Anyways I can’t believe it’s nearing 4 years since I got into ghostbusters and I think that’s really crazy. To me at least. My favorite of the films will forever be ghostbusters 2 and you will not convince me otherwise that it is a bad movie. It is not. You guys r just haters :P/j

As a joke for that December I made it a goal to watch ghostbusters 2 every single day and lowkey? I noticed a lot here n there, I guess that’s what happenes when you watch the same movie every day for 31 days.

Uhmm but yea idk I love them, the critters, they make m e happy

I'm so sorry, but I'm lazy dumb

Doctor of my body. ( joke )

Pairing: Egon Spengler x F!Reader

Tags: Fluff, Sleep Deprivation, Egon being hardheaded

Rating: G

Summary: Egon's been in the lab all day and night. You really don't want to have to go drag him out, but it's getting to a point.

Notes: I’m in Chicago rn, so it only felt right to pay homage to my man😛

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You, along with everyone else, knew how hard of a worker Egon was when it came to their paranormal research. All of the boys were, but him especially. The only one who came close was Ray, the difference was Ray actually knew how to take care of himself.

It has now been approximately 14 hours since Egon disappeared into the lab, and hasn’t shown any signs of leaving any time soon. Of course he’s been in there for longer on other occasions, but considering he had already been out on calls late the previous night, again all this morning, and he went straight to the 3rd floor upon returning to the firehouse, this was ridiculous. Ray had been up there with him for a significant portion of the time, but (like any sensible person would do by now) had gone to bed hours ago.

This just happened to be one of the nights you slept over at the firehouse. You had your own place and stayed there when you had to be at work early for the sake of your commute, but on your more flexible nights you like to come stay with the boys. It was fun, almost like sleepaway camp, especially if Janine or Dana stayed too, but the best part was being with Egon. The two of you were so busy as is, so it was nice to have some time together when you could. Which is why it sucked when he locked himself upstairs.

The alarm clock on the bedside table flashes 3 am in bright red pixelated numbers, but you still find yourself unable to fall asleep. It’s not like you aren’t tired, because you are, but something else entirely is keeping you from rest. You didn’t think you were one of those girls who can’t sleep without their boyfriend, after all you live alone and sleep just fine, but it’s like your body knows he’s nearby. You love Egon and how dedicated he is to his research, but you love when he pays attention to his needs more.

After around another 30 minutes of tossing and turning you sit up. For both of your sakes, this has to end. You get out of bed and make your way to the 3rd floor, the only light visible being from the moonlight shining through the windows and the sliver of light bleeding from under the laboratory door.

You knock, as is polite, before pushing the door open and entering. The room, as you expected given the amount of time it’s been used, is kind of a mess, papers scattered everywhere, test tubes left abandoned on random surfaces, various screens showing frequencies that you have no idea what they pertain to. At the center of this is Egon, looking quite a mess himself. He’s at the desk hunched over a microscope, curls sticking out every which way, glasses askew, black t-shirt slightly stained with… something, and his coveralls bunched around his waist as he hadn’t even bothered to take them off. This uncharacteristically rough appearance would probably be incredibly sexy if it weren’t for the fact that he looked like shit.

You doubt he even  heard you come in, so you try to make a little noise as you walk over so as not to startle him. He doesn’t look up from the microscope as you lean on the desk, trying to make sense of the clutter surrounding him. “...Egon?”

He doesn’t show any visible signs that he heard you, so you’re surprised when he speaks, “Good evening, honey.”

“Do you know what time it is?”

He shakes his head slightly, but not enough to disrupt his line of sight from whatever it is he’s examining, “No, I haven’t checked in a while.”

You look around for a clock to no avail, it’s probably somewhere under one of these seeming infinite papers. “I’d say it's around half past 3.”

“Really? I guess I haven’t been working as long as I’d thought.”

“...AM, Egon.”

“...Oh.” He’s seemingly caught off guard at the time,as he should be, but he snaps back quickly. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

You have to refrain from rolling your eyes, but it’s not like he’d see if you didn’t. “Well yeah babe, and so should you. You’ve been in here since this- well, yesterday, morning.”

Egon sighs, scribbling something on a sheet nearby, eyes not leaving the scope lenses for even a second, “I know, honey, but I really need to finish with this.” He pats your hand blindly, “Go to sleep, I’ll try to be down soon.”

Yeah, right. “Can’t sleep, otherwise I wouldn’t be up here.” You move to stand behind his chair, resting your hands on his shoulders. “What’s so important anyway?”

He adjusts something with the scope before writing something else down. “We’ve found some pattern residue left by different subjects on a few busts, so we’re trying to check for any correlation.  Ray left a while ago and I want to get these samples logged before any more show up.” He frowns, adjusting the lens again, “It’s just, all the other specimens were normal, but I’m having some trouble with this one in particular…”

You look over his shoulder in an attempt to see what he’s talking about, and you find the problem almost immediately. “Um, Egon, you’re not exactly looking at anything right now…”

His frown deepens, and he looks closer into the lens. “What are you talking about, it’s right here?”

You frown, you’ve seen him tired but not usually this out of it. “Babe, I’ve used a microscope before, and I’m pretty sure there’s nothing in the tray.”

For the first time since you’ve been in the room he leans back, squinting at the change in light. He pulls back the magnifiers to find that you’re right, the tray is empty, meaning he’s basically been staring at dust particles for God knows how long. “Oh… I guess I forgot to put it in.”

“Egon,” you sigh. You suddenly wish you hadn’t told him , because now his eyes are right back glued to those damn lenses. “Please come to bed, you’re not even being productive anymore.”

He sighs, shaking his head. He knows you’re right, but he’d rather not admit it. “It was a mistake, it was unlike me, but I’ve fixed it. Thank you for making me aware, now I’m being plenty productive.”

“Really?” You reach over his shoulder, picking up the sheet he’s been scribbling on. Calling it chicken scratch would be generous, as it is entirely illegible. “All you’ve written is literal nonsense, and I’m not saying that because I don’t have your PhD.”

He smirks, apparently thinking you’re joking. “I know my handwriting can be bad, sweetheart, but I think you’re exaggerating.”

“Hm, ok.” You drag your finger down the page to a long line of what looks to just be connected pen marks, “Egon, can you read what this section says for me?”

He looks up from the microscope and sighs frustratedly, taking the paper from you. He’s about to do that smug thing he sometimes unintentionally does when explaining something science related that you don’t understand, until he looks at the sheet and his expression takes on the same look of confusion you had when looking at it. “What…” He takes his glasses off and cleans them before sitting them back properly on his face, “I’ve been taking notes here for hours, I swear I documented everything properly…”

The genuine distress on his face makes you feel sorry for him, so you hold back the ‘I told you so’s for later. “Now will you go to bed? You can’t keep working like this E, it’s not healthy.”

He looks up at you for the first time all day, and you notice how much worse he looks than you initially had thought. His eyes were damn near bloodshot from looking in that microscope so long, surrounded by circles so dark he almost looked like a raccoon, and his nose had slightly red indents from the awkward angles his glasses were sitting at for so long. The soft look on your face breaks his resolve and he caves, the energy seeming to visibly drain out of him. “Alright…”

You smile softly, grateful for the small victory. As he gets up he only manages to look even worse, as if the exhaustion didn’t hit him until you brought it to his attention. You help him clean up, attempt to that is, as the state the room is in will require extensive effort that neither of you care to exert right now. Leaving the rest for tomorrow, you turn off the light and the two of you head downstairs.

Egon really does look awful. Like, you didn’t think he could look worse than how he did when you found him, but you stand corrected. Whatever residual energy and adrenaline he was running on in the lab had vanished completely, and now he wanted nothing more than to fall into bed and not move for the foreseeable future. While you hoped this would teach him a lesson about pushing himself too hard, you both knew it wouldn’t, but at least he’d get some rest now.

You help him out of his clothes, and as much as the both of you are sticklers for good hygiene, you decide the shower can wait for a more reasonable hour. Besides, you can always change the sheets.

You get under the covers, both of your sets of arms coming to wrap around the other almost immediately. Even just having him here, knowing he isn’t somewhere trying to work himself to death, makes you feel more relaxed. Egon lays with his head on your chest, your fingers coming up to absentmindedly play with his hair. “You know, I love your commitment to your research, I just wished you’d do it in a healthier way.”

You’d said this partially because you thought he was asleep and hadn’t heard you, which is why you were surprised when he responded. “...I know. I’m sorry.” You can hear the tiredness in his voice, and you feel bad for bringing it up, but you don’t get to apologize before he speaks again, “Thank you.”

You frown, confused, “For what, Egie?”

He takes so long to answer that you think he’d finally fallen asleep, but he hadn’t, “I’m aware my methods of self preservation are… poor, but you handle them when I won’t, even by force if necessary. I appreciate that.”

You smile, your heart warming at the expression. You often worry that your nagging will only drive him away, so you’re happy to know that that isn’t the case. You lean down and he meets your lips in a soft kiss, further expressing his gratitude for you. He settles back on your chest and his eyes slip shut, a content smile now gracing his features. You press another soft kiss to his forehead, your own eyes falling shut, “ ‘night babe.”

He smirks, mumbling tiredly, “It’s morning, honey.”

Oh

My

God

Yes

Baby Fever

You were walking around the firehouse gently bouncing Oscar on your hip. Dana had called in a favour as she’d had to stay late at the orchestra for the all night performance. Naturally, you agreed, you loved little Oscar, how he was always curious and really really happy to see you and Egon almost all of the time. You cooed at him and rubbed his back, he was refusing to settle and it was worrying you. You tried everything, his bottle, his pacifer, even singing. You weren’t the world’s worst, you could hold a melody atleast.

You’d lost track of time and the guys were already back from their night time busts. The most recent had taken it out of all of them, and they were all covered in ectoplasm. You sat on Egons bed and held Oscar close. It’s like he knew they were back, and not from the smell. His eyes were latched onto the bedroom door waiting for Egon. That’s when it cracked in your mind that Oscar had wanted to wait for Egon to get home. A small smile spread on your face “he’ll be here in a moment why don’t we settle down okay?” He seemed to be calmer and more at ease now, letting you lay down with him resting on your chest. Within a few seconds he was fast asleep and you yourself were close to falling asleep. The bedroom door opened and the four men stumbled in tired beyond belief.

Egon smiled gently seeing you and Oscar on his bed, but something inside him switched when he realized how close you and Oscar were. You were always so motherly to him, you were always so sweet and kind, it made him want children of his own with you. Egon tries telling himself children would just hinder the ghostbusters, or they’d grow up without a dad, but every time he saw you with Oscar in your arms, it made his heart swell and beat a little faster. He sighed and took his glasses off putting them on his bedside before getting into bed with you and Oscar. You shifted in your sleep and held Oscar close as Egon snuggled up to you, his heart beating faster. He was never good with emotion, his parents rarely gave him any attention.

But every little kiss or nuzzle from you made his heart swell. His mind drifted to his bedside table where he was keeping the ring. Maybe in the future you two would marry, you’d have children of your own, hell you could maybe become a ghostbuster like him, then you could alternate between looking after your children. Egon smiled sleepily and kissed your forehead before he fell asleep.