chuckle, playfully nudging him, "That joke was for me wasn't it?"

"I knew you'd understand," Egon replied back.

"Do the girls actually dig your epididymis?" You ask.

Egon shrugged. "Dunno. I know you are, though."

"Egon Spengler, I should wash out your mouth with soap," You say to him, playfully hitting him with your book.

"C'mon, Y / N. You know there's no other person that I would rather have but you. Yours and only yours, you know," he tells you.

You give a smile. "You're too sweet to me, Egie."

[spenglerssweetheart]

How about the reader(perhaps female or gn) having strong arms, helping Ray picking up heavy equipment here and there, unaware of Egon's impressed gaze, silently going "AWOOGA!" on his head XD

It'd funny seeing Egon simp on the reader the way we simp for him.

Idk why this req made me really excited and AHHH !

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Woah

Pairing- Egon Spengler x Fem! Reader.

Description- as above in request.

Warnings- None ? (If I miss anything pls let me know!!)

Busy days at headquarters we’re almost never great. With things always happening one way or another. Today was going good so far as they haven’t really had any major calls. Only Ray was busy moving things in and out of headquarters.

“Move it right there, that should be good” Ray said as he instructed Y/n, an old friend of his. He had gotten more things for everyone, some to make modifications to the ecto-1 and to add stuff into the lab. “Is right here good?” Y/n asked as she picked up another heavy box full of things. “Ah- Actually move that one right here, sorry Y/n” Ray replied as he helped Y/n.

Coming down the stairs were Peter and Janine, seeing the girl lifting the boxes and such. Glancing at each other, they continued down the steps before she turned to see them. A small huff leaving her lips as she recognized Peter. “Hi Pete” She smiled and he looked confused “I’m sorry, do I know you?” He responded as he pointed to himself. “Dorky freshman in your college class?” She replied as she placed her hands on her hips.

“Y/n? I didn’t recognize you, I thought you moved out of state” “I did but I decided to come back, and I’d hug you but I’m all sweaty” she grinned as he had started to move towards her. Ray only watched with a smile before clearing his throat. “I should get back to uh helping, but we should catch up later” Y/n trailed off before turning back to Ray, helping him pick up a large box.

Janine turned to Peter “Who’s she?” She asked with curiosity as she eyes the girl up and down. “An old college friend of mine and Ray’s. Why, you jealous?” He teased as Janine gave him a blank stare “I mean, She could be some great help around here, since you promised me you’d hire more help” “I’ll think about it” Peter responded to Janine before walking back into his office, only peeking out at times to catch a look at Y/n.

Hearing the commotion, Winston and Egon come down from their designated spaces as they looked around for the source, stopping place when a dark curly haired girl passed in front of them in a blur. Looking over to Ray, they saw he was talking to said girl. Winston simply shrugged and went back to where he was, Egon on the other hand couldn’t help but stare.

With the way Y/n looked as she talked to Ray about whatever it was they were talking about. The way her curls were coming loose from the ponytail she had, to the way the sweat glistened on her skin as small muscles tensed here and there. Egon couldn’t help but stare, he was attracted but he couldn’t talk to her. She probably already had a boyfriend, or was possibly dating Ray already.

Blinking rapidly, Egon snapped out of his daze once he really she was directed his way with a slight grin. “ ‘Scuse me, I’m so sorry” She said she passed Egon, going to pick up a really heavy part, acting as if it was the lightest thing in the world. Feeling his cheeks heat up, he moved back a bit as he watched her carry the part to Ray, staring once again.

This time he couldn’t help but notice that the sleeves to her t-shirt had been cut out and cropped while there were some slight rips in her jeans. As she walked past once more he noticed way her muscles flexed when she walked and continued holding the part with such ease. (sleeper build go crazy).

Watching as she set the part down, he saw how her t-shirt had lifted once she stood, showing off her abs, still not out of his daze. With a small cough, Peter was now beside Egon with a smug smirk on his face as he glanced between the Y/n and Egon.

“Whatcha starin’ at Egon?” Peter asked with that leading tone. Clearing his throat, Egon glanced at the ground before at Peter “Nothing Peter. Nothing at all” “you’re such a terrible liar, y’know that?” He laughed as he patted his shoulder. “You should go talk to her, she seems nice” Peter told Egon before he walked away.

Glancing back, he noticed Y/n and Ray were gone. He sighed with a little disappointment as he made his way back up the stairs and into the lab where he was working before. Meanwhile, Y/n and Ray had gone outside to smoke a cigarette. Standing against the wall, y/n looked around her. “It’s still so odd to be in New York” she huffed as she looked over at Ray who was also looking around.

“I forget you aren’t from here. We’ll do you like it so far?” Ray asked her as he passed her the cigarette, watching as she placed it between her lips. “It’s alright, but it’s not like where I grew up. Like the country was so much more simpler than the city” Y/n replied, blowing out the smoke she inhaled.

“I get it. After this, you wanna get inside and shower, you are a mess and I know how you get” Ray grinned as he got the cigarette back. “Oh I would kill for a shower right now. Do you remember where I left my backpack, I swear I bought an extra pair of clothes.” She asked as she began heading inside to look for her bag.

Following her in, she had found it before Ray began to lead her up to the showers, passing the lab that Egon had so happened to not be in. As Ray had gotten ahead of Y/n, he gently knocked on the closed bathroom door. They waited for a bit as Ray had heard a bit of movement in the bathroom before the door had opened slightly fast.

Clearing his throat, Egon glanced at Ray before seeing Y/n right beside him looking around. Catching side of her, his face quickly became flushed as he stepped aside so they could enter, only it was Y/n entering as he had become so flushed in the moment, Ray had began to walk away. “My apologies” Egon exclaimed before he rushed off to the lab once more.

Y/n could only laugh quietly. She had that kind of affect on people, but she never really noticed till now. Before she made her way into the bathroom, she thought for a moment before making her way in and setting her things down. Undressing rather quickly, she turned on the shower, before getting in. Spending her time thinking as she showered.

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After her shower, she exited the bathroom fully dressed with the towel around her neck as she had been drying her hair that way. As she walked out of the bathroom, she looked around with curiosity before going in the direction she came from, passing the lab. Poking her head in she didn’t see anyone before she continued going down the stairs, stopping once she heard a few voices. Only two being familiar, the other three she didn’t know.

“All I’m saying is, she could be some great help around her. Plus it would be nice to have another girl around here” A feminine voice said. Sitting down to listen, she was quiet with her movement being extra careful. “With another thing I should add, Egon things our good friend Y/n here is attractive and he could have a potential crush. Maybe I could set them up, or should I keep her to myself” She heard, Peter.

Rolling her eyes she sat back and listened. “I don’t know guys, she just moved down here. I’d have to talk to her. She was literally here just to help me move these things for you guys, because I knew some of you would be busy or flat out wouldn’t. Just let me talk to her and we’ll see” She heard Ray explain before more footsteps going around.

Standing up, she had seen the same white coat from earlier coming up the stairs. continuing to go down and act like she didn’t see him, she accidentally bumped shoulders with him. “Oh I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there” She exclaimed as she felt his large hands on her arms, guessing to hold her so that she wouldn’t fall.

“Are you alright? I apologize” Egon said, looking anywhere at her before realizing the hold that he had on her. If it was possible, his face and ears had warmed up even more than usual before he had let go, making a small laugh leave Y/n’s Lips. “I Uh never got caught your name dear” Y/n said softly as she held her arm out to shake. “It’s okay I don’t bite” She grinned before Egon took her hand.

“I’m Egon…Egon Spengler” He replied slowly, still rather nervous about her. She could only smile at how he was reacting, she thought it was cute. “I’m Y/n L/n, I uh grew up with Ray and went to university with Peter.” She explained. Though it may not show she was actually really nervous, but she was able to make it seem like she was perfectly fine.

“Makes sense as to why the guys made such a fuss about you being here” Egon explained, finally looking down at Y/n. With a quirk of her brow, she grinned and tilted her head. “How big a fuss did they make?” She asked as he began leading her up to the lab. “Quite a huge one, I thought they were going to throw a big party”

“Glad they didn’t.” She responded, looking around once again. “Why? Do you hate them?” He asked out of sheer curiosity. “I loathe them. I don’t see the reason to y’know throw a big thing for something so little. I prefer being alone reading or painting or something “ she explained before realizing she was over sharing.

“Sorry, I tend to talk on and on and I don’t realize until I’m done” she apologized as he had led her into the lab. “Woah” She gleamed as she looked around the lab. Seeing all kinds of funguses and studies, she walked around, looking closely at the jars Egon had organized. He was genuinely impressed, with a slight raise of his brows and the little parting of his lips, he watched her movements carefully as she had stopped at an unmarked jar, watching as her eyebrows furrowed and her lips formed a thin line.

“What’s this one?” She asked as she looked over, her finger gently tapping the glass. “I hav- I haven’t named it or at least figured it out yet” He stuttered out after being caught staring. “It’s lovely, is it safe?” She asked, Egon now walking over to stand beside her “I only logged the growth and such, I’ve never really taking the risks to take them out unless really necessary” He concluded

“Makes sense” she agreed, her eyes never leaving the glass jar. She was fascinated by its beauty and Egon just so happened to be fascinated by her. Maybe they have a few things in common after all.

I seriously wasn’t sure if I should add more or not but it’s been like three weeks and I’ve been adding little by little. I’m scared I’m gonna get hit with writers block because of how busy I been. I swear my lovelies I am not ignoring requests, things take time.

I hope you lovies enjoyed reading and hope to read some more. I hope you have a great morning/afternoon/evening. I love you! Bye!