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Ghostbusters Egon Spengler x GNReader: You cheeky boy, Egon!

Egon Spengler x GNReader

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You rushed through the busy crowds of New York, the streets packed with Christmas shoppers all scrambling to find the perfect gift for someone else. Coincidentally, that was what you were doing right now, scurrying around the bottom of the barrel to find something for the person you cared the most about; of course, he didn't know that and you intended to keep it that way.

Snow was beginning to fall from the dark sky, you hadn't noticed the time change. The last time you looked at your watch it was 12pm and now it was 4.30, what had you even been doing for four and a half hours?

Oh, that's right. You had been running around like a headless chicken, fighting to get into the doors of any shop to look for the perfect gift for the one, the only: Egon Spengler!

You were usually so prepared with this stuff, getting everyone's gift months in advance, yet with Egon, you struggled. Maybe it was because of your quickly developed feelings for him, impacting how he perceived you. This gift just had to be the best, otherwise, he could hate you forever, and that's a very long time.

Deep down inside you knew Egon wasn't a materialistic guy, he preferred things that would actually help him. You had talked to Ray, even done research of your own to find something that could be useful to him; but you came up empty.

You were currently standing in a department store, Last Christmas playing through the speakers, the harsh smell of perfume in the air. The store was slightly empty, just like a majority of the shelves; no wonder why there were so few people. At this point, you were just going to wing it, find something on the shelf that said 'Egon'.

Maybe a mug would do? A new jumper?

You could feel your beeper buzzing in your jacket pocket, pulling it out while juggling a few last-minute gifts; you couldn't help yourself they were just calling your friends' names. It was a message from Peter, no doubt waiting for you with the others at the firehouse. Ray and Winston had planned a small, emphasis on small, get together just before you all went your own ways for Christmas.

You were late. Very late, in fact.

Someone's in trouble. - Peter.

Sighing, you dumped the beeper back into your pocket and cast your gaze around the barren store one final time and then you saw it. Swinging on the shelf in the distance, thin and perfect, exactly what he had been asking for, or at least complaining about. Rushing over, you grabbed it in a firm hand, glaring a the old lady who was also approaching it. You ran to the checkouts, slamming the item down and rushing them along.

"Keep the change!" You yelled, grabbing the handles of the bag and tearing away from the desk, "And merry Christmas!" You added, a smile on your frozen lips.

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"There you are, thought you got swept away in the blizzard," Peter smirked, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, pulling you further into the warmth of the firehouse. You pushed his arm away, shaking your coat of snow and dumping the bags by Janine's desk, "Ha ha, Peter, you're so insanely funny." You deadpanned. Peter bowed, crouching by your bags trying to take a peek, "No looking, they're for Christmas."

"Okay, okay," he mused, hands in the air in surrender. Ray came out of the kitchen, a steaming mug in his hand, "Ah (Y/N), you finally made it!" He embraced you almost immediately. You squeezed him, tapping his back when it became too tight, "Oops, sorry." He apologised, but you waved him off. Finally, Winston and Egon joined you, Janine had beeped you saying she'd be late, traffic was hell.