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sporesmoldsfungus · 1 year

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Safety Net | Egon Spengler x Reader

Hi Everyone! This is my first time writing for Egon and I would be lying If I said I did not thoroughly enjoy myself. Im still figuring out how to use Tumblr, so any tips would be well appreciated. Hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 3.1K

Side note: look how cute our man is in this gif, I cannot deal!!!

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You grimace as you put your sleeve over your mouth, the smoke from the trap causing you to cough in reaction.

“I Don’t think I will ever get used to that smell” You murmur to Ray as you pass him the trap. You were both currently out of town on a job for an old opera house. The job required you to stay at a hotel last night so you could catch the ghost in question early that morning. The ghost busters usually didn’t accept jobs from out of town, but when the owner of the opera house mentioned a large check, Peter could not say no. Of course, he had no intention of doing the job himself, which was why you and Ray were in the current situation.

“Egon said it has something to do with the negative energy the ghost emit when captured” Ray explained, he also grimaced as he took the trap from you. He brought the trap over to Ecto-1 and threw it in the back before closing the door. “I cannot wait to get back and sleep in my own bed” He sighed.

“Yeah, me too. Those hotel beds were horrible” you agreed as you made your way towards the driver’s side of the car. Ray had drove you both to the location, you thought you would return the favour by driving home. “I’ll make sure the invoice for those rooms go to Venkman, he’s the reason we had to do this job in the first place” You joke.

“Always the same, even in college he always got the best side of the deal” Ray agreed as he got into his side of the car, immediately putting the heaters on after he sat down.”

“Oh please don’t remind me of Peter’s Sorority years, I’ve had enough pain today to last me at least a week” You grumble as you gently rubbed your neck. The ghost you had been hired to capture had a little bit of a nasty streak. Just as you were about to capture it, it had thrown you back into a wall, your neck and shoulder hadn’t felt right since.

Ray chuckled before asking in a concerned tone. “Are you alright to drive? I don’t mind switching”.

“I’ll be okay, an ice pack at home should do the trick” You smiled before turning the car on and starting your journey home. Ray’s selflessness was one of your favourite things about the scientist. No matter what the situation, Ray always offered to help.

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You firstly met Ray, Egon and Peter around eight years ago at Columbia University. As you walked through the door to your first lecture on parapsychology, you had noticed there was only one seat left available to sit in. Next to the free seat, sat the dorkiest man you had ever set eyes on. He had large round glasses that were definitely a decade out of fashion, but you couldn’t picture him wearing any other style. His slightly curly hair was neatly kept, and you couldn’t help but wonder what routine he used to tame it. The more you stared, the more you admired how beautiful this man was. From the way he had dressed himself in a suit just for a lecture, to the way his forehead was slightly creased due to the front on his face as he read over a book.

You slowly made your way over to the empty seat, hesitating before sitting down. “Is this seat taken?” you asked softly, a small blush covered your cheeks and nose.

The man’s head rose to look up at you, his frown softening as he looked at you. It felt like he had been staring at you for an hour before he eventually cleared his throat. “uh, no this seat is free” he nodded before awkwardly going back to his book.

You gave a small smile and sat down on the stool. As you brought your textbooks from your bag, you caught a glimpse of what the man next to you was reading. “you’re a fan of Joseph Rhine?”.

“Uhh, just a little bit of light reading” he replied hesitantly, as if he didn’t realise you were talking to him at first.

You gave a small nod. “I’m more a fan of Arthur Doyle, myself”

“The sherlock Holmes author?” he asked sceptically.

You gave an enthusiastic nod “Yes, many people don’t know that he actually does research in telepathy and seances too”. Just like every time you talked about anything on the lines of parapsychology, you could feel yourself becoming excited. Your family did everything in attempt to get you to choose a more ‘normal’ degree like English or Biology, but nothing could have possibly changed your mind.

“interesting” he mumbled; his face looked as if it was deep in thought for a moment before he opened up a notebook, and scribbled down the author’s name.

“My name is Y/N, by the way” you stuck your hand towards the man, a gentle smile on your lips. You were trying your best to follow your mother’s advice she had given you on the phone this morning. ‘Any day, is a successful day, if you meet a new friend’.

The man returned a very small smile before gently taking your hand. “Egon Spengler”

“Lovely to meet you Egon”.

What you were unaware of that day, was why Egon had been sitting alone, when in fact his two best friends were sat directly behind him. Peter and Ray were well aware of Egon’s most important rule. ‘I forbid anybody to sit next to me in lectures, talking is a distraction of learning’. Almost every day he had turned people down who were looking for a spare seat, earning his friends to cringe away in embarrassment each time. However, when he had looked at you, something changed. He realised that he, for some reason, would not mind being distracted by you. Of course, he later went home and tried to conduct a full study on why he felt this way, but it took him four years before he later came up with a reasonable conclusion.

Later that day, you were introduced to Ray and Peter, through the expense of Egon being the centre of one of Peter’s jokes. After that day on, the four of you had been close friends ever since.

******

After complaining about New York traffic for at least thirty minutes, you finally drove into the firehouse, sighing with content as you parked the car. “Home, sweet, home”.

As you got out of the car, a floating green blob flew towards you, it’s stick like arms wrapping around your neck.

“Awhh, I missed you too slimer” You chuckled as you hugged the ghost back.

“How come he never slimes you; I swear he has full control of that stuff” Peter grumbled as he walked out his office and headed towards you.

“Oh Peter, are you jealous that slimer loves me more? I’m sure he’d love to come and give you a cuddle too” You joked as you let go of the ghost, a mischievous smirk on your face.

“Don’t you dare” He warned, his eyes narrowing as he spoke slowly.

“Fine, you win this time. However, me and Ray have decided you are getting invoiced for those hotel rooms, after all, it was your call to take”.

Peter struggled to find a reply for a moment before sighing in defeat. “Whatever, just give the papers to Janine, I’m too tired to debate this one out”.

“What’s the matter? You’re not sick are you” You asked genuinely. If needed, Peter normally had the social skills to sell ice to someone who lived in the North pole.

“No, I’m not sick. But considering I’m paying for the hotel rooms, I need to call in a favour from you too” He replied, leaning against the side of Ecto-1 as he spoke.

You stopped unloading the equipment from the back to give him your full attention. “I’m not taking the blame again for you not closing the containment unit correctly”

“You forgot to close the containment unit again!” Ray rushed from behind the car, his face frantic as he looked between you and Peter.

“No! The containment unit is fine! Gosh, what do you people take me for?” Peter replied quickly, finishing the sentence with a scoff. “I’m calling in a favour because Spengz hasn’t left the lab since you went on that call”. He finally explained.

Your heart sunk a little as Peter spoke. It was not unusually for Egon to spend hours at a time in the lab, but you and Ray had been gone for over twenty-four hours. Egon tended to go through stages where he become so fixated on science, his personal health was forgotten to him. He had the potential to go days without eating or sleeping, which often made him ill and even more stressed out for a few days. The boys did their best to encourage Egon to stop working, but it just resulting in them being thrown out of the lab. The boys sometimes called you their “secret weapon” which they would release when things got bad.

You gave a sad sigh and nodded in understanding to Peter. “I’ll try my best” you muttered as you took a bag from ecto-1’s side door. You and Ray had picked up some snacks on the way home from your call that you were going to attempt to use.

You headed downstairs and gently tapped on the lab door before entering. “Guess who’s back” you said cheerily, trying your best to act like you were unaware of Egon’s shenanigans. When you entered the lab, he was sat at his desk, microscope at hand.

“Hey Sweetheart” he said softly, although you could hear the tired undertone in his voice. “How did the call go?”.

“It was just a class three, nothing we could not deal with. Although, it did get a little aggressive at the end” You explained as you came up and hugged him from behind.

He gave a soft smile and rested one hand on your arms that were wrapped around him, his other hand continued to write down his notes from the microscope. “You must be tired from the drive home, why don’t you go and get some rest” He suggested.

“Well, I was thinking perhaps me and you could get something to eat first?” you tried at your first attempt of dragging him from the lab. “We could order from your favourite Thai place.” You bribed.

“That sounds great, but I really need to finish my work on this new slime sample.” Egon replied with a sigh as he continued to work with his microscope. “I really think I’m onto something with this sample, the electrochemical bond is unlike any other we’ve encountered”.

“Oh, okay” you gave a small nod, thinking how this was going to be harder than you thought. “Well, I bought some snack on the way home from the call, we could share them in the meantime?” You suggested as you walked over to grab the bag you had put on the counter.

“I would, but I really need to test the polarity of this sample” He abstained.

“Egon, you taking a five-minute break to eat sugary treats with me will not cause Gozer to raise from the dead.”

This time he finally looked up at you, a million thoughts seemed to be going through his head before he finally said. “Okay, but only a few minutes” He agreed, moving over to the other counter to sit next to you.

‘Result!’ you thought.

You gave him a bright smile and laid out the packets of food in front of you both.

“So, did Peter behave himself whilst I was away?” You joked as you opened as packet of crisps.

Egon hummed. “Peter behaved like Peter, if that answers your question.” He also opened a box of twinkies as he spoke. “I suppose it does” You agreed. “I also came up with a new theory” You announced.

“And what would that be?”

“Peter actually loves having slimer around. In fact, I think slimer is Peter’s favourite supernatural entity.”

Egon gave a low chuckle and you mentally ticked off another achievement box.

“Are you sure you’re not lacking sleep? That’s the most impossible theory you have conducted” Egon asked with a small smile.

“Oh, I’m exhausted, those hotel beds should be burnt, they were horrible!” You exclaimed. You moved your neck side to side in order to relieve some of the tension. As you did so, your hair moved to the side, giving a plain sight to the side of your neck.

Any humour that Egon had managed to gather instantly left his face at the sight of your neck. Right under your hairline, a purply black bruise began to form.

Your neck and shoulders had been aching ever since the ghost had thrown you back into the wall. You had gotten your fair number of beatings when being on calls, but you always managed to just walk them off. You thought this was just like other times, but you were unaware of how much your neck was bruising.

Egon slowly reached up and brushed the hair from the side of your neck, exposing more of the skin. You couldn’t help but wince a little from the pain.

“What did this to you?” He whispered; his voice barely auditable.

You hesitated a little. “The ghost I said that got a little aggressive, he had a thing for throwing people too” You replied with an award chuckle, trying your best to lighten the mood.

Egon clenched his jaw. “You need to ice this” he mumbled before going over to the lab freezer and pulling out an ice pack. Before he placed the ice pack on your neck, he very gently tied your hair back with the hair tie you conveniently had on your wrist. You tried your best not to wince which caused him to murmur a small “sorry”.

“I’m okay. Honestly, it doesn’t hurt that much” You reassured, taking his place of holding the icepack to the bruise.

He sat back down next to you and gently took your free hand. “Y/N, you should really go and rest.” He told you softly, but with an authoritative undertone. “An injury like this is only going to heal with rest.”

Your eyes softened as you looked at him, really looked at him. The man before you looked exhausted. His eyes were dark but were still looking at you with pure love, His skin was slightly pale and his face had a slightly sad aura. Despite your friends attempts, nobody could persuade Egon to look after himself in the last twenty-four hours, but here he was, fully invested in your health and safety. Oh, the irony.

“Are you in any pain?” He asked sadly, his eyes frowning a little as he noticed your eyes starting to glass over a little with tears.

You slightly shook your head before leaning over and gently placing your lips to his. He seemed to relax at your touch, something that he had developed overtime. “I’ll make you a deal” You whispered as you pulled back to look at him, your face still quite close to his.

He gently rubbed the back of your hand he was still holding with his thumb. He remained quiet, waiting for you to continue.

“I will take a nap and rest my neck, but only if you come and keep me company” You bargained sweetly.

Egon let out a sigh, he looked over his should at the slime sample before looking back to you. “Alright” He agreed. “But you’re keeping the icepack on” He added as he stood up, his hand remaining around yours as he led you upstairs and up to the bedrooms. You and Janine had your own bedroom with two double beds. Meanings that Janine hardly stayed at the firehouse, you and Egon had partly claimed the room for yourselves.

“Now lovebirds, I don’t want to hear any noises coming from that room” Peter joked loudly as you and Egon got to the top floor.

“Oh slimer! Peter said he wants a cuddle!” You yelled loudly with a huge smirk. The distant yelling of peter could be heard as Egon closed the bedroom door.

“I love that little ghost” You beamed as you got a set of pyjamas for you and Egon from the wardrobe.

You both began to change into your pyjamas, Egon having to help you pull your t-shirt over your head due to the pain of your neck. As you got into bed, you gently took off Egon’s glasses and set them on the nightstand on your side of the bed, just in case he got any ideas about going back to the lab. You were a light sleeper and would wake up if he decided to slip out through the night.

Egon wrapped his arms around you as you cuddled up to him, doing his best to avoid your neck at all costs. Just as you were about to drop off to sleep, he mumbled “I’m sorry”. You gave a small frown and opened your eyes again. “You have nothing to be sorry for” you said almost instantly. You repositioned yourself so you were resting on his chest but looking up at him.

“I didn’t realise I was worrying people again” he said softly, looking down at you as he spoke. It had finally sunk in why you and his friends had been asking him to eat and rest a lot recently.

Your heart almost broke when you realised what he meant. “Oh Egon” You whispered sadly. You reached up and gently kissed his lips, his hand coming up to your cheek as you melted into each other’s grasp. “We all care about you so much” you told him sincerely.

He gave a small nod before softly kissing you again. “Get some rest” he mumbled as he pulled away. He gave the top of your head a small kiss as you repositioned yourself on his chest.

Egon acknowledging why people were worried was the winning streak in your eyes. He was not somebody who needed to be told something many times, as soon as he acknowledged an issue, he would do his best to change things.

“Goodnight, my love” “Goodnight, Sweetheart”

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gonzo-rella · 2 months

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Headcanons: Being Married To Old Man Ray Stantz

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

Relationship(s): old man!Ray Stantz x gn!also old!reader (romantic)

Warnings: Possibly inaccurate science words, because I'm a simpleton. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: Here's my first Ghostbusters thing! I've got a few other Ghostbusters fics in the works, mostly Ray-based reader-inserts because I'm in love with him, but I've also got a Phoebe-centric character study in the works that's based on part of her storyline in Frozen Empire. By the way, I loved Frozen Empire! I've already seen it three times, and it's such a joy. I'll try to catch it a couple more times at least before it leaves cinemas. Anyway, I haven't included any explicit spoilers for Frozen Empire in this, so you're safe to read this if you haven't seen it yet. I'd love to write more old man Ray Stantz fics, especially something involving Phoebe. I'm really excited to write for Ghostbusters, so feel free to send in requests! I've only seen the movies, but I plan on watching the Real Ghostbusters at some point soon. Also, even though I took my mum to see Frozen Empire the other day, I still don't have anyone to talk to about this movie, so please feel free to talk to me about it!)

It’s evident that, even after all of these years, Ray is still madly in love with you.

The adoration with which he looks at you is clear as day.

Venkman has always loved to tease you both about how sickly sweet your relationship is.

He will make fake gagging when either of you are affectionate to one another when he’s around.

(He won’t admit it, but he actually finds your relationship to be kind of cute)

It’s not like either of you are overly lovey-dovey, especially now.

Ray’s naturally a very passionate and expressive guy, but he’s rarely mushy.

Still, you show one another how much you care.

I have this idea that your silent way of saying ‘I love you’ to each other is holding the other’s hand, stroking their knuckles with your thumb and smiling at them.

It just seems so cute to have this thing that you’ve been doing for your whole relationship.

Ray knows you like the back of his hand, and you know him just the same.

It’s almost scary how well you know one another.

I can imagine that there’s been a time that someone’s asked one of you a question, and the other has been able to answer it with ease.

I love the idea of Ray being with someone who’s not a scientific mind like himself.

So, if you’re not as knowledgeable about the supernatural as Ray, you’ll still have picked up on plenty of information against your will, and Ray will always be impressed with and proud of you when you manage to regurgitate or understand his ‘science-y word salad’ (as you have referred to it).

He will also find it very attractive when you talk supernatural or science to him, but he tries not to make it obvious.

His eyes still light up like he’s a kid on Christmas when he explains supernatural stuff to you or tells you about a new psychically charged item he’s bought, and you find it so endearing.

Also, I can imagine him practically forcing you to listen to Podcast’s podcast when he discovers it, and you both end up getting really into it.

As devoted as he still is to his work and his supernatural endeavours, spending time with you is his greatest priority.

He might miss being an active Ghostbuster, but the silver lining of it is that he gets more time with you than he ever used to.

Even if you both used to be Ghostbusters, it’s nice to spend time together that doesn’t involve being covered in ghost slime and shouting over nuclear accelerators.

If you’ve not got anything else to do, I think it’d be sweet if you kept him company in his store.

Phoebe and Trevor are your honorary grandkids and you and Ray are beyond proud of them, especially Phoebe, who you’re closest to of the two of them.

Phoebe will always remind the both of you of Egon, so whenever she does something particularly Egon-like, you will exchange a knowing glance, and when she’s gone you’ll end up reminiscing about your old friend.

If Phoebe or the other Spenglers ever want to hear about Egon, you’re both more than happy to talk to them about him.

Even in his golden years, Ray is still the same sweet, passionate, excitable man you married all those years ago.

Sure, the regular excitement that came with Ghostbusting is long behind you both, but you both cherish this quieter time together just as much.

#ghostbusters x reader #ray stantz x reader #ghostbusters #ray stantz #x reader #x gn!reader #x gender neutral!reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #phoebe spengler

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shelbgrey · 5 months

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So, I was wondering if it would be cool to request a Ray Stantz fic with either prompt 0.7 or 2.1?

Something strange(Ray Stantz)

Paring: Ray Stantz x Spangler!Reader

Summary: during a ghost bust ray gets possessed. This has never happened to any of them before and his girlfriend of just a few months may have to admit something she hasn't yet.

Prompt: 2.1) “i love you in every universe”

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It was late in the afternoon, Ray was working on the Ecto-1, music blasting. Between the booming sounds of the Beatles and the clinking of tools he didn't hear y/n sliding down the fire pole.

“Ray..” she said a little loud so Ray could hear her.

He didn't hear her and continued to tinker under the hood of the car.

“Raymond!” she shouted louder.

This time he heard the sudden noise startled him, making him smack his head on the inside of the hood when he heard a noise. “shi- HMmmm that hurt!” he mumbled, pulling away from the car.

She covered her mouth, trying not to sinker. “Sorry Honey, I didn't mean to scare you” she said, rubbing my boyfriend's head gently.

“Ah don’t sweat it Doll, and ya didn’t scare me too bad.” Ray pecked her on the cheek then turned back to the car, he pulled the keys out of his pocket and got behind the wheel. He turned the key, the car engine skipped and made sickly noises. “Dammit not again.” Ray sighed and got out of the car before slamming the door shut.

Y/n cringed at the sound Ecto-1 made. “So it's probably a bad time to say we just got a call to bust a class-5 ghost…”

Ray paused, throwing his head back in frustration. “Oh you’re kidding!”

“yeah… Peter wanted me to tell you and see how the car was doing”

Ray rubbed his forehead, frustrated. “Okay, don’t worry about the car… where was the sighting?”

“Just outside of the city... But if the car isn't working…”

“It’s alright babes, I'll get this old rust bucket runnin in 5! Just let me tinker with this a bit..” Ray took various pieces out, placing them on the hood, then he noticed a loose wire and chuckled. He quickly put the hood back on and the car roared to life, seemingly out of nowhere. “Damn I’m good.”

She smiled “okay, I'll tell the boys the car is runnin’”

“Good.. Hey do me a favor?” Ray Said, making y/n stop in her tracks, she climbed back down the steps and faced Ray. “What's up?”

“Kiss me.” he requested, giving his girlfriend his usual adorable smile.

Y/n laughed and playfully shook her head. “You're covered in motor oil” she playfully backed up and put her hands up in defense.

“So what? A few drops of motor oil has never killed anybody… And you've been covered head to toe in slime before” His voice was playful as he started walking towards her. She giggled and continued to back up away from him.

“Come on Honey” He followed her till he had her trapped between the wall of the garage and his body, “what ya gonna do now?” he smirked, placing his palms flat on the wall on either side of her, caging her in. He had her right where he wanted her.

She playfully rolled her eyes and leaned up and pressed her lips to his. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled them closer together, kissing her much more passionately.

The kiss didn't go very far because Peter slid down the fire poll that led to the garage In his Ghostbusters uniform. “Hey, less kissin' more bustin', that class five isn't gonna trap itself” Peter said to the both of them as Egon and Winston slid down the poll in their Ghostbuster uniforms as well.

“Damn Peter, you gotta have the worst timing ever” His voice was still lighthearted as he pulled away from y/n, a grin still on his face.

Y/n playfully rolled her eyes and left his arms to get her Ghostbusters uniform and proton pack, as she was getting her gear Peter spoke. “ya know the rules Bug, class-5 ghost... You stay home” Peter told her.

Y/n rolled her eyes at Peter. Peter and the boys were way over protective of her since she was the only girl on the team that actually busted ghosts.

Peter and the boys would always call her Bug. Mostly because she was the total opposite of her older brother Egon. As Peter would put it, y/n was always ‘buzzing’ around so the name kinda stuck.

“That's a stupid rule, I can take care of myself and a class-5 if I can take care of you boys” She said pointing at all four of the Ghostbusters. “... Hell, the four of you would starve to death in your dirty laundry if I wasn't around”

Ray laughed at this. “You know I think she might have a point” Ray had finished putting on his gear, and he and the team were preparing to leave, he walked over to y/n and gave her a quick kiss. “Just promise not to do anything dangerous, ok?”

“I promise…”

Ray smiled, nodding in appreciation. “That’s my girl.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze, and began walking towards the Ecto-1, he climbed in, taking off down the road.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

The team stopped outside of a run down house, “Now, this is a class 5, so watch yourselves.” Egon said in a serious tone as the rest of the guys made their way out the car. “Alright, Everybody keep your game faces on.” Ray added.

“We should split up... And keep your walkie-talkies on” Peter told us all.

Y/n and the guys all nodded in agreement, Ray and Winston went left towards one end of the house, while Egon and Peter went right towards the other. They could all hear Egon speaking into his radio “You guys hear me?”

“I can hear ya Egon” y/n told her older brother as she walked down the dim hallway. “Do you guys see anything?” y/n asked the four boys through the walkie-talkie.

Y/n could hear Ray through the walkie talkie yelling

“Oh yeah! I got a big bastard in front of me!” Ray said he was walking out of the room, suddenly a dark poltergeist tackled him. He fell to the ground and was grabbed by a dark, hissing ghost. Ray screamed into the walkie talkie* “Help me god dammit! It’s got me!”

“Ray!” y/n's heart pounded when she heard him struggling through the walkie-talkie, she ran down a few hallways till she found him on the floor struggling with the ghost. Before she could reach him the ghost turned into a puff of black smoke that surrounded him, then within a blink of an eye, Ray was panting and the ghost was gone. Ray looked down, darkness surrounding his eyes, he wasn't his normal self anymore. “Ray…” she said softly, touching his cheek.

“y/n don't touch him!” Egon shouted, running up to him. He pushed y/n back, not realizing the force he used. Y/n tumbled to the ground as Egon scanned Ray's body with his EMF reader, it screamed and blinked with ghost activity.

Ray continued to struggle, he was breathing very heavily and his eyes were dark and cloudy. The ghost had a tight grip around him, Egon aimed his phaser gun but hesitated to fire. “This thing is attached to Ray, move y/n! I don’t want to hit you by accident!”

She pushed the proton gun away so it wasn't pointing at Ray. “Ray's possessed! If you shoot him it could seriously harm him!” y/n said to Egon.

“And if I don’t shoot it’ll kill him!” Egon yelled back angrily. “I know he’s possessed! But the only way to free him is to destroy the ghost using the proton gun!”

“Are you willing to risk Ray's life!” y/n shouted back at Egon. Ray's eyes were dark and he just looked at us menacingly as the ghost took over his body.

Egon was getting frustrated, but he wouldn’t give in. “Look I know this is bad, but that thing is just using his body as a vessel. If we kill it, Ray will come back to his senses!” Egon said sternly while aiming the gun at Ray.

Before y/n could fire back at her older brother, Peter and Winston ran towards them in a panic. “What happened?” Winston asked.

Peter went to touch Ray but saw his eyes were black and immediately jerked back. “okay... This is bad” *

Peter said.

“We know!” Egon said angrily. “This thing won’t let go of him!”

Ray was struggling against the grip the ghost had on him, he couldn’t move or speak, all he could do was stare at them with those dark eyes.

“This has never happened before, what do we do?” Winston asked.

“He's too dangerous to touch,” Peter added.

Egon sighed, he knew he had to do something before the ghost took total control. “You guys, move back! I’m gonna shoot it, if Ray gets caught in the crossfire it’s the only way”

“Hold it!” Peter shouted.

“What?!” Egon shouted. “It’s the only way, I’m not gonna let this damn thing control him! We have to take the risk!”

“I'll be right back and don't go anywhere and don't do anything!” Peter said and ran out to Ecto-1.

“What the hell are you doing!?” Egon yelled at Peter as he ran out to the car. “I’m not waiting!”

The ghost continued to hold Ray in its evil grasp, Egon aimed his gun. Peter came back, he snapped some black gloves on and started to duck tape Ray's hands together as Ray struggled in Peter's grasp.

Ray struggled and fought against him, trying to get free, but with his hands tied he couldn’t do much. Egon hesitated.

““This thing is really making this harder than it has to, should I take the shot? Peter? Or do you have an idea!?”

Peter huffed and wrapped tape around Ray's middle, securing his arms to his side. “we're gonna take him back to headquarters and you're gonna check him out in the Lab” Peter told Egon.

Ray probably would have ran off had he wasn't tied up, but he had no choice other than to let this happen. Egon looked annoyed, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go down. He sighed. “Fine.. I guess that’s the best course of action now.”

“Good, Winston help me carry Ray to the car” Peter told Winston then turned to y/n. “Bug, you're driving... I'm not risking you sitting in the back and getting hurt” Peter told her.

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“Sorry, Janine we need this!” Peter called out and took her office chair. Before she could protest or ask what was going on, Peter had already wheeled the chair to Ecto-1. Janine's curiosity got the best of her and she followed Peter, her eyes widened when she watched Winston and Peter move a struggling Ray into her office chair.

The three men grunted and fought, Winston held Ray down and Peter quietly secured Ray to the chair with more duct tape.

Egon and Peter pushed Ray into the lab and started reading the ghost activity. Ray grunted and tried to break free from the duct tape.

“Ray…don't make me use this” Peter pointed the proton gun at Ray and spoke to him like he was a child.

“Will you guys stop with the guns already?” Y/n snapped and pushed the gun down.

“G-guys…. Y/n?..h-elp m-me” Ray grunted for the first time. Y/n's heart shattered and she ran to his aid just out of instinct. Egon tried to stop her but she broke free from his grasp.

“Ray? Honey, look at me” She said holding his face in her hands, she didn't see his brownish-green eyes when she stared into his eyes. They weren't his eyes and she wasn't gonna stop till she saw his normal goofy gaze.

“Ray… You gotta fight this” I said sternly, he fought in my hold but I wasn't gonna let him go. “I know you're in there”

“y/n… Honey, help me” Ray then screamed like he was in pain while he fought off the ghost’s deathly hold.

“Ray? I love you! Do you hear me!” she cried, just wanting him back. It would also be smart to note that's the first time she ever told him she loved him, even though they had been best friends since college they just only started dating.

“I love you in every universe”

Smoke then started to surround both Ray and y/n. The ghost started to pull away from Ray's body. Egon and Peter scrambled around from the back of the lab and quickly got a trap and the proton gun.

One last scream ripped from Ray's mouth and ghost cannonball out of Ray. The ghost screamed and hollered as it flew around the lab.

“I got it!” Peter shouted and pointed his proton gun at the ghost, he trapped it with no trouble then quickly kicked it away from Ray and y/n. I bounced off this wall and landed in a dusty corner.

“What happened?” Ray panted, he looked around confused. His brows knitted together when he saw he was covered in duct tape. “why am I covered in tape?”

Y/n immediately wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight. “it doesn't matter… your back, that's what matters”

She kissed both of his cheeks then his forehead. “I love you”

“I love you too” Ray mumbled and nuzzled his face into her neck. He kissed her cheek then looked at his friends.

“could ya untape me now?” the boys quickly nodded and set him free, relieved they have their fun loving friend back.

#Ray stantz #Ray stantz x reader #Ray stantz imagines #dan akroyd #Ghostbusters x reader #Ghostbusters imagines #Ghostbusters #80s #who you gonna call #Egon spengler x reader

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spenglersweetheart · 2 months

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OK OK OK OK HEAR ME OUT:

What if reader, who loves sweet things and is a bit in the chubby side, adores Ray. Best friends science high school and they are so scared of screwing up and confessing, one night Ray brings them back after a ghost incident in their apartment complex and they are so sleep deprived they confess and Ray has a massive grin on his face and gibs them a lil smooch

THIS IS ACTUALLY SO CUTE OFC I WILL WRITE THIS ONE !!

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Sleep Deprived Confession

Ray Stantz x chubby!Reader

WARNINGS : none!

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YOU AND RAY HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS SINCE high school. You two were pretty much tied to the hip since day one. with an equal love for science, you two bonded, even over stuff like the occult, since it was something that he was interested in and something that you already knew way too much about, so that bond technically made itself.

But, your feelings for Ray have grown a significant amount since high school. You were scared to even admit it to yourself. But you definitely weren't going to admit it to Ray. You were scared to ruin that friendship, and something like that would definitely do it. You've seen it happen. Not only that, but the insecurity you've had since high school always kicked in, not to mention that you were picked on for it. And that was being a bit on the chubby side.

Now you didn't mind this, it was just that people who did mind it that always said something. You would say something back, not letting the people win. But sometimes, they did win. But you weren't going to tell them that.

You hadn't slept in about a couple of days, mainly because you had been away from home. Your apartment complex had been haunted. You were staying at the Firehouse because of it. And you couldn't sleep there because you missed the warmth of your own bed. But luckily, Ray and the other ghostbusters had fixed that problem for you.

Ray was the one who took you back to your apartment. You fumble for your keys, but you're even too tired to unlock the door. You even dropped the keys a couple times. It took Ray to grab the keys from you and unlock your door that you could finally enter into your apartment.

You didn't even make it to the bed. You pretty much laid down on your couch because you couldn't make it far enough. You're slightly sitting up, your arms are folded on the end of the couch, your head resting on your arms.

Your eyes are about to close, but they stay open just enough for you to speak to him as he was about to leave.

"Can you just stay? Just for tonight," you say tiredly, "I just wanna make sure that the ghosts are actually gone."

Ray turned around. "I assure you that they're gone, but sure! The guys won't mind if I'm home for one night," he replies back.

"Thanks ... I 'ppreciate it," you tell him, "you're always there for me when no one else is."

"Well of course," Ray says, "You're my friend. I care about you."

"Friend ..." you sleepily trail off, "Friend is such a vague thing ... I wish we could be more than friends."

You had barely even realized what you have said. But Ray definitely heard it. He looks at you, eyes softening. But, a massive grin appears on his face. He tilts your head up to face him before giving you a small kiss on your lips.

Your face is red. Beet red. You weren't expecting that. It even wakes you up a little bit. You look up at him, embarrassed that what you said had even come out of your mouth.

"How come you never asked to be?" Ray asked, "I thought we could tell each other everything."

"I didn't wanna ruin our friendship," you simply answered, a yawn escaping your lips.

"Well, I wouldn't mind. We can totally be more than friends," Ray told you.

"Yeah ... That would be nice," you said back. Another yawn escaping from you.

Before Ray can respond back, you were already asleep. The only thing he could do was gently rub his hand through your hair before giving you a kiss to your forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N ..." he whispers.

#ghostbusters #ray stantz x reader #spence's small fics #ray x reader #egonspenglerishot

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bluestarfruit · 27 days

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can I request a one shot of ray eating you out for the first time 🤭 very gentle and makes sure to go slow so you’re comfortable. I NEED SOFT TOP RAY CONTENT NOW PLZZZZZ 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Taking a Break

Ray Stantz X Reader

NSFW, MINORS DNI WITH THIS POST

heheheha first official request post uwu

“Hi, Ray.”

Ray turned and looked up at you from his papers and open books scattered across your apartment’s desk. He smiled warmly up at you, despite the exhaustion in his eyes. “Hi, Dear,” he answered contentedly. He looked a mess, having been here for hours researching for a personal project. Something about the history of American witchcraft, he had told you earlier. Why he decided to do this right after a long shift at the firehouse, you had no idea.

“You’ve been here for a while,” you purred to him, reaching up to brush your fingertips over the side of his jaw. “Why don’t you take a little break?” He reached up to squeeze your hand gently. “I’m sorry, Honey, but I really want to get this done.”

“You won’t even stop for a meal?”

He shook his head softly. “Sorry. I promise I’ll come find you when it’s finished,” he said, glancing up at you again before swiveling his chair back towards his work.

You huffed softly as you turned and left the room. This man is impossible, you thought to yourself. He’s been at it for five hours now and he won’t even stop for food.

What could you get him to stop for? It was always so difficult to get him out of his studying. Not food, not a movie…

Maybe… you wondered. You smiled mischievously, glancing back at the closed door of the office room. Maybe I don’t need anything else to offer him.

In the hallway, you kicked off your shoes, careful to keep them from hitting the ground and making noise. Soon your pants hit the floor, and your shirt followed moments later. After a few moments, you were standing nude in the hall. You shivered softly. It was chilly in the hall, since the space was bigger. All the more reason to slip back into the study space.

You padded in quietly, but not quietly enough that he didn’t hear you. “What’s up?” He asked, not looking up from his book. Soon you were behind him, and you pressed a kiss to the back of his head. Your palms slid down his shoulders for a moment before squeezing them gently. “C’mon, Honey, I already told you.”

“Ray, you’re always telling me how important it is to take breaks.”

“I know, but I need to get this done by next week.”

“You have so much time,” you sighed.

“Dear, I said-“ he began to swivel around to face you, but the second his eyes fell onto your body, he went quiet. His mouth hung open slightly, and you watched as his eyes trailed up your nude shape before meeting your gaze. “(Y/N),” he breathed.

“You’ve been so busy lately, Ray,” you said quietly. “Aren’t you tired? Your mind deserves a break.” As you spoke, you stepped forward and sat in his lap, straddling his thighs. “C’mon. Just half an hour. Take a break for half an hour with me.”

Instantly, his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, squeezing you to his chest. He buried his face into your neck, his warm breath ghosting over your shoulder. You felt him melt into you, his body relaxing.

“Maybe… maybe just half an hour.” You giggled softly, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

But soon, he was moving again. You felt his lips press a kiss to your neck- then another, and another. He peppered them down across your shoulder, taking his time. “Ray…” you sighed happily.

“You’re so good to me,” he answered quietly. “I’m lucky to have you.”

“Quit being corny,” you responded jokingly.

“No, I mean it,” he said, leaning back to meet your eyes. “Always looking out for me, and keeping me out of trouble… You’re wonderful.” A flushed heat rolled over your cheeks, and you looked away sheepishly. “And pretty too,” he continued, smiling softly. As he spoke, he loosened one arm to let his fingertips brush down the curve of your spine. You couldn’t help but shiver softly at the sensation.

“Let me take care of you,” he breathed.

You furrowed your brow a little at him. “Ray,” you answered. “This is about you.” “Well, if you want to make me happy, you’ll let me take care of you.”

“C’mon, Ray.”

He sighed. “Don’t you love me?”, he started.

“Of course I do.” “And you wanna make me happy?” “Of course.”

“You know what would make me happy? Letting me take care of my wonderful partner.”

You sighed back at him. For a moment, you met his eyes, before shaking your head, an amused smile playing at the corner of your lips. “Fine. Whatever makes you happy.”

He grinned happily in response, and leaned in to peck your lips. “Love you,” he said playfully after he pulled away. “Now, let’s see…”

Ray hooked his hands under your thighs firmly, and stood up with a grunt. “Ray?!”, you exclaimed in surprise, clinging to his arms tightly. He set you on the edge of his desk carefully. You put your arms behind you, propping yourself up on the desk with your hands. “Here? Really?”

“We can go to the bedroom if you want. I just didn’t feel like walking you all the way there,” he answered, plopping down in his chair as he spoke.

“…No, this works,” you answered. He smiled back at that.

You smiled back… but you figured you could tease him with it. After meeting his eyes, you sighed contentedly, leaning back until you were laid across the desk comfortably. As you shifted, your legs parted slightly. With the change in angle and position of your legs, everything was clear to see. You heard him make the tiniest noise of surprise.

Before you knew it, you felt the warmth of his large hands smooth over your thighs. You lifted your head to look at him, and he smiled back at you sheepishly as he scooted in to settle between your knees.

“Ray…” you said quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Can I tell you something embarrassing?”

He blinked curiously at you. “Of course, is something wrong?”

“No, it’s…” you trailed off again for a moment. “I’ve never been eaten out before.”

“Oh,” he sighed with relief. He smoothed a hand over the underside of your thigh affectionately. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. To be honest, even though I’ve had sexual encounters before, I’ve never given oral.”

“Really?” you giggled.

“Really,” he answered. “And it’d be an honor to be your first.”

“And only.”

He looked up at you with surprise, and smiled tenderly. “And only,” he repeated back. At that, he leaned down to press a kiss to your stomach, below your navel. At that, you whimpered softly. Another kiss was pressed to the underside of your thigh, making you squirm a little. “Ready?”, he asked softly.

“Yeah,” you answered. You looked down at him, him meeting your eyes briefly for confirmation before he dipped his head down.

And to your surprise, with no warning, a warm kiss was pressed to your clit. You whined in surprise, your hips squirming again. Weakly, you dropped your head back onto the desk, and your fingers found their way into his hair, gripping at it gently. “You’re okay, (Y/N). Just relax,” he hummed softly, before pressing on another kiss. You responded with another whine.

Gently, he sealed his lips around it again, working it softly against his tongue. It was agonizing trying not to instantly fall into a squirming, whining, moaning mess. You managed to keep your mouth shut, but your feelings were obvious, given by how your fingers tightly gripped at his hair, and how your thighs gently hugged his head. The warm, wet, gentle feeling of him pleasuring you was amazing.

But soon, it stopped. You almost lifted your head to ask what was wrong, but before you could, you felt the feeling of his tongue pushing into you. You finally choked out a broken moan.

He pulled away for a moment, looking up at you. “You alright?” He asked.

“Y-yeah, it just… just feels good…“ you whimpered. “Please, Ray.”

At that, he grinned briefly- but quickly dipped back down, not wanting to leave you waiting. His tongue gently pushed in again for a few moments, massaging all he could reach before pulling it out to settle back on your clit. His hands, which previously sat on top of your thighs, now hooked around the sides of them so he could pull you in closer to him. Once you were close enough that he could hug your thighs in his arms, he hummed contentedly against your clit, eliciting another whine from you.

For a while, he held you like that. Gently holding your thighs, his fingers ghosting along the inner sides of them, and his mouth gently working at your clit. Sometimes he would unseal his lips from it to lower his head and bury his tongue in you again, always stopping eventually to work his way back up.

“(Y/N),” he said softly between kisses. “It alright if I use my hand?”

“Please!” You responded eagerly. He smiled softly before pressing in another kiss. He unhooked one arm from around your thigh, before resting the pads of his fingers against your entrance. “Ray…” you sighed needily. At that, he finally pushed a finger in, slow and careful. You whined desperately at the feeling of him pressing into you, his finger warm against your walls. Soon a second pressed in with the first. He was impressed by how well you took it- all thanks to the slick that coated his fingers, and made him able to push in with no resistance other than the gentle squeeze of your walls. He angled his fingers to press gently into your sweet spot, stroking it gently with each pump of his fingers. You moaned again eagerly.

Eventually, the words he’d been waiting for fell from your lips. “Ray, I’m gonna…”

He hummed affirmatively against your clit again, before picking up the pace of the ministrations of his tongue and pushing his fingers in a little harder. You moaned wantonly, and your fingers gripped at his hair more tightly. Soon, your desperation took over, and you began gently and weakly rolling your hips, getting some extra stimulation from your shallow movements. Within moments, you fell apart. You moaned again, arching your back against the table as your finish washed over you. He, on the other hand, continued to gently work you through your finish, only stopping when you gently pulled his hair back. His fingers slipped out from inside of you, and he wiped his lips and chin clean with the back of that hand.

“You alright?” He asked softly.

You sat up gingerly, your arms shaking faintly. “Y-yeah-“ you answered shakily. You were still coming down from the high, and it was obvious. Upon noticing, he stood up to gather you into his arms and sit back down, now holding you in his lap, your legs now straddling his thighs. He held you to his chest as you enjoyed the afterglow. You hummed contentedly, nuzzling into his neck and soaking in the heat of his body.

“You’re so good to me, (Y/N),” he sighed quietly.

“You deserve it,” you answered softly. Your hand slowly traveled up his arm to settle on his shoulder.

“After I ignored you for hours?”

“It’s okay, Ray. I know you didn’t mean to ignore me. You just have a lot on your plate right now.” You leaned back a little to meet his eyes. “But it’s not good to force yourself to work for hours straight. You need to let your mind rest sometimes.”

“I guess you’re right,” he answered. His eyes traveled to the floor thoughtfully- but soon he looked back up at you, smiling softly. “Hey, you want to help me with something?”

“Sure,” you answered happily.

But to your surprise, he gently wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you forward. As your body became flush with his, you gasped softly. He was rock hard, pressed against your core through the fabric of his slacks. “I see what you need help with now.”

“You walk into my office room naked, let me give you oral on my desk, and you’re surprised that I need you now?” He responded playfully.

“No, just surprised you’re so forward about it.”

“Can’t help it. I need you, (Y/N).”

You brushed your fingers through his hair before cupping his cheek. “Well, you have me.”

“Another half an hour of break time couldn’t hurt.”

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters ii #ray stantz #raymond stantz #dan aykroyd #my shit

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egons-twinkie · 2 years

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CH. 02: Settling in [Spengler Classics 101]

taglist: @boneless07 @egonspenglersweetie @lunadensmidnightprowl @twinkiethievery

When you first became aware of the insides of your eyelids the following morning (you assume), you had forgotten everything. Well, not forgot–it registered as a very strange pipe dream, nothing more. But when you breathed in that same unfamiliar scent, felt the slight starchy stiffness of the sheets covering your form and the heat of the light streaming in from the now-uncovered window, your whole body seemed to stiffen. You didn’t want to open your eyes and confirm it, but eventually you had to.

“Morning, sunshine,” chirped a dulcet male voice from nearby.

Once you’d rubbed the sleep from them and opened your bleary eyes, you eventually focused on the form of Ray, whom was still clad in the gray sweatpants and white undershirt he had apparently worn to sleep; he was sitting on his bed, wearing his reading glasses, hair still tousled heavily from his rest.

“Hey, Ray,” you mumbled, sitting up.

You didn’t catch the way he grinned when you said his name, or how his heart skipped. You stretched and yawned.

“Whatcha doin’ in bed still? What time is it?” you asked.

“Only ten thirty,” he replied; it was then that you noticed the stack of books sitting on his night stand, scattered across his bed, all laying open. Different novels and tomes, old and new.

“I’ve been keeping an eye on you, and researching what I can on interdimensional rips and rifts in spacetime. Egie and I agreed it’d be best to kill two birds with one stone and just read up here. He, Winston and Pete are out on a bust. How was dinner, speaking of?”

The memory of the evening came rushing back to you, and you felt an unfamiliar warmth in your core: a fluttering, something akin to butterflies but calmer. Fondness, perhaps, for the recollections of the night before. You looked at the wilted chrysanthemums on the nightstand beside you.

“I don’t remember the name of the place, but the garlic bread was orgasmic,” you informed him.

He nodded sagely.

“Sounds like Panucci’s. Nice place. Great food,” he surmised, running a hand through his wild hair, taming it only slightly.

For a moment, as you often liked to do, you simply took in the world around you. The air was warm but not unpleasantly so. It was bright inside the room. Due to the pipe that Ray had been smoking on occasion during his perusal, a shroud of smoke lingered in the room, tinging the air with motes of light and the scent of burnt tobacco. Sweet and spicy and earthy. Ray looked good, you admitted to yourself, sitting there with his legs crossed, perusing the library he’d collected around him. For you, no less. He did look a mess, but managed to make it seem endearing. He just looked…well, snuggly. The films didn’t do him justice, you think to yourself. Being around him made you feel warm, and safe; it was hard to explain, like a calming aura exuded from him. Something that could only be felt when he was nearby. You got lost for a moment, fantasizing spooning the scientist before you, or perhaps being spooned by him. You bet he's warm as a furnace.

“Did he pull any cheap moves on you or did he behave?” he frowned.

He immediately looked like he felt regret at his question, but lightened slightly when you laughed, grateful to be shaken from your trance.

“Well, it’s Peter. What do you think?”

“I should have known,” he groaned, “I’m sorry for leaving you alone with him. He can’t help himself around beautiful women--”

He looked caught all of a sudden, and clamped his mouth shut, burying his nose in a copy of Spates Catalog. Maybe, he seemed to think, if he didn’t blather on to correct his misstep, you wouldn’t point it out. Heat rose to your cheeks nonetheless, only half as red as he was in that instant.

“Ho-how are you feeling?” he stuttered out, forcing casual tones, clearing his throat, never lowering the book for a moment.

You kicked your legs over the edge of the bed, feet not touching the floor. You leaned forward and reached for your toes, reveling in the release as your spine popped and crackled in reply.

“I feel okay,” you grunted, “better than yesterday. This is still wild to me, don’t get me wrong, but I wanna make the best of it all while I'm here.”

It was then that the book came down some, revealing a grin that could put the sun itself to shame in terms of warmth.

“That’s what I want to hear!” he exclaimed, delighted at your perceived optimism.

You couldn’t help but smile back as you laid crossways on the width of the bed, letting your legs dangle still as you stretched your back in the other direction. More crackling caressed your ears as the endorphins flooded your brain; you barely registered the groan of contentment that escaped you very quietly, but Ray certainly took note.

“I’ll bet Egon will want you in the lab later on when they get back, if he doesn’t crash on sight of his bed. Are you hungry in the meantime? I’m real good at scrambled eggs and toast. That’s about the only thing, and none of the toasters since '89 have made it longer than a month without getting blown up or used for an experiment, so it'd be coat hanger toast, but that's my specialty, I’ve been making it since...college...heh…” he trailed off with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm, Ray,” you smiled serenely at him, earning a big, boyish grin in return, “but I don’t wanna put any more on you than I have to. I can feed myself.”

You stood then, taking the hair tie off of your wrist that you forgot was there; a ring of indented flesh, angry and red, throbbed in response to newfound oxygen flow. You ran your fingers through your hair in an effort to work out the knots that had formed in your sleep. Ray’s eyes didn’t leave you as you arched backward to secure your hair. He seemed entranced for a moment, until your eyes found his own mismatched irises, focused on you yet glazed over serenely; he looked away quickly, bashful all of a sudden at being caught.

You wandered over and sat on Egon’s still-unoccupied bed, directly beside Ray’s own.

“I want to earn my keep, too,” you told him, “anything you guys need help with, I’ll do it. Doesn’t matter what. I’m not great at cleaning and I don’t do toilets, but I can for sure cook for you on whatever budget you provide, and I mean whatever. And don’t tell me no,” you warned him mid-sales pitch, catching him as his mouth came open to rebut your offer, which quickly snapped shut again; “I want to do it. I’m not just gonna show up in your universe and bum off of you. I respect y’all too much for that. Plus, all that takeout’ll put you into an early grave and then you’ll be experiencing the job from the other side of the particle beam.”

A sly smile tugged at the corners of his lips; you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What’s funny?”

“Y’all,” he quoted, snickering. “You don’t hear that much ‘round these parts.”

“I don’t like your tone,” you narrowed your eyes at him; he immediately took on the appearance of a punished puppy and apologized quickly. You softened like butter on a hot plate.

“I’m sorry,” he uttered, “I just think it’s kind of cute is all.”

Once again he took on an expression of immediate regret. You reached across the gap between the beds and nudged his arm gently.

“It’s okay,” you smiled reassuringly at him, “I think you’re cute, so it all works out. Kinda.”

His eyes shot wide open with surprise and what you hoped was delight; it paired nicely with the grin that spread from ear to ear across his rounded face. He really was adorable.

“You do? I mean, I am? I mean, you think so?”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“‘Course, Ray,” you nodded, “you’re the heart of the Ghostbusters, after all, and it’s a title well earned. You’ve got passion."

He couldn’t stop grinning. Something was palpable in the air, though you couldn’t tell what; it was a sort of tension you couldn’t describe, and it didn’t even really feel like tension. It just felt easy, talking to him. Just maybe a little too easy if anything. You didn’t want to stop.

“I guess so,” he agreed with a slight nod of the head, and he reached for the mug of coffee on the nightstand beside him.

“So,” you said after a moment, “is there anything you want me to do right now? I, uh…I need some things, I think. But I don’t want to just ask for money to go get them.”

His mind seemed to run away for a moment, and his eyes glazed over in thought briefly before his head shook just a little, and his gaze found yours again.

“Well, we’ll figure something out, I’m sure. I’ll bring it up to the others when they get back. But in the meantime, we’ll take care of you. What kind of things do you need?”

He set his book down and focused fully on you then, folding his hands politely. You suddenly felt sheepish for some reason.

“Oh, just…basic stuff. Clothes, hygienic personals, that kind of thing. Essentials,” you nodded, only partly to affirm to yourself that you could not simply wear the same pajamas for the indefinite period of time you faced here.

Ray scoffed, giving you a crooked grin.

“Oh, that’s no worry at all. We could go to Macy’s if you want. Or anywhere. You name it, we’ll go,” he assured.

You stood.

“Can I cook you breakfast or anything first? Y’all–-you guys–had a hard night last night, I’m sure,” you corrected yourself, and his face fell slightly; maybe he wasn’t poking fun after all, but after a lifetime of being teased for even the slightest of your twangy mannerisms, you were always wary.

“Nah, unless you’re hungry–I had some Eggos,” he shook his head, figuring his response sufficed, “I’m good for a while.”

He picked up the pipe that sat by the coffee and the pack of matches it sat with, setting a spark to the tobacco stuffed into the bowl and taking a few puffs. He exhaled through his nose and mouth at the same time; smoke poured from him from what seemed to be every facial orifice. It looked kind of neat. He looked up at you. The scattered light caught his eyes, illuminating the blue and golden aspects of them, the depth of the tones; one was like whiskey and one was like the ocean, flecked with green and gold…none of the films, any of them, did those eyes justice. You could have easily gotten lost in those eyes and never found your way back; honestly, you wouldn’t mind.

“Do you want to go now, or later?” he asked, interrupting your focus.

“Anytime is fine,” you shrugged dismissively.

“I know that answer,” Ray said pointedly, shaking the wooden pipe in his hand at you for emphasis, “you don’t have to be coy with me, okay? Speak your mind. It’s 1990. We’re there now.”

You laughed then, earning a smile from him; if only he knew. But hey, a solid timeline has been set: 31 years back, and at least one dimension over.

“Do you want to borrow some clothes to wear out?” He asked, changing the subject; “I have some clean stuff if you wanna…if you don’t mind, I mean…if you wanna–”

“Thanks, Ray, I’d appreciate that a lot,” you interrupted the near-set loop he got close to stuck in, and he nodded, scrambling off the bed, careful not to toss the books.

He got into the dresser on the other side of the bed and dug out a shirt and a pair of pants.

“I, uh…I don’t share underwear,” he informed you, trying to be serious.

“I understand completely. I normally forget 'em, anyway,” you responded plainly, earning an unintentional stare from the man beside you.

Before he could reply, you accepted the clothes from his hands and made your way to the bathroom without instruction or direction. He didn’t respond or call after you, even to be helpful in locating your target... You stunned him. Something about that filled you with an ancient-feeling sort of pride. Powerful.

You quickly changed from your own shirt and pajama pants into Ray’s clothes, a plain white long sleeved undershirt and black sweatpants. They were baggy, but you didn’t mind; you took a moment for yourself to take in the essence of Dr. Ray Stantz. Tobacco, of course, and some simple clean soap, and that same weird electrical smell that haunted Peter’s sheets, but something else too; books. Old books. You took a sobering breath in before emerging back into the bedroom, tightening the strings that cinched the waist of the pants until they sat comfortably snug high on your waist so the pant legs didn’t drag under your feet too much. You already had to roll them up a fair way besides, given the height difference. You'd also taken your hair back down and used the elastic tie to knot the baggy shirt at the waist, tucking it up underneath itself into a crop top style, letting just a little bit of skin peek out between the pants and the shirt. Ray’s face reddened again as his eyes darted over your form in his clothing. You saw him swallow hard, and got the notion you weren't the only one who was feeling that nervous fluttering in their guts. It felt weird to be on the other end of it though–not in a bad way by any means, it just added to the aforementioned sense of accomplishment, but still–it was your turn to be sheepish. You wrung your hands together out of nervous habit.

“Do I look okay?” you asked, not looking at him.

“You look great, I mean, wow, you make sweats look incredible,” he answered genuinely; something you loved about him already is that whatever he may have been feeling, he wore it on his sleeve, in his tone, on his face. You could hear the admiration in his voice. It was just like how he spoke about ghosts. You couldn’t help but feel kind of special to earn that sort of response from the man.

You tucked your hair behind your ear and made your way toward the main room of the upper floor; he followed suit, not bothering to swap his sweats for jeans as he normally would, far too eager to show you his city.

It didn’t take long to get what you needed; you, raised to be frugal, insisted you only go to drug stores and the cheaper of the department stores that he insisted on taking you to. You'd managed to procure a decent bra, a few sets of underwear, a coat, some shirts and pants, shoes, and one nice dress (which he insisted on as well, citing the possibility of a formal event taking place—- “you’d be an honored guest of the Ghostbusters, don’t doubt it for a second!” he’d urged, trying on a pair of black sunglasses and a black trilby hat in a mirror as he’d spoken) as well as the usual hygienic needs, such as deodorant and a toothbrush and such; you were en route back to the firehouse by noon.

Ray had done the same thing Pete had done, eagerly pointing out numerous bust sites and favorite haunts, if you’ll excuse the play on words. You'd continued your escapades in documenting your journey, snagging pictures as you were able. During the shopping trip you managed to procure a disposable camera, and switched to it as soon as you could for the sake of blending in. It served you well already, and Ray was more than happy to pose for pictures, alone, together, whether or not a silly hat was involved–but there was always more goofy enthusiasm when there was a hat. You felt like a classic tourist.

He had stubbornly insisted on carrying the bulk of the bags, though you'd fought him and managed to keep hold of a few. It was almost comical, how stereotypical you looked, exiting the cab at the curb by the firehouse–Ray weighed down by shopping bags, you carrying just a few, albeit very clearly miffed about it. He didn’t want to hear it though, and raced you inside, winning only by quite actually bowling you out of the way of the door. When I say the man dropped everything when he heard you yelp in surprise and come rushing to you, I mean it–the look of guilt and concern riddling his face made you feel bad, for godsakes.

“Are you okay?” he wheedled urgently, helping you up and dusting you off, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You could no longer resist your most primal urges, and snaked your arms around his torso, gripping him tightly. For a moment his whole body tensed but as soon as he realized what was happening, he eagerly gripped you back, almost popping your spine all over again with sheer strength and enthusiasm. You felt your feet lift inches off the ground. Ray loves hugs. Lesson learned.

“What was that for?” he asked, once he set you back down.

“Just being you,” you responded simply, shaking your head with a smile, “you’re a delight and a treasure to be around, and I sincerely hope you’re aware of that.”

That cute, boyish grin returned, coupled with a rapidly-becoming-familiar pinkish tinge in his cheeks, and he scratched his ear.

“Aw, shucks,” he tittered shyly.

You took a step back, entering the firehouse then. He chased after you, still glowing.

“Oh, hey, Janine,” he noticed the redheaded woman sitting behind her desk, filing her nails.

“Good morning, Dr. Stantz,” she replied in her trademark flat Queensite tone, glancing up briefly once before taking a second look at you beside him, in his clothes. One perfectly manicured eyebrow shot up, curious.

“Good morning, Dr. Stantz’s friend,” her tone carried a hint of mischief now, but her face didn’t really change, save for that quirked brow; she blew a gum bubble and popped it with her teeth, setting the emery board file down then.

You set your bags down by the door and wandered over to where she sat, trying to stay calm.

“Hiya, Janine,” you greeted, unable to fight your smile, “it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Y/N.”

She stared uneasily at your extended hand, and glanced back at Ray, who nodded behind you; she accepted it then and gave a light shake.

“Enchante,” she replied flippantly.

Ray cleared his throat and stepped forth.

“Janine, Y/N is living, walking, talking evidence of a parallel universe to ours,” he said, poorly containing the excitement in his tone, “she literally materialized in the firehouse last night! Right here on our home turf! Isn’t that neat?!”

Janine offered a smile, picking up her nail file again.

“That’s really fascinating, Dr. Stantz,” her tone was slightly blasé; he didn’t seem to notice nor care, simply happy to be heard, and carried on upstairs.

You remained behind and continued to look at Janine.

Her hair was sideswept and voluminous, falling slightly past her ears now though still remaining that trademark coppery auburn red, and she had traded her bulky reading glasses for a sleeker pair of red cat-eye specs. Her keen and unique sense of fashion hadn’t changed beyond that; today she wore a black and white houndstooth peplum business suit with her signature red stockings and a set of black kitten pumps.

“You’re even more fabulous in person,” you gushed to her.

The smile she gave now felt more genuine; almost embarrassed. It was cute on her.

“Thank you,” she cooed. “Will you be sticking around for a while? It’d be nice to have a fresh face around here.”

You nodded.

“I think so,” you sighed softly, “Ray was serious. I’m, uh, not from here, or from…now. But they’re working on it. We’ll get it figured out.”

“I’m sure,” she agreed, “you've got the best of the best on it... Are those Dr. Stantz’s pants?”

You glanced down, only remembering just then that you were indeed wearing borrowed clothing, and shrugged.

“Yeah. Shirt, too. Kinda goes with the whole interdimensional time/space rift thing. Didn’t exactly have time to pack a bag.”

She actually laughed then, a real laugh; it was like music. Janine Melnitz was an absolutely enchanting woman, and if Egon didn’t shoot his shot with her soon, you were liable to try.

“You know,” she spoke, “I’m usually very psychic, you see. I think Dr. Stantz likes you.”

You blushed at her words, but waved a dismissive hand.

“I’m sure he’d give anyone in the Five Boroughs the clothes off his back if they asked nicely enough, let’s be honest,” you refuted, “he’s just bein’ nice like Pete was last night too.”

“Oh? What did Dr. Venkman do for you?” She crossed her arms over her chest, raising that eyebrow sky high once again; her tone had inflected that same suspicion everyone seemed to get when Venkman was brought up.

“He took me to, uh…Panucci’s? I think that’s what Ray said he thought it was…?”

“With the garlic bread?” She gasped.

“The best,” you confirmed.

Both eyebrows were raised now in shock.

“I heard my name,” Peter popped up like a prairie dog over the top of the filing cabinets and wooden partition that separated his ‘office’ from Janine’s, and moments later he hopped the swinging wooden gate in one fell hurdle, stabilizing about ten inches from your side.

“Morning, Pete,” you smiled at him, “how’d you sleep?”

“Like shit,” he replied simply, “I think next time we really ought to just take one for the team and spoon like the good Lord intended. How ‘bout you, doll? Have a good roll in my sheets?”

Janine stared between you and him and said nothing. You could tell she was living for this.

“Oh, I slept like a rock. I woke up thinking maybe all this was a dream, you know,” you answered; something about Peter despite all his flippancy and mischief just made you feel like you could tell him anything and he would guard it under pain of death.

He nodded, stroking his chin, looking thoughtful.

“Mhm. Would you like a pinch, perhaps, to confirm or dispel this fascinating theory?”

You swatted at him playfully and he dodged like a gazelle narrowly missing the deadly paw swipe of a lion. He really was quite agile when he wanted to be. It was then he noticed the shopping bags on the hood of the Ecto-1 where you'd left them. Ray had disappeared upstairs, probably to try and find a place to store the things you had purchased. Peter began to dig through the contents of the plastic, and lifted the black unlined lace bra you'd found for a steal on sale in just your size with a low, husky whistle, holding it up to his chest, modeling it.

“This for anyone special?” He asked, looking back at you with a twinkle of mischief in those hooded eyes again; a grin played at the corners of his cherub-like mouth.

“Maybe so, maybe no,” you replied, snatching it from him and stuffing it back into the bag, “it’s no business of yours anyhow.”

He grinned at you. It was then that you registered the volcanic heat radiating from your face; that’s what he was so damn smug about.

“We’ll see,” he simply answered with an innocent smile, "I could wiggle my way into your heart yet—you never know, sunshine."

You rolled your eyes at him fondly and absconded upstairs with your new belongings. Thankfully he didn’t chase after you, but you found yourself colliding directly into Ray’s chest as he was about to venture down the stairs. You stumbled and almost fell backward, but his arms wrapped tightly around you, stabilizing both of you in an instant; he hesitated to release you but did after a brief moment to make sure you were alright and stable. There were a lot of stairs to fall down. He didn't want you hurt.

“Sorry,” you breathed, “Peter caught me and started flirting again.”

“Want me to hit him? I will,” he urged, furrowing his unkempt brows.

You shook your head.

“No, not yet,” you laughed, and the tension in his shoulders slacked; "I'll let you know though."

“Damn,” he hissed, ever so softly. You caught it though, and laughed; the irritation on his face softened as he glanced down at you.

“So, uh, where do you want me to...set up shop?” you asked, changing the subject; he looked at you curiously for a moment before piecing two and two together.

“Oh, uh, we had an extra bed disassembled in the basement. Egon uses it sometimes but he’s always got his actual bed up here when he decides he wants it. The bedroom can technically fit up to six beds, we just never needed the extras...well, ‘til now. He was setting it up in there for you, matter of fact,” he answered, pointing a thumb back toward the bedroom area.

You nodded and wandered in there; Ray continued downstairs to do whatever he’d set out to do. Egon sat on the floor of the bedroom, hunched over a pile of loose materials. A mattress leaned against the wall nearby; he had rearranged the beds and accompanying furniture to accommodate a fifth set, and was in the process of assembling the final bed structure when you entered. The radio was on, playing softly, simply background noise against the silence. He didn’t even notice you walk in, or creep up beside him; you didn’t mean to scare him, but...

“Hey, Dr. Spengler,” you greeted; he jumped two feet in the air easily.

Once he whirled around to see it was just you, he still seemed slightly wary; or, rather, just his usual amount of tension.

“Hello,” he robotically responded.

“How you holding up? Did you sleep?” you inquired.

“Oh, no,” he dismissed, “I’m not allotting myself time to sleep until tomorrow at 4:43AM until 5:12 for the purpose of a study I’ve been running.”

You frowned at him, noting the deep set bags under his dark brown eyes, which seemed to bore holes into you through his round wire framed spectacles. Even sitting down he seemed to loom over all before him.

“That’s not healthy,” you informed him softly, “trust me, there are lots of studies that go to show it. They learn a lot about it between now and the 2020s.”

He made a slight face of doubt, but didn’t rebut your statements.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, flipping the script onto you now.

You frowned slightly.

“Well, I’m okay right now. Just wondering, still…lots of questions.”

“That makes two of us,” he replied, picking up a hex key and bolting a few pieces together; you knelt beside him and silently offered your assistance.

“When I’ve finished here, I’d like you to come with me to the lab. There are tests I’d like to run. Physical, mental, emotional and parapsychic. It may take a while, so I hope your schedule for today is clear.”

Something you loved all your life about Egon was the way he was funny without being obvious about it: he was a very subtle man in many ways, but the look he shot you, that slow spread of a devious half-grin, the nostril flare, the eyebrow quirk: it was all very Spengler Classic. You snorted a little in response.

“For you, Dr. Spengler, my schedule is always clear, whenever you want it to be,” you informed him.

Another Spengler Classic presented then; a faint bashful smile, an aversion of those dark brown eyes.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he uttered softly, returning, still slightly smiling, to screwing the bed together.

You remained seated beside him.

“I appreciate it. And I told Ray earlier, but I wanted to let you know too, I’m willing to do whatever I can to help y’all out. Whatever you need, picking up shifts for Janine so she can get a break, though I’ll admit I have no idea how to be a secretary…or a lab assistant, but I’m willing to learn whatever I can to be as little of an inconvenience to y’all as possible.”

Egon didn’t look up, but looked over briefly at the toolbox beside you; you noted the shape of the heads of the screw he was employing, and provided him with the appropriate driver for the job.

This earned one raised eyebrow, for a brief moment, and a silent ‘thank you’ nod. His long, nimble fingers made quick work of the bolts in question. It was the last leg on the bed frame, and between the two of you, flipping it upright was a breeze. He himself placed the mattress upon the frame, and placed the folded set of sheets he’d apparently had at the ready upon the barren fabric. He took a step back to inspect his work, and after a moment of self-appraisal, he turned to you.

“Thank you for the offer. If Ray didn’t already say it, welcome to the team. We likely won’t have you go on any busts, currently, but I’m sure Janine will be delighted to hear we finally got some relief for her,” he offered a small smile to you and began to gather up the loose tools scattered around into the box, and once that was done, he snapped it shut.

Even the toolbox was white with the No Ghost insignia on the lid. How precious are they, y’all?

You nodded to him and stood, eclipsed by him even at your full height by at least a head and shoulders. The smile he had faded then and his brow furrowed slightly.

“Are those Ray’s clothes?”

You faltered.

“Yeah…Better than nothing, right?” You tittered nervously, but that seemed to quell him decently enough; he shrugged lightly and adjusted his glasses.

“I suppose. Are you ready for the testing? I hope you haven’t eaten anything in the last 12 hours,” he added offhandedly.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, doc,” You sighed; he nodded and you exited together.

You'd left your bags on your bed.

My very own bed in the Ghostbusters firehouse. Holy shit.

It was all you could think about and you practically floated down the steps behind Egon; he seemed not to notice, too focused on the calculator he’d produced from a pocket somewhere and tapped away at with fervor. Janine watched as you followed him around to the set of stairs that led down.

“Janine, please clear my schedule for the day,” he called simply.

“What for?” She inquired.

“I have a battery of tests to run on Y/N,” he replied, already a few steps down the stairwell, voice fading as he went; you hesitated and looked at Janine with doubt, but nodded to confirm his reasoning.

“If I see you again in one piece, it’ll be a miracle,” Janine told you, looking at you over the tops of her glasses with a mixture of warning and concern.

You swallowed hard and descended below with hesitance.

The basement was merely the basement; there was a wooden desk, yes, Egon’s usual workspace, but the main purpose of the room seemed to be storage and containment–specifically, ghost containment. The ginormous canvas that once housed the spirit of Vigo the Scourge of Carpathia and now held a romantic renaissance style portrait of the Ghostbusters half-cloaked in colorful silks in artful poses, surrounding baby Oscar on a cloud, now leaned against the wall. The ‘Fettuccine Edition’, some called it. You admired the ghostly brushstrokes that, as far as this universe was concerned, no human hand ever painted. But there was a masterful capturing of lighting and color, even if perhaps the rippling musculature on the men was a bit exaggerated…

You turned from the painting, meaning to come study it further later on, and wandered to the Ecto-Containment Unit. It was so much bigger and more beautiful in person.

“A whole other world in there,” you uttered, wandering up close to it; Egon flinched slightly when you raised a hand to touch it, likely still traumatized from Walter Peck’s poor decisions and the resulting attempted murder Egon nearly committed that fateful day in 1984.

You stroked the cold red-painted metal surface of the ECU and stared at the blinking lights and switches. The green light shone overhead, and you stared up at it with sheer wonder. You couldn’t imagine ever designing something like this.

“I’m no scientist, but…wow, she’s gorgeous,” you sighed dreamily.

Egon smiled that Spengler Classic cocky smirk, but alas, you missed it.

“Thank you. The ECU was a joint effort between Dr. Stantz and myself.”

“Did you have to use special metals for paranormal conduction and psychokinetic resonance properties?”

You had always wondered, and now seemed like a good time to ask.

Egon blinked at you for a moment, and you turned to look at him; he seemed rather surprised.

“Yes, actually. But the metallurgy has always been more Ray’s area of expertise. I have a layman’s grasp on it but his notes and research on it are stellar. I mainly handled the nuclear and molecular aspects of the prototypes and resulting equipment.”

“Fuckin’ radical,” you gushed, grinning at him.

His ears began to turn pink; his nostrils flared, and that smirk crept across half his face again.

“Thank you,” he said, clasping his hands behind his back.

After a brief moment of awkward tension, he cleared his throat and began to gather items he needed.

“We’ll need to go back upstairs, all my equipment is up there. I just needed my measuring tape and Geiger counter.”

You nodded and pulled away from the ECU, following his long legs up the stairs. You couldn’t help but stare after him for a moment, eyes flickering back to the Fettuccine; you smirked and began treading up the steps.

So far the hardest part of this whole journey has been the amount of stairs you face now. You lived on ground level back home, in a valley. You're gonna have buns of steel by the time you leave.

Hours later, you were laid out across the upstairs dinner table/laboratory desk like a frog set to be dissected, arms crossed burial style over your torso, covered (and I mean covered) in telemetry sticky pads and wires and probes. Your heartbeat sang to you over the monitor beside the desk, and your brainwaves blinked on the monitor below it. In the last 7.5 hours you'd seen a scan of your own brain and bones, witnessed the back of your eyeballs, had blood drawn, done fatigue, stress and standard cognition tests, and so much more. So many questions. So few answers.

Egon placed a hand on your thigh to steady himself as he waved the PKE meter over your body. Neither of you verbally acknowledged the spike in your heart rate when he’d done so, but you're sure he noticed; that ghost of a smirk returned to the corner of his mouth though he seemed to fight it.

“Dr. Spengler,” you blurted out, “I think I need a break.”

“Good idea,” he nodded, and began to gently pull the suction cups and sticky pads off your skin, which was much more exposed than you'd cared for it to be.

His fingers brushed your neck as they'd removed the sticky pads from the top of your ribcage, just below your collarbone, and headed up for the ones on your face, and you shuddered below his touch. It wasn’t necessarily the fact that you'd wanted Egon Spengler since you could recall, though never truly thinking he’d be touching you physically in person ever in your life; your neck was also generally just very sensitive to touch. You hated contact with your neck, mostly. You tended not to wear necklaces or turtlenecks or anything of the sort, you feel like you can’t breathe when you do, but this was perturbing for other much less negative reasons. Okay, it was partly touch starvation. You tried not to look him in the eye.

Once you were fully disengaged from the laboratory equipment, you scooted off the surface of the desk and pulled the hem of your shirt back down where it belonged. It was baggy on you, of course, but you needed your hair tie for, well, your hair. You had been hot and flustered for more than a while.

“Did we learn anything?” you asked, trying very hard to keep your breathing steady; you felt dizzy, standing up for the first time in hours, but steadied yourself with a hand on the table until the passed.

“Nothing conclusive,” Egon sighed, frowning at the clipboard in his hands; “I’d hoped we could find some physical anomaly but you seem perfectly fit, if not a bit hot to the touch.”

Too hot to handle, too cold to hold.

“You’re harboring a lot of psychokinetic energy, though. It’s like you exist on a slightly different frequency from the rest of the world. That’s not surprising, given the course of events so far, but it also tells us nothing about what or who caused this, or how to fix it."

You sighed heavily, and ran your hands through your hair. The crinkling of cellophane tickled your ears, and you looked up; before you was a hand outstretched, offering an individually wrapped Hostess Twinkie. Egon Spengler did not share snacks, save for very particular occasions; now, it seemed to be for consolatory purposes.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly, “we’ll figure this out. I give you my word."

You pouted slightly but accepted the sweet, nibbling the end off to tongue the cream out. You had eaten them like that since the start of forever, it was just your preferred method; like licking the cream off an Oreo and eating the cookies after.

Egon watched you like you grew a second head. He averted his eyes when yours flickered to meet them. You proceeded with the disappearance of the remaining sponge cake and once the object in question had been removed from the equation, Egon returned to Earth.

“Thank you.” A nod. “Are you hungry yet?” you asked.

Over the course of the last two hours or so at least, Ray and Peter had wandered in to ask about food a few times each; Egon kept shooing Peter away so he could focus, though he didn’t so heavily object to Ray’s presence, who had often made a point to ask about how you were holding up or suggest a theory.

There was one point he ran out just as suddenly as he had entered; Egon had seen a lot of you today. A lot more than you'd expected so soon. But science was what it was, and in this instance, science was intimate and impersonal at the same time. He made no comments one way or the other, though he’d been red in the face the whole time you had to be partially naked, and there at at one point while your arms were up above your head for one of the spectral scans on the battery of tests to be done, Ray had entered with an enthusiastic “hey, guys, how’s it going” before his eyes landed on yours, then darted downward instinctively, and then immediately he turned and left, beet-red, apologizing repeatedly until he simply could not be heard.

You had laughed at that. Ray was so cute. You were sure he was starving by now.

Winston had gone home earlier; every now and again they’d each get to go to their actual places of living, sleep in their own beds, that sort of thing. You found out he’s married! While you can’t lie, you were rather disappointed to know he was spoken for already (as if you'd ever have the balls to ask him out or make a move or flirt) but it made you very happy to know he was loved by someone. Her name was Tiyah–Tiyah Zeddemore. It had a nice ring to it. They were going to see an opera tonight. Winston was beaming all day before he left, so excited.

Man, it must be nice to have someone love you that hard…

“I could eat,” Egon drew you back from your thoughts, and you looked at him.

“Anything in particular?” you replied, still a little dazed.

He paused to think.

“Do you have a specialty?”

“A few,” you nodded. “Is there anything you don’t like, though?”

He shook his head.

“I’m not picky, for the most part. Though I should tell you, I have an affinity for–”

“--mushrooms, yeah, I know,” you nodded, and he looked puzzled only for an instant, “as a matter of fact, you’ll love the future: you were right. Mushrooms become a huge source of alternative protein and open many, many culinary gateways that were previously shut tight to vegetarian and vegan people, as well as expanding the fields of medicine, nutrition, psychology, and tons of other fascinating aspects. It’s really phenomenal, I think. All that being said…philly cheesesteak or meatball sub?”

He looked delighted, in his own Egon way; his expression changed only slightly, his nostrils flared some, and his eyes twinkled; he smiled, even.

“I’ll never say no to a cheesesteak. Peter and Ray have been waiting longer, though. They’ll probably want a say.”

Not long after, maybe thirty minutes, you and Ray returned from the marketplace around the corner with a large brown paper bag full of the necessary components for the unanimously-chosen Philly cheesesteak.

“I can’t believe Winston’s gonna miss this,” he chattered excitedly, “I can’t wait to see your technique! I wonder how much has changed? Is it even the same sandwich?”

“I think it’s the same, Ray,” Peter chimed in skeptically, watching the pair of you tread upstairs to the kitchenette.

Ray turned only to glower at the man momentarily before scampering up behind you; you hadn’t stopped to listen to them bicker. Once upstairs, you found Egon still in the laboratory section of the living area, but he stopped what he was doing when he heard you approach.

“Oh, good, you’re here,” he greeted in a Spengler Classic fashion, still as monotone as ever; he immediately came forth and took the paper bag from your arms, making quick work of depositing the food on the counter and dragging you and Ray over to his desk.

“I found a similar case in Albin’s Compendium of an instance in 1842 in Pennsylvania. There were remains discovered in a blown-up mining town, and fragments of a bomb that shouldn’t have existed at the time embedded in the bedrock around, and in, the corpses. The negative energy has continued to manifest in the town and the fires in the coal mines below still burn to this day.”

Another Spengler Classic was the strong undercurrents of excitement when he was talking about something horribly morbid. Death, plague, disease, murder, all aspects dark and deadly seemed to bring a mad eagerness forth, whether he realized it or not you were never sure. But he was doing it then; he fought a smile the whole time he spoke and his eyes glimmered with a sick delight. To be fair, the more he talked, the wilder it (and he) got.

“To make matters stranger, once the remains that seemed to be the deliverer of the bomb were pieced together, by evidence of uniform scraps—buttons and such, and equipment alike, it appeared to be a Nazi footsoldier. There’s no plausible explanation as to how this took place, or why, of course.”

You and Ray peered at the open book on the table your body had previously occupied; the yellowing pages showed a sepia-toned old picture of the artifacts mentioned, among fragments of the bomb that indicated its design. It was all definitely World War II era materials, and the swastika-bearing eagle on the warped metal badge in the photograph was unmistakable. Ray and Egon exchanged a meaningful, wordless glance, and then looked at you.

“This is huge,” Ray spoke, his tone low and conspiratorial but he was sheerly elated at the find, “we’re on the right track now, I feel it, Spengler!”

It was then that Peter tapped his way up the stairs. You took that as a good break point to start cooking.

Ray and Egon chattered amongst themselves about his discovery; Peter sat in a chair and watched you sauté the beef, peppers, mushrooms and onions; Ray and Peter didn’t want mushrooms, so you gave the extra to Egon. By the time the provolone cheese, cut thick, had melted on the top, they’d all gathered around to watch it bubble as if it were something magic. It didn’t take ten minutes for them to devour the sandwiches, as well as the potato chips you'd gotten. Another ten minutes did in the cheesecake, and then, all were laid back in overstuffed bliss.

“Cancel the tests,” Peter grunted, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied expression as he looked at you, “destroy the evidence, we’re keeping you here forever.”

“If only,” Ray commiserated with a forlorn, wistful look at you as well.

Egon was still savoring the last bites of his cheesecake, and so said nothing, but gave a concurring mumble and a nod in your direction; you figured there was a compliment somewhere in there.

“I’ve never been loved like this,” Peter continued, gazing at you lovingly.

You giggled, which surprised even you. Peter looked quite pleased at that.

“Well, get used to it,” you replied pridefully with a wink, and stood, clearing the table.

Thankfully, the guys were fans of disposable tableware; it cut down on dishes, and so all you had to actually wash were the dishes from the cooking. A cutting board, a knife, a sheet pan, a skillet, and a spatula. You had it done in five minutes’ time, and by then, the table had been overtaken once more by books and equipment as it was before the great feast. Stantz and Spengler sat arm-to-arm at the table, sipping cold beers, Ray smoking, sussing out what they could find about that Centralia Crossrip, as they called it. Peter had sat still long enough to smoke a cigarette and drink half a Pabst Blue Ribbon himself before calling it a night. It wasn’t super late, to be honest, but it’d been a while since he’d had a meal that big, or that good.

Once everything was taken care of, you decided a shower was in order. You shambled into the sleeping quarters and to your still unmade bed, past Peter, who was perched upon his own bed, perusing a magazine he’d presumably purloined from Ms. Melnitz. You felt his eyes on you as you gathered up your pajamas, towels, and your bag of hygiene products…you tried not to mind him, but you did glance at him a few brief times; each time, you just barely caught his eyes flickering back to the magazine in his hands. He’d clear his throat, and mumble something about something or other, incoherent. You rolled your eyes and wandered into the showers.

You turned the taps on the farthest shower in the corner of the room, trying to feel out the right temperature. Once it was hot enough for your taste, you stripped to your birthday suit and decided it was worth the battery expenditure to play music on your phone for a short while. Once you were satisfied with the selection (“Higher and Higher” performed by the ineffable Jackie Wilson) you took a deep breath and stepped into the streaming water.

Even this experience felt different. You felt very small, and not just because the shower was huge. You let the water hit your skin, breathed in the steam, began your ritual. You could only hope your skin didn't disagree with the water hardness or having to completely change your entire lineup of soaps and scrubs; you kept as close as you could, save for a few scent choices. Honey vanilla will be your signature scent here. You sang as you scrubbed, enjoying yourself well enough. The next track to play was “New Invention” by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME–exactly like that, yes–and with it the mood changed slightly. You loved this song. It felt very sensual, kind of spooky, generally it tickled your brain in all the right ways. By the time that track ended, you had just rinsed the last of the conditioner out of your hair, and gave your face one last quick scrub with just your hands and the water. You shut off the taps and collected your towel, doing the flip-and-twist wrap technique to secure it atop your head. You made your way to the sink and mirror, wrapping your body in another towel, still dripping wet; steam rolled off the exposed parts of your skin. You suppose you may have run it a little hot. Oops.

You brushed your teeth and toned and moisturized your face to “Flip City” by Glenn Frey.

“Wake me when it’s over, tell me I’m alright,

Tell me it was just a dream, a dream I had last night–

I can hear the spirits now, moving underground

I can feel them closing in, about to drag me down–"

You sang along, drying yourself off more thoroughly now that everything from the neck up was taken care of. As always, the natural moisture retention of the skin made it slightly difficult to pull the black tank top you had chosen for a night shirt over your chest, and it stuck to your back, rolling up on itself instead of simply scooting down like it should have. Lazy and now quite sleepy after a hot shower and all that food, you simply left it half rolled down your midriff; the important bits were covered, you figured. You wore those same comfortable red buffalo plaid pajama pants from your own realm. A comfort from home. Once you were dressed, you turned your phone off and took a brief moment to inspect yourself in the slightly steamy mirror. You looked tame enough. You wandered back into the dormitory, and found Ray and Egon had joined Peter there; they were still discussing findings in scientific dialogue neither you or Pete could keep up with if you tried, but when you walked in, all eyes fell on you. You glanced quickly between the three of them; they all seemed focused, at least for the brief moment your eyes were on them, on your exposed stomach. You crossed your arms over yourself and frowned.

“Y’all act like you’ve never seen a gut before,” you grunted, slinking over to your bed, which was across from Peter’s, placing Ray’s clothes and your wet towels in the laundry bag you had procured. It was undoubted you were flushed red from the heat of the water, yes, but now it was for all sorts of reasons other than that. Particularly the way Egon smirked at you. Well, not at you, necessarily, but while looking at you; when you spoke, however, they all averted their gaze…except Peter, unsurprisingly.

“It’s been longer for some of us than others,” he quipped, amused.

Egon shrunk slightly. Ray blushed a dark pink.

“That's not a crime, you know,” you chuckled at them, tugging the bottom of the shirt down where it would normally have been.

They looked at you normally then. Except for Peter. Of course.

“Say, Y/N, do you have a better half back at home?” Venkman asked innocently enough, sitting up and setting his magazine aside to give you his full attention.

You went to start on making up your bed and found it was already made up neatly. The corners were tucked in and everything. The pillow had even been fluffed. A stuffed toy black bear sat upon the sheets.

“Aw, thanks, guys,” you cooed, beaming at them, “who did this?”

Ray gave a sheepish smile.

“I figured it was the least I could do,” he shrugged, “you know. Hospitality.”

You wandered over and placed a delicate kiss on his forehead. He tensed a little, going red again and grinning widely, only more so when you giggled at his response to the gesture of thanks. You returned to your own bed and sat on the wrinkle-free covers, brushing your hair.

“What did you say, Peter? I’m sorry,” you looked at Venkman passively, who seemed a bit miffed now, if only very minutely; you figure people didn’t ignore him often. They probably didn’t get the choice.

“I asked if there was someone special back home. No ring?” He raised an eyebrow, wiggling his left ring finger in your direction for a moment in emphasis.

Egon stuck his nose deeper into the old suspiciously skin-toned patchwork leather bound compendium he was reading as his ears burned, but Ray made no real effort to hide his interest in your answer. You faltered.

“Oh, well…no,” you frowned, “there was someone but…things didn’t work out.”

Peter scoffed. At first you were offended, but he jumped to his feet with purpose.

“Who,” he demanded, striding the three strides it took to reach your bedside and dropping to one knee before grabbing your hand, “and I mean who in their right mind would give you up? I’ll wait the damn thirty years to punch his lights out myself. Or laugh at him. Up to you, really, dealer’s choice. We could make him go away–”

“Peter, please,” you interrupted, bristling so hard that you all but yanked your hand away, “it’s a sore subject. It’s been a long time but…please. I don’t want to talk about it further. Take the no and run wherever you’ll go with it.”

He frowned, and the room was suddenly rather tense.

“Understood. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” Peter said softly, giving your knee a gentle, apologetic pat, standing up.

You grabbed his hand as he turned, and he looked back at you.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, “I just…sorry.”

“Hey, it’s no skin off my nose,” Peter replied, smiling softly at you; he didn’t seem upset in the least, “I shouldn’t have pried. But I mean what I said. Whoever you end up with one day is one lucky bastard and if they don’t know it by the time they’ve seen you for the very first time, I’ll tell them myself.”

You chuckled; you only realized then that you almost started to cry. You tried not to draw attention to the lump in your throat. Peter ruffled your still-wet hair, gagged dramatically at the wet and cold sensation, wiped his hands all over the back of your shirt. You knocked him over, and he tumbled back onto Winston’s unoccupied bed. You descended into a fit of giggles.

“Give the rest of us a chance, Pete,” Ray pouted from his bed.

Peter looked at him and gave him an expression of a man who knew he was too blessed to exist, but didn’t plan on looking a gift horse in the mouth, if you get his drift. You found yourself rather red in the face.

“I’d fight someone for you,” Ray told you, nodding with conviction, “And I find out anyone hurts you while you’re here and they’ll deal with not just me, but all of us, right, Egie?”

Egon, startled at his being dragged into the conversation, looked up frightfully, but seemed to concur.

“Yo,” he declared deeply, raising a fist partway into the air in solidarity.

You burst into another fit of giggles, fixing your hair and setting your brush under the bed for the time being. You sat cross-legged and looked at the men surrounding you.

“Thanks, guys. I appreciate that more than you know.”

They all mumbled their affirmations. You wanted to hug them each very tightly for a very long time, but boundaries are a thing, so you settled for slipping under your blankets.

“It really took no time at all to grow attached to you,” Egon finally spoke, surprising everyone in the room to some degree or another; “in a way it’s very similar to naming a stray animal you started feeding regularly and the resulting increase of trust and happiness in all parties."

“Except this animal feeds you, Spengie,” Venkman rebutted.

Egon faltered.

“Yes. Quite well. Thank you again.”

You nodded and couldn’t help but laugh. He looked so serious sitting there stick-straight in his bed, in his colorful polka dot pajamas, reading his Necronomicon, you assumed. He returned to his book and, with one hand, managed to open and unwrap a Twinkie, popping it in his mouth in mere moments. Swift fingers, you guessed, all that delicate engineering and whatnot. You try not to think about that for too long.

“What’s on the itinerary for tomorrow?” you asked, looking between the men.

“Well,” Ray considered, “Winston comes back at 6 in the morning for another 48-hour run. Pete’s got his day off starting then too.”

“I’ll be around, though, just for pleasure, not business,” Peter winked.

Ray frowned at him.

“That just means he’s sleeping in and won't go home,” he explained flatly. “Spengler’s going to head to the library to see what else he can dig up. I’ve got to check in on The Occult.”

“Your shop?” you tilted your head involuntarily, like a curious puppy.

Ray grinned at you.

“Yeah. Shouldn’t be surprised you knew. Wanna come?”

You nodded; that sunshiny grin got wider. You couldn’t help but smile back at him. Now it was Peter who looked a little pouty. It’s kind of funny to you; it was probably mutual, the amount of attention being received from the opposite sex skyrocketing for all parties save for maybe Peter and Winston in the last 48 hours compared to the last several months, you figure, at least. It had been quite a while for you anyway.

You pursed your lips and watched Ray light up a cigarette, offering the pack to Peter, who accepted; he then reached across and offered it to you.

“Oh, no thanks, I don’t smoke cigarettes. I prefer my herb a little greener,” you mumbled the last bit, politely declining.

Egon perked up like a dog that caught the scent of a sizzling ribeye steak. He didn’t say anything, but you made eye contact, he raised an eyebrow, you nodded a minuscule nod, and that Spengler Classic half-smirk made a brief comeback. You believe you have just made plans to get baked together. There’s no telling till it happens, but you're looking forward to it. Ray and Peter exchanged a look.

“I haven’t done that stuff since college,” Ray thought for a moment, furrowing his brow; “last time, I ate a whole pound of peanut butter fudge and passed out watching Saturday Night Live.”

“Been there, my guy,” you nodded sagely.

“Last time for me was a few months ago with this really gorgeous hippie girl I met on a bust. She remembered me from Columbia. We watched Evil Dead, but I don’t remember any of it.” Peter got a lopsided grin on his face at the thought.

“Last time for me was Tuesday,” Egon chimed in quietly.

The others looked at him with surprise. He averted his gaze bashfully, probably regretting his admission.

“Yesterday, technically,” you sighed.

They all looked at you; Egon’s stare was much less surprised than the other’s.

You stuck your tongue out at Venkman, who looked the most incredulous, and he raised his eyebrows even further.

“Don’t threaten me,” he warned quietly, “I’ll come over there.”

Ray batted Venkman’s head with the Mr. Stay Puft. Pete winced.

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THERE IT IS,,, CHAPTER TWOOOO,,, AAAA

i hope y’all enjoy ;w; chapter 3 has not begun yet so there will probably b more time between this and that but i have ~plot ideas~ so this has a track to run on which is more than i can normally say for my brain lmfao

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tedesquire · 2 years

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Could you write smth with Egon x reader, your writing is all so good and they make me so happy. Please I’m begging :’) anything you want topic-wise, as long as it’s with Egon. Thank you and ily :))))

It's a Date

Description: You and Egon have been dating for weeks, though it would help if he knew that.

A/N: Had this idea in my head for a while… It’s probably something that would happen to me if I was 2% more unstable. Again, I love when people say "write whatever you want" but then I am faced with the reality of wow I get to write what I want... for a public audience...

“Egon, are you aware that there’s a woman at the bar who hasn’t taken her eyes off you all night?” Peter jutted his chin to gesture behind where you and Egon sat, a glint of mischief in his eye.

The gang had invited you and Janine out to a bar after their most recent bust, and while Janine declined, you couldn’t resist an opportunity to spend time with your boyfriend, Dr. Egon Spengler. It had only been a few weeks, but you were as infatuated with him as ever.

It began when he had asked you to tag along with him on a run to pick up some yeast and mold samples he had purchased a few towns over, inviting you to dinner as well. He made you smile, laugh, and he offered to pay for your meal.

“Wow, it’s almost as if this was a date.” You had teased, taking a sip of your wine.

“Well, we’re currently two people in a social engagement at a particular time, so yes, a date.” He shrugged his shoulders.

You were over the moon, smiling for the rest of the night. Since then you had been on multiple coffee and dinner dates, park outings, and sweet nights just resting at your apartment.

“Aren’t you going to talk to her?” Ray asked, bringing you back to reality.

You laughed heartily, shaking your head. “Ha ha Stantz, nice try.”

“Oh?” Wintson chimed in, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “And why wouldn’t he? Some girls like the nerd-type you know, look at Dana and Peter.”

“Hey, I resent that!” You raised an eyebrow, ignoring Peter’s cry of outrage.

“Because… Egon’s seeing someone…?” You were taken back by their lack of knowledge, eying the man in question, waiting for him to chime in. Was he trying to keep it a secret?

“Spengler, you dog! I take back everything I said about you! Well, a good 98%, at least. Who is the lucky fossil?” Venkman laughed, elbowing a chuckling Winston. You felt your heart sink. Did they really not know?

“No, I bet it’s Janine. Is it Janine?” Winston asked, genuine excitement in his tone.

“What about that woman from the bust last Saturday who was eyeing you… what’s her name…” Ray thought out loud.

“He won’t say anything! Y/n, you know who it is! Tell us. C’mon tell us.” Venkman begged, and you looked towards Egon, whose dark brows were furrowed in confusion.

“Me…?” You muttered weakly, the end of the sentence more posed as a question. The table burst into cheers, but you couldn't focus on anything other than Egon’s shocked expression.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, placing your hand on his arm.

“I wasn’t aware that we were in a relationship.” Panic bubbled in your stomach.

“What do you mean, we’ve been dating for weeks!” The table had quieted by now, all men equally lost as to what the hell was going on. Egon remained quiet, allowing you to think out loud. “You… you asked me to go pick up yeast samples and have dinner with you and you said it was a date.’”

“Oh my god,” Venkman cut in, not that you were paying close attention. “Is that an ionized class 4 apparition? We’re going to go check it out.” The three other men slid out of the booth faster than you had ever seen them move before in your life.

“And then,” You continued, voice started to crack as your throat became tense. “We had coffee, I invited you over for a movie, we’ve had dinner multiple times…” Realization dawned on you, instantly sliding out of the booth and standing.

“Oh my god.. Oh my god! You… you didn’t think we were dating. Because we weren’t. You didn’t say it was a date... You just mentioned it was a date, like an appointment. And I’m an idiot.” The music felt too loud, your heartbeat racing in your ears. You peered over your shoulder to find Winston, Peter, and Ray at the bar staring at you guys, immediately breaking contact to pretend as if they weren’t witnessing the most humiliating moment of your life.

“I thought you didn’t like touch too much so I didn’t try to…” You weakly tried to justify your actions.

“Y/n-” Suddenly it felt like everyone was staring, recognizing that you were a moon-eyed fool who believed in love so much you had made up a relationship with your coworker. You could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, tears welling and starting to pour down your cheeks.

So you did the only rational thing you could think of to do, you ran.

Oh god, how could you think that for one second Dr. Egon Spengler, an intelligent, handsome, and caring man, would take one look at you and want to date you? He had his pick of fans and fellow members of academia, and who were you? Just a little nobody.

You could picture it now; him laughing with the guys about obsessed with him you were, telling this story to women who hung off his every word. Soon the whole city would know about your foolishness.

As soon as you had started running you knew you couldn’t think of anywhere to go where Egon or the team wouldn’t find you, ruling out work and your apartment. And since you left your coat and wallet at the bar, that eliminated the option to hail a taxi. So the only place you could think to go to was Bryant Park, hopelessly believing that the fountain might cheer you up

How were you supposed to go to work? You couldn't quit- could you? No, that would be too rash, too babyish. You’d suppose you’d have to suffer through Venkman’s quips and the pitying looks from Stantz and Zeddemore. And you would have to muster up enough courage to be in the same room with Egon, look at him, or speak with him.

Maybe you could think about that quitting idea later.

“No wishes?” A deep voice startled you out of your thoughts, grabbing a large rock you had placed on the ledge earlier and pulling your arm back to throw it. “Woah, woah! Don’t- uh! It’s me! Egon!” You met his eyes and sighed heavily, throwing the rock down by your feet to wipe your tear-stricken face. If you weren’t so upset you would have laughed at how panicked he seemed at the thought of you hitting him.

“Do you often sit alone in the city with a rock to defend yourself with?” You could tell Egon was trying to make the atmosphere less awkward, and usually you would love him for it but all you felt was shame.

“I’m a woman. It’s the 80’s. It’s late.” Your sentences were clipped, throat tense from crying. “What do you want, Egon?” You sighed, turning your head to face the reflection again. “Come to make fun of me?”

“I would never, you know that.”

“Well, I did believe we were dating so clearly my mental accuracy is unstable.” You sniffed softly.

“That’s not the conclusion I came up with.”

“How did you find me?” You jumped, noticing he had sat on the ledge beside you.

“You mentioned it weeks ago, when we went to check out the new additions of the occult section at the public library. You pointed it out through the windows. If I recall correctly you mentioned your fondness for the fountain and how you went ice skating near it a few winters previous.”

“You remembered that?”

“I remember everything you say.” You tried to stop your blush as tears threatened to spill again.

“Egon-”

“Let me explain. Please?” He waited until you nodded, standing back up to his full height and pacing in front of you as he spoke.

“While it’s true, I had no idea that you felt a romantic inclination towards me. But looking back it seems so obvious, I should have noticed. You let me talk to you about my theories and recent work, though you’ve told me time and time again you have no clue what I’m saying. You came with me to collect samples and eat out on a Saturday night when you could have been doing anything else. Every time you invited me for a movie you had multiple options and let me pick what I wanted to view. You made dessert each time because you know I have a sweet tooth.”

“You stack the basement full of water bottles to make sure I’m taking in enough fluids, you bring me coffee first in the morning before anyone else and make me non-caffeinated tea after 5 pm in hopes I will create a steady sleeping schedule. And you avoided trying to make me uncomfortable by touching, even when you thought we were dating.”

“Egon-” You tried to interrupt, unsure of where he was going with this.

“Everything you do, whether you realize it or not, reflects your true feelings for me, and I failed to recognize it. You care for me and accept me as I am…”

“Egon-”

“Please! Y/n!” He shouted, stopping his walk and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I- I’m trying to say something.” He took another deep breath, standing in front of you, tipping your chin upwards to look at him.

“I was so shocked at the back at the bar because I had a hard time accepting your romantic view of me. That you believed if I was in a relationship with you that I would not take you out on dates, take you to a restaurant, pull your chair out for you, pay for your meal. That I wouldn’t compliment you or call you beautiful, and you are, objectively speaking, so, so beautiful.” His thumb softly rubbed your cheek, his hand cradling your face.

“I can’t comprehend what would lead you to believe that I wouldn’t tell our friends about us the second we got together. That I would not hold your hand, hug you, or.. Or kiss you.” He seemed nervous now, breath shaky. His fingers were still weakly pressed against your chin. “I would be willing to do it all, if you were the one I was with.”

His hands never left your skin, an arm wrapping around the small of your back to pull you in close, his warm breath mixing fanning across your face. His eyes flickered between your eyes and mouth, muttering something unintelligible before softly pressing his lips against yours.

You had been waiting, wanting this for so long, eyes fluttering shut and pressing your palms against his broad chest. Could he hear your heartbeat? You wondered, it was fluttering so loudly.

Egon invaded all your senses, the taste of the beer he nursed earlier on your tongue, the smell of his cologne, the softness of his lips and small calluses on his fingers against your skin.

The kiss deepened, a deep moan escaping from Egon’s throat. He had thought of this moment for just as long, if not longer than you. The first moment he laid eyes on you, applying for extra help, he knew he had lost his focus and resolve. He wasn't as smooth or charming as other men and therefore was quite hesitant about breaking the barrier of your friendship.

He snuck a guilty peek at you every time he came back for air, just to make sure this wasn’t another dream, or a hallucination. The way you gripped him tightly, your body fitting perfectly against his, it was as if for the first time in his life he didn’t feel shy.

You both separated, gasping for air, Egon pulling your head in to rest on his chest, petting it gently.

“Let me show you what it would be like to be my romantic companion. Let me try again. I will never make you feel unloved or unwanted, I promise.” He pressed another his to your forehead.

So yes, that night would go down in history as being one of the most embarrassing moments of your life, but in the years to follow, you wouldn’t change it for a thing.

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forthemasses1789 · 2 years

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Warm Baths- Ray Stantz x Reader

Request from Anon-Hello, lovely !! Hope you're doing amazing ! And if you're not too busy, I have request for you. Could you do a cute little story where the reader takes a bath with ray <33 Maybe with a little bit of smut but thats entirely up to you ! Thank you!! 💕💕

Summary- A long-needed break from busting up some ghosts is finally taken by Ray and (Y/N), with a week left to do what they please, they decide to spend a week at (Y/N)'s sister's house. Long-awaited affection between the two is finally given, fluff and a sprinkle of spice ensue!

Word Count- 1.3k

It had been 6 months and 17 days since (Y/N) had taken a break that lasted longer than a day. For whatever reason, paranormal activity in New York was reaching very high levels, which meant that there really wasn't any time for a break. Along with the lack of breaks longer than 24 hours came lack of sleep, and proper nutrition, unfortunately, it also came with a lack of affection from their normally puppy-like boyfriend, Ray.

Both Ray and (Y/N) had been working around the clock, which meant that both were insanely slept deprivied and on edge, they simply didn't have the energy or time to fit in sleepy kisses in the morning, random cuddles from behind while cleaning down ECTO or any general couple things. So when (Y/N) had been called by their sister asking if they could come and house sit for a week while they went off on holiday it had seemed like all that work had been worth it.

After clearing it up with Peter and Winston, they packed their bags and headed off, although they were not spared from some not so PG comments from one Peter Venkman about what exactly they would get up to for the week they were away. The house itself was only around an hour and a half from HQ, however, the drive there made it feel closer to 3. Both Ray and (Y/N) agreed that they desperately needed sleep, and admittedly, some alone time together.

The house itself was very nice, well, as nice as a house that close to New York could be. By the time (Y/N) and Ray had arrived, (Y/N)'s sister had already left, which luckily wasn't a problem considering (Y/N) had a spare key to the house anyway. The first thing that they did when they walked in was flop quite unceremoniously on the bed, bags that had been stuffed with clothes, toiletries, and other things needed for a week away left abandoned at the foot of the bed.

Honestly, they laid there splayed out on the bed, simply holding hands and basking in each other's presence for about an hour. By the time the thought of having a bath even crossed their minds, it was about 6:30 meaning they had to figure out what in the hell they were going to do for dinner.

(Y/N) shuffled slightly on the bed, reluctantly removing their hand from Ray's and sitting up, prompting Ray to do the same. "We need to eat something before we go to bed" it seemed that the mention of food made Ray realize just how hungry he was. And the fact that they had absolutely no idea as to what the go was with the food.

Ray's soft voice filled the room as he got up off of the bed, offering his hand to (Y/N), "Shall we go investigate the food arrangements milady?" Wiggling his eyebrows, he bowed his head, hand still outstretched. (Y/N) giggled slightly, ducking their head and taking his hand before answering in a posh accent, "We shall my lord."

Luckily the fridge wasn't completely bare, and on further investigation, neither was the pantry. After some light-hearted arguments about the meal, mostly consisting of whether or not Ray even knew how to cook said meal, they settled on toasted sandwiches.

Dinner was nice, it felt right sitting together and just... being happy together. They both admitted at some point during dinner that they had missed just being together and talking without having to worry about the sudden screeching of an alarm signaling another haunting that needed to be dealt with.

Now that their stomachs were full, their minds began to drift back to the bathroom. It really didn't take that much convincing, considering how Ray looked like he was going to fall asleep at any given second. All it took was the sound of running water, the soft glow of lit candles under the door, and the sweet scent of the candles and bubble bath to draw him into the bathroom.

(Y/N) had already stripped off and was now submerged in the water, happily swirly their hands around in the water. The sight in front of Ray elicited a mutter of astonishment, everything seemed to slow down as he took in the scene in front of him.

The soft glow of the candles illuminated their face perfectly, highlighting their usually tense features that were now settled in a relaxed smile. The bubbles in the water came up just to their chest, however droplets of water and little bubbles lingered on their neck from when they got in the bath, or brushed their hand over their neck, shimmering slightly in the dimmed light of the candles.

Noting the other presence in the room, they looked up, smiling softly as Ray-not so subtly- checked them out. "Eyes up front soldier!" A shameless smile sat comfortably on their lips, the teasing tone in their voice making itself known. He chuckled, head dipping slightly at the action, before beginning to strip off himself. Seeing this, (Y/N) maneuvered themselves so there was space behind them in the bath, obviously inviting Ray to sit behind them.

It had been quite a while since either once had had a bath, let alone with each other. So when Ray almost slipped on his way into the bath and had to catch himself on (Y/N)'s shoulders, it took approximately 3 seconds for the couple to burst into laughter. In between laughs, Ray slid down, finally, into the warm water, slotting his legs on either side of (Y/N)'s body.

(Y/N) immediately responded, leaning back on his chest and bringing one hand up to wrap around the side of his neck. Ray sighed, burying his nose into the back of (Y/N)'s neck, "I've missed this.", the muffled words did not go unheard, in fact, they incited a response. A small smile graced (Y/N)'s lips, tugging Ray's head out from their neck, they turned to him, looking into his big brown eyes.

"I've missed you." They leaned in for a kiss, one which was met with the same passion, love, and hunger they had. It took a surprisingly short amount of time for the kiss to turn from 'sweet with a hint of spice' to 'damn okay, we doing this now?', but that didn't make either one of them want to stop, if anything it made the kiss deeper and hungrier.

(Y/N) reluctantly pulled away, although it wasn't for long, they sat up, turning around to straddle Ray's hips, beginning to gently rock themselves on his lap, immediately reinitiating the kiss once they were comfortable again. Ray's hands flew to their back, it was wet from the water but it meant that their body was enticingly warm.

The kiss was getting more heated, in the blur that was the passionate makeout sesh in the bath, Ray handed up with one hand on their hip (that was half in the water) and another knotted in their hair, using it that as a way to try and pull (Y/N) as close as possible. One of (Y/n)'s hands rested at the base of Ray's neck, stroking it gently as they continued to kiss.

The sheer need in the air was growing more and more obvious, a gentle tug of Ray's hair was all that was needed to send (Y/N)'s previously gentle rocking on Ray's lap, to a desperate search for much-needed friction.

Suddenly, (Y/N) stopped, face flushed and breathing heavily they proposed a question, "How about we take this to the very comfortable bed?" At which Ray had already begun stumbling out of the bathtub, the sounds of (Y/N)'s breathy laughter behind him.

For the first time in a long while, they felt relaxed, both of them. They didn't have to worry about waking up to the alarm of the Firehouse or the emptiness on the other side of their shared bed. They were happy. Even though (Y/N) would most definitely be walking into the Firehouse with a limp when they got back home.

A/N- Thank you so much for this request Anon, I hope that it met your expectations! I had fun writing it, as for the plethora of other requests I have received and works I'm doing currently, stay tuned. I plan on fulfilling another request soon! If you want to join my taglist, here is the link, my inbox is open, and I will be posting again soon. Even if you didn’t like the story, please let me know if you like my writing style or have any suggestions for getting better. My writing is not perfect, and I would love to be given the opportunity to advance my skills. Have a wonderful day!

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xxmoodslimexx · 2 years

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“Don’t listen to them. You’re perfect the way you are.” + ray c:

((This one’s so short I’m so sorry!! Very fluffy tho :) ))

You’re perfect the way you are.

Ray Stantz x reader

“I don’t know if I can do this.”

“I know exactly how you feel, y/n, trust me.. But I promise it’ll be okay.”

You sighed and turned from the full length bedroom mirror to look at Ray. He was struggling to fix his black bow tie.. Just like he had been when you first started getting changed. You giggled and stepped in to help. The team had been invited (forced, really) to a black tie charity event hosted in city hall. Winston had pointed out it was a free advertising opportunity and free press.. But that’s exactly what you were afraid of.

As the newest member of the team and romantic partner of an existing member, you weren’t unfamiliar with media attention. Your existence didn’t make national news or even big headlines or anything, but there were still trashy magazines and the odd talk show that loved to comment on your appearance and speculate about your life and relationship. Generally, you didn’t like to invite it.

“There,” you said as you straightened the tie and gently lay your hands on Rays chest and smiled up at him, “looking good, handsome.”

He beamed and ran his hands down your shoulders and arms, letting them rest at the elbows. Standing this close to him was so cosy and you could feel the heat radiating off him from the compliment. He leaned in and sweetly kissed your lips.

“Makes a change from overalls,” he said modestly, “but look at you.. You look more amazing than usual. I wasn’t sure that was even possible.”

It was your turn to blush then. Without letting go of you he gently turned you around so you were both looking at the mirror. You leaned back against his soft frame and examined your outfit for the millionth time. It was certainly nicer than anything else in your wardrobe, but you still weren’t sure if it was exactly right. Your hair was formal enough but did it even suit you? Even with skincare products and whatever there wasn’t a whole lot you could do with the actual features on your face. Or how awkward you could be among crowds sometimes. Or anything else inherent to your personality that might not fit.

Ray noticed your smile fade and so his did too. He hated seeing you upset, especially when you were down on yourself. More than anything he wished you could see yourself the way he did.

“Hey,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around your middle now and squeezing gently, “I’m gonna be right with you the whole time. People are gonna love you and if they don’t.. Don’t listen to them. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

You watched his face in the glass. He made eye contact the whole time and was dripping with love and sincerity. You felt so lucky to have him.

“C’mere..”

Once more you turned to face him and he pulled you into one of his famous hugs. Ray gave the best hugs not just on the team but in the universe. You felt safe and warm and more ready now to take on whatever the night threw at you. He kissed your head and pulled back one last time.

“I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too,” you replied, much more relaxed now.

He playfully cleared his throat and offered you his arm like a gentleman. “Shall we?”

You laughed and took his arm. You barely let go of it all night.

#ghostbusters #Ray Stantz x reader #prompts

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just-your-emo-sensei · 2 years

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PLEASE do an rgb!ray x reader fic I am starved for content thank you

Sure thing! I saw rgb x reader and Ghostbusters x reader content a little bone dry, so I kinda wanted to change that. So my dear reader sit back and relax 😌

I like Ray Stantz, he's like an embodiment of a Golden Retriever puppy. A bubbly personality, EXTREMELY huggable, childlike innocence and behavior at times, lovable guy, the list goes on and on why I adore him!!!

Ray Stantz x Reader

Warnings: Peter Venkman being a total ass, ooc little bit, a littlebit of angst ig, that's about it lol

Tittle:

Teddy Bear

The winter bitter cold sets in New York City. During these times, everyone stays with their love ones. We'll everyone expect for the Ghostbusters... Calls have been steadily inclining like there's no tomorrow. Packed into Ecto-1, Ray was driving, Winston in the passenger seat with Peter wedged in-between them. You and Egon sitting into the back. You were pissed off that Peter was keeping you from Ray. Ray was upset but he just thought that Peter was in a hurry and just got in, but that was far from the truth. Egon knew exactly what was going on, he knew you beyond pissed off with Peter and he knew what Peter was up too. He kept quiet hoping it would resolve itself, but as that turn months he was getting quite fed up himself. Of course Ray didn't see the situation at hand becoming a huge problem, he was just that innocent. Winston knew but he just stayed out of it, knowing it's none of his business. But that didn't stop him from feeling bad for you. Egon and Winston, being your two best friends, could read you like a book. They just wished Ray could see what Peter was doing to you. As the Ecto-1 came to a halting stop. All of you slightly going forward from the force. Getting out with Proton packs equipped, ready for any ghost that may peak out of the blue.

"Hmm... I'm getting readings of a Class 2 free roaming ghost." Egon told the rest. You all nod, signaling understanding.

*Time Skip brought to you by Slimer slimming Peter*

As you all got back to the firehouse, Egon disposed of ghost in the Contament Unit. Peter still being an ass like usual, Winston was already getting tired of Peter just like you were. Egon walked back upstairs joining you, Winston and Ray. Just as Ray opened a bag of chips, Slimer appeared out of nowhere and snatched the chips out of his hands and took off upstairs. Chasing after him, it left you guys with Peter, grimace the fact that he still had a sumged look on his face, he walk towards your little friend group.

"So... (Y/N)... How's your relationship with Ray, to me it looks like you been distant with him. What's the matter? Don't love him anymore?" Peter teased you. That statement sent you over the edge. You looked down trying to stop your tears, but it was no use. Peter chuckled. Winston was pissed off, but Egon was beyond pissed off. You ran out just as Ray was coming down the stairs.

"Hey guys, I'm back with from groce- Whoa hey (Y/N)!" Janine just got out of your way in the nick of time. Everyone just watched (y/g) run out of the firehouse. "Well, I guess (Y/N) wasn't happy to see me." Janine joked a little trying to ease the tension in the air.

"Um, what happened here? Egon? Winston? Peter?.." Ray asked with innocence laced in his voice along with confusion. "Oh Ray buddy, I think (Y/N) is just trying to avoid you-" Peter was quickly silenced, "No Peter, your just being a total ass to (y/g). Ever since they started dating you been bulling the hell out of (Y/N)!! I had it, I will not stand back and watch you do this anymore Peter. I never thought you would go this low, and it's pathetic." Egon spat out at Peter. Anger lacing his voice. "Yeah man, I knew from the get go, that you were an ass but this. This is just to much Peter." Winston spoke up backing up Egon's statement.

"Peter... Is this true?.. You been keeping me and my (bf/gf) away from me?..." Ray asked him with sadness. Realization hitting him like bricks, he felt like a bad boyfriend not seeing you suffering from Peter. Ray ran out of the firehouse after you. "Peter... I thought I told you to leave (y/n) alone." Janine told Peter with venom laced in her voice. Peter nervously chuckled.

As the cold air nipped at Ray's skin, he frantically searched for you. Only to find that went into a Café. Going inside and sitting down next to you. "You could've told me what Peter was doing to you. I would've stop it." Ray told you quietly. You looked up at him teary-eyed. "How did you find out?.." You asked him quietly. "Egon kinda blew up on Peter." Ray dryly laughed. "But, there's no excuse for what Venkman had done to you. We'll have a long conversation with him. We'll make sure he'll never do this again. I think Egon and Janine are about to, if not already have, give him a lesson. But I don't want you to be afraid to talk to me if something like this or anything is bothering you. You need to be your own voice, I don't need to find out from Egon or the others. I need you to speak to me. Understand? And I'm sorry for not seeing this before and being blind by not seeing this clearly happening.." Ray asked and apologized you with love in his voice. You smiled as he reached to wipe away your tears. "I'll surely will Ray. And it's ok, I forgive you." You told him. "Excellent, now give your Teddy Bear a hug." He said with a huge warm smile on his face. You both hug a nice big warm hug. He gave you a little kiss on the cheek, paid for your order of (your order at the Café) and walked you back to the firehouse. This time no more Dr. Asshole Venkman, Ray was damned to not let this happen again.

The End

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crow-lex · 2 years

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Can you do a Ray Stantz x reader, fluffy, #20 from the ❤ list.

Here's your request honey! I hope you enjoy it, Ray is definitely one of my favorites ;)

The Ghostbusters and y/n had received a call.

A ghost of dubious characteristics had appeared inside a residence...

Due to the nature of the case, both you and others were hesitant to respond to the desperate call.

However, it didn't take long for Ray himself, so excited by the new experience... to insist on attending.

And after all. Who were you to say no?

...

The group still remained in the station garage. Equipping all the necessary material for the job.

According to Egon, conventional traps and guns would not be effective against the specter.

So they took some armored jobs and advanced technology for the future.

...

It was cold outside the station.

And in those moments y/n regretted not having brought a sweater with him.

As he helped Peter calibrate the Ecto-1's gauge, Ray and Egon finished loading the luggage into the trunk.

With a nod, y/n withdrew from the passenger seat to position himself in his respective place...

And with everyone inside, they headed towards the established meeting point.

~~~

Upon arrival, they were delighted by the sight of a mansion several years old. Covered by cracks and growing moss...

The gaunt, time-worn building gleamed almost like a relic.

And within herself, the anticipation in y/n grew.

The ghost hunters entered the place, and were greeted by what they assumed was the butler. He greeted them kindly and invited them to go to the main room.

Walking down the corridor, y/n was able to observe their surroundings more thoroughly...

And he took special emphasis on those torn tapestries, located on all the walls of the room.

The house itself looked outdated and poorly maintained.

He showed the constant and evident carelessness that he has had...

And she could distinguish layer by layer of dust accumulated on the surfaces of the place.

Finally, when they reached the main room, the butler stopped in front of them, and soon began to speak nervously...

– “This house has been standing for many decades. However, we had never witnessed an event like this...

The house was originally owned by General Vicent. And it was inherited from generation to generation until it reached the hands of Miss Rose. Which, unfortunately, has decided to leave the house due to the obvious...”

Ray and y/n exchanged glances. To then turn his attention to the butler.

This time, Peter decided to initiate...

- "And what is the obvious, my dear friend?"

...

-“Strange presences have been sighted over time, specifically a few months ago... The staff has seen shadows and heard noises from this room, but the worst encounter was when one of our oldest employees was attacked by... .Something with claws...”

The description gave them an immediate realization, and so much so that the others were already having a vague idea of what they were about.

“a ghost ironically called illiterate. Without the ability to speak, hear or even see. Without any communication option…”

The truth is a little sad, worse something slippery.

~~~

The group had decided, as was the custom, they would separate into groups.

Peter with Egon, Winston on his own and

y/n and Ray together.

You swallowed the emotion that washed over you at Peter's command.

You couldn't be with him... Without fear of ridicule.

...

-“Okay y/n, it's time to catch a ghost... Are you ready?

You snorted, in false annoyance.

-"Of course"

You moved forward into the hallway, plunged into darkness.

And in those moments, you couldn't see the amused smile that the man gave you...

...

The heavy atmosphere was somewhat stressful, you could feel the constant gaze on you.

Breathing in the toxic scent of ectoplasm impregnated in the walls was something... Unusual, even for you.

And soon, after a while of walking... In the distance you could glimpse the outline of a luminous silhouette.

It moved quickly on the walls, leaving those sharp marks on the wall.

His movements resembled those of a cat… Or maybe a snake…

Considering the wraith couldn't hear, you didn't bother to be discreet.

You called out to Ray, who was taking samples a few steps away from you.

He approached, and you could see him transfixed at the sight of the anomaly.

-"Holy God... A new copy!"

"Peter will be so excited about this!"

...

-"You have to catch him..."

Nodding, both you and Ray walked towards the reddish stain.

However, as they got closer, the thick, pungent aura made it increasingly difficult to walk. And it got to the point where they both found themselves stuck to the ground. Completely motionless...

As you tried to move, the specter turned towards you, skull-like arms outstretched in your direction and teeth sticking out...

You whispered a curse, and at that, the specter lunged at you... A sharp, steady shriek escaped its mouth.

You and Ray managed to get off the ground, and this time ran full speed into one of the nearby rooms.

The ghost followed behind them, still screeching like a wounded animal.

When they both entered the room, without bothering to turn on the light, they stood inside a cupboard next to the door.

Through the crack in it they could see the ghost levitate down the corridor until it disappeared into the darkness itself.

...

You exhaled shakily. Adrenaline hit you like a train. It came unexpected.

You noticed how your body was pressed right against Ray's torso... From your place, a few centimeters lower than the man, you could feel his breath brush against your head.

Even feel his racing pulse.

"W-well... Looks like he's not chasing us anymore..."

Be quiet...

...

-“...”

At your lack of response, Ray turned his head towards you. His tone clouded with concern...

- "Y/n?... Is everything alright down there?..."

-"Please, do not tell me that this ghost has possessed you now..."

But you remained silent...

-“Y/n?”

-"Candy?"

...

-"I-I'm fine Ray... I promise..."

However, Ray could feel your constant shaking.

And his suspicion was confirmed when he could, thanks to the small ray of light on your cheek, glimpse a crystalline speck down on your skin.

“ You can't be crying y/n...”

“It was just an unexpected start...”

“Do not be weak...”

...

Without saying another word, and understanding washing over him, Ray wrapped his arms around you.

He lowered your head onto his chest, and with a barely audible whisper, tried to comfort you...

Your own arms wrapped around his torso, still trembling...

And for a moment, he cradled you. Like a fragile flower...

I've always been so weak for these situations...

Sorry Ray...

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

Without understanding, all feelings of guilt or self-delusion dissipated.

Well, the voice that had welcomed you so much in the worst times was now speaking to you.

And before long, you found yourself immersed in an endless second of tranquility and warmth.

-“shhh... It's okay honey, you're okay... We've already talked about this, there's no reason to be so scared...”

-"I'm with you, right?"

...

You were still crying, but inside, you could feel the fire of affection...

Oh... What would you do without him?...

He massaged your shoulder, and he continued to whisper those soft words into his embrace...

Did you feel safe...

When you calmed down a bit more, Ray tried to open the closet door.

He tried to force it, but it wouldn't open... And then he realized...

They were locked...

And both you and Ray pronounced in unison...

-"Oh shit..."

~~~

Happy Birthday!

💓❤️💓😎

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no1spice · 2 years

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Stantz x Reader - To the Rescue

•so- this is going to be the first thing I've wrote, I wanted to write something for a while so that’s why I'm here 😅

• this is going to be a Stantz x reader because there is just not enough Ray Stantz appreciation out there!

• warnings// swearing but apart from that none!! (just ray being adorable)

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The moon illuminated a shelf of glass ornaments in your apartment placed perfectly as well as a stack of books balanced precariously on your writing desk. You were sprawled out on you couch after a long day at work, your coat flung against the wall, your boots kicked off by the side of where you were laying and your hair probably looked a mess but at this time at night you didn’t care. In an attempt to fill the empty silence, you reached for the TV remote on the arm of the couch but when you got it in your hand, it was snatched away from an invisible force. You knew what was going to happen next so you frantically shot up and grabbed the phone, calling the Ghostbusters.

“Hello. I need some help there's something in my apartment and its moving across to the bookshelf...oh god.” you muttered the last part as books began flying at you. “Please send someone over like right now, I need you.”

“Hi Y/N, i can tell its you, this is the 3rd time you've phoned this week so I have your number memorized, you've just popped up in or system. Here’s what I'll do for you, Ill send over Stantz, he’s going to take you out of your apartment and bring you back here okay? He’s on his way right now.”

Stantz, your best friend since you were probably like eight, you’re hardly ever without him, you two are like peas in a pod. If you’re there, he’s there

You put the phone down and waited behind the couch for the knock, you peered over the back to see what was happening when you saw one of the worst sights ever, whatever ghost was in your apartment this time was throwing you glass ornaments around like juggling balls, when it saw you looking it dropped them all, you could only as they fell to the ground and shatter. The ghost moved across the room to your writing desk where all your notes from meetings were stacked perfectly.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” you said, staring at it. Of course, ghosts don’t listen to humans so it threw the papers all over the room, flew into the lampshade and bust the bulb as it went. Then silence followed. until the knock.

“oh thank god,” you said to yourself as you scrambled to the door, opening it you saw the best of the best Stantz. “Oh thank god its you,” you practically threw yourself into his arms

“Woah woah, you alright?” he asked, holding you close to him. “You look really shaken up this time, c’mon lemme take a look..”

The two of you walked into the main room and he began picking up your notes, placing them nearly onto the couch arm. He walked over, crouched down and began picking through the glass shards. “So tell me what happened?” he says, looking up at you.

“Well, I'd gotten home from work exhausted, it was too quiet so I reached for the TV remote but it was snatched away from me, I rang you guys, whatever it was began throwing books at me so I had behind the couch. I peeked over to see it playing with the glass ornaments then dropped them all, then threw my notes all over the place. oh and it flew into my bulb and then disappeared.” you were pointing around frantically. “I shouldn’t have called this late, you can just come back tomorrow, I don't want to be a bother Ray.”

“Hey, hey listen to me, it’s going to be alright. I’m not leaving you here overnight, you’re coming back to the station with me and you’re staying there. Okay?” He replied,

“Just get me out of here, please?” you pleaded quietly, leaning against his shoulder.

“Alright, we can go.” he took your hand slightly, tugging you away from your apartment and down the stairs. “It’ll be okay, I’ll get Pete and Egon to come around in the morning to sort it out for you okay?”

“Okay...thank you Stingray.” You said quietly, he had always hated that nickname. He got it when he was trying to show you a ‘Manta Ray’ but it was instead a stingray.

“You’re still not letting me live that down?” He asked, laughing as the two of you going into Echo-1. He turned on the radio for the two of you to listen to music, trying to life you mood. You knew he cared for you, so much. He was so sweet to you. His smile was so contagious, you couldn’t help it when you’re around him, you always seem to be smiling when you’re around him. You weren’t afraid to admit to yourself that you were in love with him, but to tell him? Nope, you would never do that

When Ray looks at you, he sees perfection. He knows he’s head over heels for you but he thinks you don't see it. When he’s with you he just cant stop looking at you, when you catch him staring he goes red and tries to play it off. He gets entranced by you; your smile, your eyes, your laugh, your hair. everything about you controls his every thought.

“Y’know, I always hate having to come to your apartment on patrol, I feel like one day I’m going to walk in and see something that’ll haunt me forever,”

You look at him and smile a tiny bit, “You know I’m not leaving you, not by choice okay? I’m staying right here.” you reassure him, he stops the car outside the Fire Station.

“But what if one day you don’t have the choice? What if something happens that you cant control and you leave me alone? I don’t want you to leave me alone Y/N, I need you.” gripping the wheel and looking down.

You reach out for him, placing on hand on his on the wheel and the other to tilt his head to look at you, your fingers brush his jaw and he looks up at you, blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Ray...I’m sorry, I didn't think about it like that, I'm sorry! I’ll be more careful, thank you for coming to get me.” you say

“No problem, let’s get inside, we’re having pizza for dinner!” he replied, the both of you get out of the car and walk inside.

“Guys! Were back!” Ray shouted, “I’ve got Y/N as well she’s okay! She’s a little shaken but she’s doing fine!!”

Venkman walked out of his office with Spengler following him, “You doing alright Y/N?” Venkman asked

“Yeah, I’m holding together just fine. How are you?” You replied

“Not too bad, just got cleaned up after being slimed,”

“What about you Spengler?” You asked

“I’m fine, its just been a long day.”

“I feel you on that one Spengs.” you reply.

You all sit down at the table, cracking open beers and ciders, opening the pizza. Everyone got to know you, you managed to get Egon drunk to the point where he was slurring his words and couldn't stand up straight.

At some point in the early hours of the morning, everyone was asleep apart from you and Ray.

“Y’know, sober Y/N wouldn’t tell you this, but. She’s not here right now so. I may as well tell you, She’s madly in love with you. Like, she’s so AAAAA about you.” you slur, leaning onto Ray’s shoulder.

“Is she now? Well you’ll have to tell her that I’m also madly in love with her. okay?” He replied, “You need sleep, come here, he shuffled so that you could lie down on his chest.

“I love you Ray.” was the last thing you said before drifting to sleep

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shelbgrey · 9 months

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Hello 👋

I was wondering if you would write something for ghostbusters Peter venkman with 2 and 4 from the prompts list?

I hope it’s ok, I’ve never requested before😖, I hope I requested correctly and it’s not weird.

Hope you have a wonderful day

When unspoken rules are broken(Peter Venkman)

Paring: Peter Venkman x Stantz!Reader

Summary: y/n is ray's little sister and is unspokenly off lemits to the other Ghostbusters, all the boys know it. Peter Venkman is well aware but he can't help but fall for her, even if they can't 'stand' each other.

Prompts:

0.2) “You are the reason that I'm still breathing”

0.4) “Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you?”

A/n: yay, my first Ghostbusters story, I hope you like it. Send in more Ghostbusters request!

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It was an unspoken rule between the three boys that y/n Stantz was off lemits. She was Ray's little sister and just as smart as her brother and friends, she was also fearless and wasn't afraid to get up in a ghost's face. There's many reasons why the men of the group fell head over heals for her. They all at one point had a crush on her, well a side from Egon, so really it was only Winston and Peter with the crush. Winston got over it though and just realized how lucky he was to have her as a beast friend.

Around they're first years of colloge Peter Venkman started to fall for her. He was... To put it delicately, a man whore. He had away with the ladies and it annoyed her, she would be lying if she said she wanted nothing to do with him but he always had some girl on his arm, it's been like that all through out college.

What she didn't know is he had this obsession with her that he kept buried deep in the darkest part of his heart, and it was all for Ray's sake. Him and Egon both knew how important y/n to Ray and Peter never really thought about what his feelings for y/n would do to his friendship with her brother, he didn't start thinking about it until Egon brought it up. Her and Egon had been best friends for as long as the group could remember, one time their friendship was confused for being something more and that's when the unspoken rule was born.

“it wouldn't be wise to be in a relationship with Raymond's sister, especially considering how close we all are...just imagine the rage he'd feel if he found out about one of us feeling inappropriate things for her” Egon once said.

He regrets it, but the only way Peter could deal with the feels he was advised to keep bottled up, was to always tease her and get into small arguments with her. And for awhile it worked, but when the Ghostbusters was formed and Winston was told about the unspoken rule, it's started to get harder and harder to keep his feelings locked up like one of their ghosts.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“easy case... Probably Slimer again” Ray told us as we walked into the fancy hotel. I nodded and quickly switched on Egon's proton pack for him and he did the same for me and Winston.

“we should split up” Egon said, Winston nodded and went up the first flight of stairs with him.

“I'll go this way” Ray said, I usually went with my brother but when I tried to follow Peter stoped me. “let's go together this time”

I raised an eyebrow as he simply shrugged and led the way. It was unusual for him, usually he'd wave me off or have some kinda smart-ass comment. I would be lying if I said I wasn't thrilled, I kept my cool and follow the blue-eyed ghostbuster.

We went down a couple of hallways in silence, it wasn't awkward like expected instead it was kinda nice. But the peaceful silence was ruined by the sounds of munching and slobbering, Slimer was a nasty eater. We don't really know why he never put him in the volt, he was never really a danger to the town so we captured him and he'd find his way out and leave a few days later.

“Ew, look” I said to Peter as we turned the corner, he looked up and saw the green, slimy ghost stuffing his face like crazy. Peter slowly held up his walkie-talkie and called for my brother.

“did ya find him?” Ray said on our walkies.

“We’re looking at it right now”

The ghost, Slimer charged towards us, Peter screamed and pulled my body infront of him, I flinched but didn't feel any pain…just slimy and grosse. I quickly backed up and gave Peter a dirty look. “Really?”

His lips went straight and he held his hands up but refused to touch my slime cover body. I didn’t want to move a muscle, everytime i did it just felt squishy and gross. I’m gonna kill him one of these days.

“Damit Slimer” I sighed and wiped my eyes carefully.

“Peter, sis, Where did he go?” Ray came running towards us, he went to place his hand on my shoulder but immediately flinched back when he saw my condition. “Ew”

“I have slime in places slime shouldn't be” I grumbled. Peter let out a chuckle and quickly hid it behind his hand when I shot him a dirty look. “Hey, at least you got actual contact this time, he usually doesn't let us get this close”

“I’ll show you contact” I growled and reached to touch his face with my slime covered hand. He flinched back and tried to grab my wrist, he did but i just jumped forward and whipped my free hand across his face then his chest. Ray rolled his eyes and pulled me away by my proton pack.

“Will you calm down? We have a job to do” Ray said, trying to hide his smile. I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I'm gonna help Egon”

At this point I didn't care about the wet, squishy feeling I felt every time I walked, I just wanted to get the job done so I could go home and get cleaned up. When I walked away I didn't see the sad look that fell across Peter’s face, he looked down and watched my figure walk down the hallway. Ray elbowed him when he noticed Peter looking a little too hard and a little too long.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

We got Slimer like usual, it didn't take to long which was nice. After we got take-out we headed home.

“I'm gonna take a shower” I grumbled setting my bag of Chinese food on the table. “stay out of my food Raymond” I yelled back into the kitchen as I left.

I quickly shedded my slime covered uniform by the lockers we kept them and grabed some fresh closes out of the drawers in the quarters we slept. With our home being an old firehouse our shower was an old tiled room with a bunch of shower heads and cubicles. Mine was on the far end, none of the boys used it and it was were I kept all my nicer products like body soap, conditioner, and other stuff.

The hot water felt nice on my achy muscle, caring a protonpack that was probably about 50 pounds maybe more will do a number on your back and shoulders. I don't know how we do it, especially Egon with how tall and lanky he is.

The once soothing shower soon turned frustrating after I soaped up and risned about three times and there was still slime. I sighed and just decided to stay under the water and soak for awhile, it's Peter's fault if the other boys have no hot water. After awhile the hot water did help and I was completely clean, I still smelled like death but there was a hint of lavander from my body wash.

I quickly drived off and put on the old flannel I stoll from Winston years ago, there's a peark to being so close to a group of guys, you get to steal there clothes and they won't complain. It might seem weird to new eyes, but that's how we live and we're comfortable like that, Hell Winston steals my peppermint body wash everytime it's in season.

I left the shower room and dried my hair off as walked into the erea where we slept. I hid my face in the towal to bask in it's warmth, I let fall off and I immediately jump.

“Jesus!” I placed my hand over my heart when I saw it was only Peter. He held his hands up in defense. “sorry, didn't mean to scare ya”

I smiled softly and threw my used towel in the laundry basket, as well as Egon's used slacks and Winston's flannels. The boys weren't very tidy at all.

“we have a laundry basket?” Peter said looking at the pile of laundry that was at the bottom of his part of the closet. I chuckled and set at the foot of my bed, I grabed my brush and untangled my hair as the room fell silent. It felt weird to be alone with Peter, it was a rare thing.

“I'm sorry about the slime thing” he spoke roughly, he cleared his throat and turned to me. I shrugged and saw his eyes held nothing but the truth he spoke.

“it's no big deal, it happens to all of us” I said, trying to drop the subject. Peter wasn't gonna budge though.

“it's not okay” he quickly said, I was suprised at his sudden out burst. I looked up and saw his walls slowly breaking down. “Peter...”

“I know how slime and ectoplasm irritates your skin” he said softly and nodded towrds the light tent of red that masked my arms and hands. It was nothing to worry about, I'll just be scratching everywhere for a couple of days.

The more he panicked and paced, the more confusing the whole situation was, since college he's done nothing but teas me and start arguments. It wasn't harmful to either on of us, but it was so weird to see his softer side.

“it doesn't matter Peter” I stated fermly, Hell I've always liked him but he can't just turn on a dime like this.

“then.. Why can’t I breathe whenever I think about you?”

I looked at him with wide eyes, did he really just say that. Did this mean he's always liked me... Or was I just an easy lay... Another notch in his headboard. I looked into his blue eyes and didn't see lust or anything un- innocent, just love. What he was saying was genuine.

“you don't relize how much I care about you... Do you?” he asked setting down next to me.

I don't know what possessed me but I turned to him and planted a quick kiss on his lips. Peter's eyes widened and slightly pulled back. I gulped feeling I made a big mistake.

“I'm sor-” I was cut off as his hand cupped the back of my neck pulling me closer. Our lips coiled in feverish kiss.

I grabed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer as our lips locked. His hands fell and grip my waist, our eyes locked as I move my hands to the back of his neck, running my fingers though his hair. His hands moved the the back of my neck pushing his lips harder to mine. His toung gently touched my bottom lip asking for entrance. I granted him entrance as my hands slid down his chest.

“Wait” he sighs lowly, grabbing a hold of my hands before they are able to unbuckle his belt. I planted one last kiss to his lips and he slowly pulled away with fear in his eyes, the once cocky lady's man was gone. “we shouldn't do this”

I gave him a confused look and he continued with nervousness. “your Ray's little sister, your basically forbidden fruit” he quickly said, I scoffed and moved out of his arms, after all that and he still can't get off his high horse.

“y/n...” he started, stoped and turned around “I'm sorry” he whispered, I looked at him and his face drop. I'd never seen him so remorseful and I almost believed him. I opened my mouth to speak, but the alarm went off telling us we had a case... The second one of the night. I heard Ray and Winston groaned from upstairs.

“let's just work the damn case” I said left the bedroom and jogged to the fire pole. I slid down it and that point I couldn't even think about how much it scared me to go down it, no matter how many times I did it.

“what do we got?” I asked quickly taking off Winston's my flannel so I was in my tanktop. My locker was next to Egon's so I quickly moved next to him and got one of my clean uniforms on.

“some rich boy mansion, ghost haunting it” Ray said. I chuckled, trying shead some light on my evening. “the usual”

“you got that right” Winston chuckled then looked up the firepole as Peter slid down. “Pete hurry up!”

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

As I walked around the abandoned pool, the EMF reader starred going off like crazy. “hey guys, I think I got something” I said through the walkie-talkie.

“hang on, I'll head your way” Egon said through the walkie.

I knlet infront of the pool and studyed it. It was decent size, covered in moss, mold, and slime. I'm pretty sure it would be considered gray water by now. No way I'm taking a dip in this freaking pool.

I scanned it one last time then set the meter down to get a sample for Egon. I got the slime infested water in the container and put in my pocket. I sighed at how quite it was, between Egon's on going experiments and Peter's strange behavior the quite was nice.

I couldn’t even see my reflection in the merky water. “N/n, we're on our way hang tight” Winston said through the walkie-talkie.

“Roger that” I said softly, I shook my head and stood up to wait for the boys. When left for the door the pool started to bubble, I quickly stepped back when steam and hissing started the leave the area.

“Boys!” I ran towrds the door but didn't get to far, I felt my feet get swept from underneath me. Between the protonpack on my back and the broken bricks I fell on, all I felt was pain. I looked over my shoulder and saw a dark blue slime wrapped around my ankle, pulling me towrds the pool.

“RAYMOND! PETER!” I shouted as I hung on to anything could, I couldn't even reach for my proton-gun in fear if I let go of the brick I'd get pulled under.

I was about to shout for my Boys again but this time no words came out. The slime grew to size bigger than me and leped over me like a blanket. And pulled me under, I tried to swim to the surface but I was pushed under and water and slime filled my lungs.

---( Peter's pov )---

I rolled my eyes when I saw a ghost the size of a small little girl peak around the conner then run off giggling like she was playing tag with me a Ray.

“creepy ghost kids... Seen it already” I replied, getting bored. Ray chuckled and charged up his proton pack while he went into the same direction as the ghost kid.

I started to make childish noises as I followed Ray but the painful screams coming out of our walkies made me stop. I knew her screams which made is so much worse.

“RAYMOND! PETER! HELP ME!”

me and Ray shared wide eyes glances then immediately ran to the pool room where she was at.

“somethings wrong with y/n” I hear Winston say on the walkie next. I ignored it and continued to run down the many halls of the mancain. I don't know how many doors and stair cases I passed, all I knew is nothing was gonna stop me from saving her.

“y/n!” I shouted to her and ran the last corner into the pool room.

My heart dropped when I saw her drowning, I threw my protonpack off and jumped in after her, Ray followed behind me quickly. The first time we tried to grabed her the ghost jerked her away. I pushed my self towrds the deep end where it took her and quickly grabed her hand.

She was small in stature but between the pack and the ghost tugging on her with all her might, I almost didn't have the strangth. Ray then came behind her and snapped off the straps with his pocket knife and pushed her towrds me. I put her limp arms on my neck and held her close to me as pulled to the surface.

“you son of a bitch” Winston growled. him and Egon shot their proton-streams at the ghost as I layed her on the ground.

“come on y/n” I said touching her cheek, she wasn't moving. I started to panic and started CPR, I've never done it in my life and only saw it in the movies. That made it so much more terrifying, what if I can't save her?

“come on, Baby... Don't leave me” I said pushing on her chest then quick connect our lips to give her air. I did the proses over and over, as I did I only panic more.

I let out a sigh of relief when she left out a painful cough. The rest of the boys sighed with relief as she started to breath. “thank god” I mumbled pulling her to my chest.

“your alright, I got you” I said, placing a kiss on her forehead. Ray nodded with tears in his eyes as he grabed her hand.

She only nodded then looked up at Winston and Egon, she smiled softly. “let's get out of here, we got the damn thing” Egon said while he pulled y/n soaked protonpack out of the pool.

“come on, let's get you home and wormed up” I said, picking up her chattering body. She nodded and snuggled closer to me for warmth.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

“all get the heater” Egon said quickly shutting Ecot-1 and running to the storage room, the rest of us ran to the bedroom and layed her chattering body on her bed.

“here” Ray said, wrapping a quilt around is both. She gripped my suit and pulled me closer for warmth, I rubbed her arms quickly trying to get some heat on her body. “relax, you'll be warm soon” I whispered.

She peaked her head from my chest and smiled when she saw Egon plug in the small heater we had. “I lost the sample from the p-pool, I'm sorry egon” she spoke softly.

I wanted to scoff, thst was the first thing she says since her almost-sudden-death? Egon smiled softly and shook his head. “don't worry about it, your life is more important”

He left and the others followed so she could rest. “I'll heat up your food and send it up to ya later” Ray said softly and padded Winston's shlulder signaling him to follow.

“thanks Ray” she said, once they left I grabed the quilt and got her to lie down on my chest. I pulled the quilt over the both of us as she snuggled into my chest.

I smiled at the feeling, I never experienced a feeling like this. It felt so nice to have her in my arms. “I love you, ya know?” I said softly as I ran my fingers throw her damp hair. “I don't care what anyone else says... I almost lost you tonight and I can't do that”

She looked up at me, man I loved her eyes. They were the prettiest tent of (e/c), so round and beautiful. She smiled softly at me, but her expression held a dash of uncertainty. I hated myself for causing that, I never wanted her to question her worth or how much someone I loved her.

“You are the reason that I'm still breathing” I said truthfully and it wasn't lying. I'll joke around and annoy my buddies to no end, but I'd never lie to her. She made my life worth living and I wake up every day happy I get to the greatest job in the world with her by my side.

She scooted up the bed so our faces were level and she placed her lips to mine, it was so soft and a bit chill from her time in that God awful ice bath. I didn't care how cold it was, I just felt so sweet to have her lips modeled perfectly with mine and this time there was no fear or uncertainty, just two people who finally woke up and realized they we're perfect for each other.

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