#dan aykroyd fanfic

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

Warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kiddos), sex in public (secluded area)

Song: Riot in Cell Block Number Nine-Blues Brothers

Ray wrapped his arms around me tightly as the audience cheered. The band on stage took a small break and Ray kissed my shoulder.

"Enjoying yourself?" I asked, turning my head slightly to look at him. Ray smiled and nodded. "Good. I knew you would like them."

"You always have good taste in music." Ray admitted, leaning his head against mine. "But I have to ask..." I hummed and kissed his cheek. "Does your love for the band have anything to do with one of the brothers looking like me?" I blushed and glanced back at the stage. Jake and Elwood Blues were just coming back onstage at that moment, passing drinks around to the band. "Ah." Ray said, smirking at me.

"Now wait a minute..." I tried to protest as Ray took my hand and pulled me over to the edge of the stage, close to where the boys would come off stage at the end of the show. We were covered in shadow and I could still see the stage but no one could see us. Ray kissed my shoulder again.

"Better?" He asked. I nodded hesitantly. "Good. Now we're gonna come over here." He backed me against the far wall, giving me a better view of the stage but hiding us further from view.

"Ray, what..." He cut me off with a kiss and I hummed as my fingers trailed through his hair. "What are you doing?" Ray started working on getting my pants off as Jake started to announce the next song. "Raymond!" I hissed as he pulled down my pants. His eyes shot up to mine and I frowned. His fingers twitched at the waistband of my underwear.

"I can stop if you want me to." He whispered, watching as my gaze was drawn over his shoulder as Elwood stepped up to the microphone. "Or I can keep going." Ray took my hand and moved it to his own belt buckle, making sure my fingers brushed against the bulge in his pants. I bit my lip and let my eyes trail back to him. I nodded and let him push my underwear down as I tried to get his belt open. Ray bit his lip as I managed to push down his pants and underwear in one go. The music picked up as Ray entered me, pulling my leg up around his waist. My back pressed against the brick wall as Ray put more of his weight against me.

"Ray." I whimpered, his face buried in my neck; giving me a clear view of the stage and Elwood as he sang. He breathed out harshly as he thrust into me. I put my head down on his shoulder, never taking my eyes off the stage. "Is this...fuck...what you had in mind? Fucking me while I watched the show?" Ray nodded and I laughed as he thrust again.

"It was going to happen anyway." He said, breath fanning over my neck as he turned his head to kiss and suck along the skin there. "Just so happens that a more handsome version of me is on the stage." As the beat changed, so did Ray's thrusts. I would have laughed if it hadn't felt so good.

"He's not more handsome." I breathed out, drawing Ray's head up. "He just looks like you."

"Yeah. About fifty pounds ago." Ray muttered, eyes scanning my face. I bit my lip to stop a moan from spilling out. I squeezed my eyes shut as the beat changed again and Ray matched.

"Shut the fuck up Raymond." I muttered, his name slipping out as a moan. "I prefer you and I always will. Fifty..." I choked on my words as Ray gently bit my neck. "Pounds or not. Fuuuuccckkk." I groaned as Ray thrust into me harder. He chuckled as my head fell back.

"Eyes on the stage darling." He breathed out, matching his thrusts to the music. "Song's almost over." Ray hoisted my other leg up around his waist, making sure I was pinned between him and the wall before grinding his hips against mine with every thrust. My head lulled forward as I came, eyes never leaving the stage. Ray moaned softly in my ear as he came with the song's end. Setting me down gently, Ray fixed us back up before turning back towards the stage. Jake and Elwood did one more song; Ray holding me close and gently swaying with me as I kissed him. "Come on." He whispered as the boys started to make their way off stage. Elwood paused when he saw Ray at the end of the stairs before making his way over.

"Elwood." He introduced himself. Ray shook his hand and pushed me forward to do the same. I blushed as I shook his hand.

"I'm (Y/N). And that's Ray." I said, feeling nervous as Ray came up behind me. He pressed his chest against my back and I smiled nervously at Elwood.

"Looks like the two of you were having fun out there." Elwood said with a smirk. I blushed harder and Ray squeezed my hip, prompting me to look at him. He smiled softly at me and nodded.

"Yeah we were." He confirmed. Elwood's smirk grew as he nodded.

#ray stantz #ray stantz x reader #ray stantz fanfic #ray stantz fanfiction #ray stantz imagine #elwood blues #elwood blues fanfic #elwood blues x reader #elwood blues fanfiction #elwood blues imagine #dan aykroyd #dan aykroyd fanfic #dan aykroyd fanfiction #dan aykroyd x reader #dan aykroyd imagine

[faithiegirl01]

Y’all know what I wanna read? I wanna read a Ray Stantz hanahaki disease fic…

Like could you imagine it. No one thought it was a real thing, but reader (or maybe Ray could work either way…) come down with it. In fear of what the weird disease is they go to Egon for a little help in understanding it, but when he tells them it’s an unrequited love disease they panic.

Egon then continues to tell them that they can talk to the person and maybe just maybe it’s not one sided… but reader shakes their head not really believing that could be a possibility. Egon asks if he can know who it is to hopefully help more, but the person refuses to answer not wanting anyone to find out about and asks if there’s any other options. Of course Egon tells them the only other option is the surgery that would make them forget the person all together. The reader (or Ray…) immediately deflates and doesn’t know how what decision to make so slowly they start to distance themselves.

They weirdly start to feel better for a bit and so they do Egon about it, but he just shrugs and tells them it can be very unpredictable each person could go through it completely different. Then all of a sudden they again start feeling bad and it slowly gets worse so reader stays distanced. Bonus points if the reader is Peter’s little sister and so that could make her like another best friend to Ray. Like they could literally all be so close. Like could you just imagine the angst of it all?

My goodness it’d be so heartbreaking yet so beautiful to read especially if they end up together in the end. Like the angst and fluff vibes that could be added to it all.

I myself would write it, but like I have way to many WIPs in progress and can’t, but it’d definitely be a good read. Especially because technically in the Gohstbuster world that wouldn’t really be a real disease, but like it totally could just be like just something they just didn’t know was a thing.

#ray stantz fanfiction #ray stantz imagine #ray stantz x reader #ray stantz #ghostbusters #ghostbusters imagines #ghostbusters imagine #ghostbusters fandom #ghostbusters fic idea #ghostbusters fic #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters x reader #ray stanz/reader #ray stanz fanfic #ray stanz x you #dan aykroyd #dan aykroyd imagines #dan aykroyd fanfic #dan aykroyd x reader #dan aykroyd imagine

[morulezopelforever]

Fanfic Fusion: Maurice (1987) & The Blues Brothers (1981)

I wanted to combine two of my favourite movies. And what would be better than reviving the restaurant scene from BB with Ivory’s/Forster’s characters? 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJY2VnTcfK8

My fic with Maurice and Clive wreaking havoc at a restaurant in London is set between Covid pandemic lockdowns so it’s fairly modern. 

Below you will find the link to my story....enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33565903

#ao3 fanfic #maurice 1987 #blues brothers #maurice hall #clive durham #alec scudder #jake blues #elwood blues #james wilby #hugh grant #rupert graves #john belushi #dan aykroyd

[ghostbustersreborn]

❙.      tara sat outside her father's office, working on homework and other things she had to do for school. ❙.

in the corner of her eye she saw the red sprayed on words that read 'venkman burn in hell' on the door of her father's work space.

she couldn't help but laugh. it was cruel yet also comical.

tara could hear the girl from inside go "i don't know. they're just coming to me." she rolled her eyes, knowing what dad was doing.

he'd tell ALL the girls they were right and at the end of the session, he'd convince them to hang at his place. worked like a charm.

she began to wonder if that was how he got her mom pregnant in the first place?

as thoughts of her mom began to cloud her mind. she had a rather tough time focusing on the homework before her.

"dammit. i don't know what to do." she swore under her breath, shutting the binder.

egon had left an hour ago, while ray she had no clue where he was.

egon and ray were big into the supernatural. ghosts, particularly. while, her dad was a total skeptic and went along for the ride just for the hell of it.

"i'm getting a little tired of this!" snapped the boy from inside.

tara shut her eyes, shaking her head.

"dad needs to knock it off." she mumbled.

she grabbed her backpack from the floor, slipping her binder inside. she set it back down as she stood up. she made her way over to the door ready to put a stop to her dad's childish actions.

"you volunteered, didn't you? we're paying you, aren't we?" her father reminded him.

"yeah, but i didn't know you were giving me electric shocks." admitted the boy. "what are you trying to prove here anyway?!"

"i'm studying the effect of negative reinforcement on E.S.P. ability." her father briefly explained to the boy.

"the effect? i'll tell you what the effect is, it's pissing me off!" the boy snapped.

tara winced, not expecting the boy's sudden outburst. she felt a little bad for him.

"well, then, maybe my theory is correct!" venkman snapped.

"you can keep the five bucks. i've had it." the boy grumbled.

tara moved out of the way just as the door to the office swung open.

she watched the boy storm off, mumbling curse words under his breath.

she moved back over to the door, listening in on her father's conversation to the girl.

"you may as well get used to that." he told her.

tara rolled her eyes, knowing where this conversation was leading to..

"it's the kind of resentment that your ability is going to provoke in some people."

"do you think i have it, dr. venkman?" asked the girl.

she could hear the fast shuffling of feet coming her way.

tara made sure to get out of the way of the door again, not wanting to be crushed or pushed to the floor.

"hey, tara!" ray quickly greeted her.

he opened the door to her father's office, not caring if he was busy or not. he clearly needed to tell him something, something big.

tara followed ray inside the office, in which she saw her father kneeling down in front of the girl with his hand set on her shoulder.

she again rolled her eyes.

"this is it." ray announced.

"what is?" tara questioned.

ray turned to her, giving her a smile before turning his attention back onto his coworker.

"this is definitely it!" ray expressed, excitement hinted in his tone.

tara's dad known as peter (cause it's getting annoying referring to him as just her dad) glanced over at her, hoping she had some kind of answer to what ray was rambling on about.

in response, she shrugged.

"will you excuse me for a second?" peter asked the blonde.

he stood up from his crouched position.

"i'm right in the middle of something, ray!" he said through clenched teeth, hitting him over the head.

tara shook her head, scoffing.

"dad, stop being a child. you have a thousand girls coming to your office each week, it's not the end of the world if you don't end up in this one's pants." in which she completely called her dad's "play boy" personality out.

peter shot her a glare to which tara smiled in return.

it was never calm between the two.

peter moved his attention back over to the blonde who had a look of confusion written on her face.

"she was joking." he assured her.

the woman seemed to be calmed by that statement, which took tara by surprise.

'wow, she really is that dumb.' tara thought to herself, before going over to ray who now stood there awkwardly, fumbling with his camera.

"i need a little more time with this subject." he  explained to ray.

"subject? or play-" peter quickly cut his daughter off by smacking his hand over her mouth.

"could you come back in an hour and a-" this time tara cut her father off by licking the palm of his hand.

"tara! what the hell?!" he yelled, retracting his now wet hand.

tara laughed.

peter rolled his eyes before turning his attention back onto ray.

"peter, at 1:40 p.m. at the main branch of the new york public library on fifth avenue, ten people witnessed a free floating, full torso, vaporous apparition. it flew books off of shelves from twenty feet away and scared the socks off of some poor librarian!" ray gushed.

"my brain only picked up on half of what you said, but woah awesome!" tara said in awe.

"i know!" ray agreed with her.

"i'm very excited. i'm very pleased." peter said, void of emotion.

"no you're not, you're just excited to get into another girl's-" "tara, stop it." peter ordered.

tara frowned. "make me."

"i want you to get right down there. check it out, and take tara with you." he dragged tara over in between them.

"no, no." ray shook his head, knowing what peter was doing.

he wanted out of this.

"get right back to me. the two of you. i'll be there in spirit." peter settled.

"no. peter, you're coming with us." ray

informed him. "spengler, went down there. he took PKE valences, went right off the top of the scale. buried the needle." he explained.

tara considered bringing her homework with her to see if egon could help her. then again, she began to wonder if the ghost perhaps could..

"we're close on this one. i can feel it." ray left the room. leaving the girl, the estranged father and daughter in the room all by their lonesome.

peter exchanged eye contact with his daughter and went; "aren't you going too?"

tara scoffed. she walked out, brushing past him before leaving the room.

ray was waiting for her.

"hold on. i want to hear this." tara told him.

she placed her ear up against the door, to get a better listen on what the two had to say to each other. it was going to be totally cheesy!

"i have to go now, jennifer." peter announced to her. "but i'd like to work with you some more. perhaps you could come back this evening, say at..." he trailed off.

"8:00?" the girl took a guess.

whenever her dad brought a girl over, it only meant he'd be kicking tara out for the evening so he could have some alone time.

tara didn't mind it though, she preferred staying at egon or ray's place rather than her own.

"i was just going to say "8:00?"" peter said, mimicking the way the girl said it. "you are a legitimate phenomenon!" he complimented her.

tara began slamming her head against the door, hoping she'd knock herself unconscious from it. 

"what's all that noise?" she could hear jennifer ask.

"oh, nothing! it's just-" the door swung open, almost making tara fall. peter poked his head out "stop it!" he hissed before slamming the door shut "nothing. it's fine." he assured the blonde.

tara kicked the door before grabbing her backpack and making her way over to ray.

"okay, let's go." she said to ray.

*

peter eventually caught up with them much to tara's dismay. now, they were walking up the steps to the library.

"as a friend, i have to tell you you've finally gone around the bend on this ghost business." peter told ray. "you guys have been running your ass off, meeting and greeting every schizo in the five boroughs who says he's had a paranormal experience."

"why are you such a skeptic?" tara asked her father, curiosity hinted in her voice.

peter stopped in his tracks, taking a look at his daughter. "because, tara there is such things as drugs and when people take drugs they see things that aren't really there."

she scoffed.

"of course, you forgot peter. i was present at an undersea, unexplained mass sponge migration." ray said as they entered the building.

"oh, ray..." peter groaned. "the sponges migrated at a foot and a half." he added as he snuck up on egon who was sat on the floor, busy listening in on something with his stethoscope.

peter knocked on the table, making egon think it was the ghost.

"dad, stop it!" tara hissed, hitting him in the arm.

"egon.." peter said ominously.

peter slammed the book back onto the table, startling his coworker.

egon took off his stethoscope, seeing that it was just peter goofing off.

"hi, egon." tara greeted him.

egon made eye contact with tara, noticing she had on her backpack. he automatically knew her bringing it only meant she needed help on homework.

"i'll help you later." he promised her.

tara nodded. knowing he fulfilled his promises unlike a certain someone...

"what have you got?" ray asked him.

"this is big, peter. this is very big." egon said, describing it the way ray did earlier. "there's definitely something in here."

"egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to a drill a hole through your head, remember that?" peter asked, humorously.

egon shot him a look. "that would've worked, if you hadn't stopped me." he grumbled.

a man in a suit came up to them, standing behind tara.

tara eyed him, before moving herself to stand closer to egon.

"hello. i'm roger delacorte." the stranger introduced himself to the group. "are you the men from the university?" he questioned.

"yes. i'm dr.venkman. dr.stantz. egon and that's my daughter tara." peter said, introducing the group to the man.

"is she uh a doctor too?" roger asked.

tara gave the man a look before peter went in and said "yeah uh no, far from it." in which she gave her father a death stare.

"thank you for coming." roger said, changing the subject.

tara heaved out a sigh, egon glanced over to her to which she faked a smile in order to show she was "okay".

"i hope we can clear this up quickly and quietly." the man hoped.

"let's not rush things. we don't even know what you have yet." peter stated.

*

the man took them to where a very shaken up librarian was to interview her on what she had witnessed.

she was laid out on a table, describing the situation to the boys.

the woman looked to be in her mid to late sixties. her hair was strewn about, while her expression read fear and her body looked tense.

"i don't remember seeing any legs, but it definitely had arms, because it reached out for me." the woman described.

"arms? i can't wait to get a look at this thing!" ray gushed.

tara giggled, shaking her head.

"alice, i'm going to ask you a couple of standard questions, okay?" peter informed her.

as soon as peter asked his first question, tara knew where this was going. he either thought she was on drugs or schizophrenic or both.

"my uncle thought he was st.jerome." she admitted.

peter shot the boys a look, obviously his mind started to go to drugs.

tara bit her tongue, for once trying hard not to call her father out on his stupidity.

"i'd call that a big "yes"." he said, sounding cocky. "are you habitually using drugs?" tara facepalmed. "stimulants, alcohol?" he further questioned.

"no." the woman denied.

"no. no. just asking." he told her. "are you, alice, menstruating right now?"

"dad?! what the hell?!" she snapped.

"what?! she could be!" peter defended himself.

"that's not something you ask a woman!" tara told him off.

"back off sweetheart, i'm working." he said with a cocky grin.

"that's it." tara said, about ready to go and kick her father's ass until ray grabbed a hold of her pulling her far away from him.

peter smiled and waved, angering tara even more.

she flipped him off. not caring how mean she was being to her father.

to her, he deserved it.

egon and ray were more of dads to her than peter ever was. well, that's what tara thought.

"ray! it's moving. come on." egon announced.

ray set tara back down on her feet before quickly following egon out of the room.

tara glared at her father before going off to find ray and egon.

peter sighed, reluctantly following the three further down into the library.

*

egon was at the head of the group, holding a device called a PKE that tracked the ghost's whereabouts.

peter lazily trailed behind them, with a look of boredom written on his face.

they went into a random aisle, seeing a tower of books in the middle of the aisle.

"look!" ray pointed out.

egon scanned the books with the PKE, while ray held up his camera.

"this is hot, ray." egon conversed with his fellow coworker.

tara inspected the books, wondering how long it took this ghost to pile all those books for.

"wow. i should do this to barricade my bedroom door next time." she spoke to herself.

"please, don't." peter requested.

tara ignored him, moving herself away from him and closer to egon.

"symmetrical book stacking. just like the philadelphia mass turbulence of 1947." ray commented.

"you're right." peter said. "no human being would stack books like this."

"no, you wouldn't. you're not neat or symmetrical." tara sassed him.

peter shot her a look, before moving on with his friends.

ray stopped. "listen!" he exclaimed.

the group fell silent, trying to listen to whatever ray told them to listen to.

"you smell something?" ray then asked.

tara didn't know how 'listen' and 'you smell something' went together but they WERE the professionals here, so she decided not to question it any further.

egon's meter buzzed as the four slowly inched themselves away from the tower of books.

going into the next aisle. it was an aisle full of filing cabinets, papers were strewn and all of the cabinets were open.

"talk about telekinetic activity. look at this mess!" ray exclaimed.

"raymond, look at this." egon went.

tara followed ray and egon over to an open filing cabinet which had a gooey substance that looked an awful lot like snot dripping from it. 

she closed her eyes, her nose scrunched up in disgust. "oh my god. what is that?" she asked, feeling like she was going to puke.

"ectoplasmic residue!" ray cried, answering tara's question.

tara reopened her eyes. trying her best not to look at the snot like substance.

egon took out a container from his coat, he held it up in peter's direction and went "venkman, get a sample of this."

tara couldn't help but laugh.

"tara, care to do the honors?" peter asked her, taking the container from egon.

tara quickly regretted laughing because she did NOT want to be in contact with that thing!

she shook her head "no" vigorously.

peter smiled. "that's what i thought." he hummed.

"it's the real thing." ray stated, filming it.

peter made his way over to it. "look, somebody blows their nose and you want to keep it?" he questioned.

tara was now stood behind egon, she didn't even want to see it in the corner of her eye.

"i'd like to analyze it." egon answered.

"there's more over here." ray pointed.

"oh no." she whimpered.

"i'm getting stronger readings here." egon commented.

tara stuck by egon, with her eyes screwed shut. she held his hand, making sure she didn't bump into anything or well any of the snot. (🥺🥺)

"this way!" egon called to her father.

tara took one last look at her father, she saw him turn to the books and spread the remaining "snot" left on all of them.

"i hate you." she whispered before quickly following egon and ray into the hall.

peter looked where she once stood, having heard what she said.

"love you too kid, love you too." he muttered before following the group.

*

"egon, your mucus." peter said, handing him the container.

just as he said that, a book shelf from behind them toppled over.

"holy shit." tara said with widened eyes.

peter gave her a "did you really just say that?" kind of look.

"what?" she snapped.

peter turned to ray and asked "this happen to you before?"

ray shook his head.

"huh. first time?" he assumed.

in which, ray nodded his head yes again.

they walked on in silence, the only sound coming was egon's PKE meter buzzing.

the buzzing noise intensified as they went through a second row of books.

going out into a hallway, the meter hummed steadily now. egon put his hand out, stopping the group from going any further.

egon walked ahead of them, keeping an eye on his PKE meter as it kept buzzing.

the three went over to egon, to which they saw a purple see through ghost across from them reading a book.

tara looked in awe. she couldn't believe it. ghosts really were real!

"it's here." egon announced to them.

"a full-torso apparition, and it's real." ray whispered.

egon nodded. he couldn't believe it either.

peter looked disinterested. just wanting to be done here.

"so, what do we do?" he asked casually.

egon and ray looked to one another, unsure of what to make of their next move. they've never gotten this far.

"could you come over here and talk to me for a second, please?" peter requested.

peter grabbed a hold of ray's ear, repeating his question.

he dragged ray down the hall, with egon following.

tara was stood there, awe struck by the ghost.

"tara, you too! come here." he hissed, snapping for emphasis.

tara huffed, doing as she was told.

"what do we do?" he repeated his question.

"i don't know, what do you think?" ray asked egon.

"maybe try to talk to it or something? treat it like a normal human being." tara suggested.

"a normal human being? tara, it's not even human." peter corrected her.

"you're not normal, but we still treat you fine." tara shrugged.

peter huffed. "i don't have time for this right now. what do we do?" he asked, growing impatient.

"tara's right. we should try to make contact." egon agreed with her.

tara smiled. happy to be right.

"one of us should actually try to speak to it." ray nodded.

"well, since tara suggested it. she should go." peter said, dragging tara out from their hiding spot.

"no." egon declined, dragging her over to him.

"then, who do you want to possibly do it?" peter questioned.

they all looked to him.

peter sighed. he turned around and started making his way towards the ghost.

ray got out his camera, getting ready to film.

the three followed peter out into the hall where the ghost was quietly reading, minding her business.

"hello." peter made himself known to her. "i'm peter."

to which she ignored him.

"where are you from?" he asked her. "originally." he added.

the ghost turned to him, she put her index finger up to her lips and shushed him.

tara snorted.

peter turned to the group, he made his way over to them.

"alright, okay." he said, leading them back to where they were previously. "the usual stuff isn't working."

"okay, i have a plan." ray announced. "i know exactly what to do."

"tara, stay here." egon requested.

she watched them tip toe out into the hall. slowly, making their way over to the reading ghost.

"now, stay close." ray instructed. "stay close. i know, do exactly as i say." he ordered. "get ready."

as they were mere inches from her, ray yelled out "get her!"

to which the ghost turned demonic, letting out a monstrous roar.

the boys screamed, struggling to get away from the demonic ghost.

egon grabbed a hold of tara, throwing her over his shoulder as they made a run for it.

"did you see it? what was it?" asked roger from earlier.

"we'll get back to you!" peter assured him.

"what?!" roger yelled.

tara watched mindlessly as the boys scrambled down the steps running as fast as they could, while people on in confusion.

*

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters reborn #fanfic #fanfiction #egon spengler #peter venkman #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #harold ramis #bill murray #dan aykroyd #ernie hudson #drew barrymore #alternate universe #oc

[monstermaster13]

Susan’s New Groove.

Susan’s New Groove.

NOTE: This is a Susan’s Plan fic that is also a homage to The Emperor’s New Groove and is a ftm Were-aykroyd tf fic.

You see that Were-Aykroyd over there, well that Were-Aykroyd used to be someone and just not any old someone but Susan Holland. But before we get to that you must know what happening that got her in this predicament…Susan wanted to get revenge on her ex-husband Paul all those years ago but all her attempts to do so had failed, and now Paul had heard of this, he was steaming mad in fact he was furious and he wanted to get back at her. ‘Susan has gone too far this time.’ ‘I know Paul but what can we do? Unless we can think of a brilliant plan to get rid of her or something.’ Betty quipped as she thought about what they could do to get back at Susan.

“Do you think we could team up to get rid of her?”

“Yes…do you want to?”

“Maybe we could…to the secret lab, pull the lever, Sam!’ Betty quipped as Sam pulled a lever, which accidentally knocked her through a trapdoor. ‘Wrong lever!’ ‘Sorry. Is this the one?’ he pulled the right lever this time which activated a rollercoaster of sorts, which took them underground and into Betty’s secret lab along with Paul. ‘Ah ha, perfect. Now that we’re here we can work on the plan.’

“Any ideas?”

‘Well we could use one of these…we could turn her into a flea, a harmless little flea. Then we put the flea in a box and put the box in another box and that box in another box, and then I’ll mail it to myself and when it arrives i’ll smash it with a hammer. It’s brilliant, brilliant, brilliant.’ ‘Hmmm..sounds complicated.’ ‘Or to save on postage, i’ll just poison her with this.’ She laughed wickedly to herself as she explained her plan to Paul and Sam.

“Alright, if you insist…”

“Yes, Sam..call Susan over please.”

Sam got his phone out and called Susan over for dinner later that evening, Paul served the food and set it all up and when Susan sat down she decided to try some of the food. ‘Mmm…you’ve outdone yourself, Paul. I must say you’re really good at cooking.’ ‘Thanks.’ ‘So i’d just like to say i’m sorry for trying to have you killed previously, I just wanted your insurance money, that’s all and I hope you’re not mad.’ ‘Me? No. I never could be mad at you.’ She smiled as she tried some of the main course.

‘Pst…Sam, do you have the poison?’ ‘Which one is it?’ ‘The one that I picked out.’ ‘Oh, right, the poison, the poison for Susan. The poison that is made specifically to kill Susan, Susan’s poison…that poison?’ ‘Yes, that poison.’ ‘Gotcha covered.’ Sam handed the bottle of ‘poison’ to Betty who poured it in a bottle and gave the bottle to Susan. ‘Here you go Susan…here’s to everything you did.’ ‘To everything.’

Susan picked up the drink and started drinking from it, and her stomach gurgled a little bit before she collapsed. ‘Yes, we did it!’ ‘She’s dead?’ It looked like the dastardly duo were about to celebrate when Susan woke back up, she looked over at her arms and to her horror she saw them broaden and grow as some brownish hairs developed on them. ‘Sam, Paul…Betty, what’s happening? I don’t feel so good. And look at my arms. I’m going to need to shave these later.’

“Huh…Sam? This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Oh my…uhh…”

Betty looked over at Susan and then back at Sam who was blushing out of embarrassment, Sam knew he had made a mistake. Susan looked at her hands as they enlarged, and then gasped as the buttons on her top began to pop off one by one, while her torso and chest broadened and also developed a small selection of brownish hairs on them. She gasped as her breasts retracted and her stomach grew and developed some hairs on it, her skin matured and in the process her back and shoulders broadened, making her look a bit larger than she was prior. ‘What’s going on? Sam? Paul? Betty?’ ‘Oh dear…this may not be a good time to say this to you, but…’

Susan screamed as her hips retracted, her rear plumped up, making her look like she was quite thicc as her privates altered into the more masculine variant. Her jeans didn’t rip entirely, but did grow to fit her body as her legs altered while her feet grew in size, two of the toes on them sticking together at the knuckle to give her the appearance of having webbed toes. She slowly shot up in height from her normal height to 6’1, her reddish hair darkening and turning a dark brown color while her brow and forehead altered, her eyebrows thickened as her eyes widened, one remaining brown while the other turned green.

In addition to this her nose broadened and developed a cleft in the middle as her features plumped up and slowly contorted into a face that was identical to Bob’s, i.e very Aykroydian, as she gained a tear shaped tattoo like Bob’s. She looked exactly like Bob and had a build just like his now, her voice deepened and altered, altering and giving her some rather Aykroydian traits as it became a male voice. She panicked for a little and then looked at herself in the mirror, she had become a Were-Aykroyd.

“Uhhh..Sam, why does Susan look like Bob?”

“I’m going to tell you this now, Betty. You won’t like this.”

‘I won’t like what?’ ‘This…she’s a Were-Aykroyd now.’ ‘A Were-Aykroyd? She’s supposed to be dead!’ ‘Yeah, weird.’ ‘Let me see that potion for a minute…this isn’t poison.’ ‘It’s not poison?’ ‘No…this is extract of Dan Aykroyd!’ ‘In my defense all the potions look similar, you should consider relabelling them.’

Susan looked at herself or rather himself…’Oh my god I look like Bob.’ ‘I’m sorry about that, please don’t kill us.’ At first she was horrified but then she realized he liked being a Were-Aykroyd, chuckling to herself…he was still Susan mentally and it was obvious he didn’t take on Dan Aykroyd’s identity, because she was definitely Aykroydian while being himself, so best of both worlds. ‘I won’t do that, you know you were right, I was kind of horrible towards Paul, Paul…I am sincerely sorry.’ ‘Apology accepted.’

“So what do we do now? Do we turn Susan back to normal or leave her like this?”

“Leave her like this.”

‘I am with you on that.’ Susan nodded as he examined himself, he did feel pretty sexy like this and he agreed that he wanted to stay as a Were-Aykroyd, he liked this new form and definitely thought he and Bob could be best friends, and thus with that Sam, Betty and Paul decided to leave him like that as opposed to changing him back to normal, after all Sam liked him better that way and he wasn’t likely going to change his mind at any times.

And thus we also come to where you came in, so you see…that Were-Aykroyd was Susan Holland, but now he’s much better off than how he was initially, and he turned out extremely good looking and popular with the ladies and also with some of the boys. Sometimes, revenge really CAN pay off.

#Dan Aykroyd #Susan's Plan #Fanfic

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Ghostbusters Fanfiction Masterlist

*** REQUESTS ARE OPEN***

Note: All fics are rated Explicit (as per Ao3s rating system) unless otherwise noted

Egon Spengler

Not Jealous (one-shot)

Burning Fascination (complete, 11/11)

Masters of Sex (The Mood Slime Experiments) (complete, 5/5)

Untitled Older Egon (coming soon)

Ray Stantz

Somewhere to Belong (complete, 12/12)

Some Call It Love, I Call It Magic (Older Ray, complete, 12/12)

Love, Unleashed (Older Ray/Spirits Unleashed, complete, 2/2)

These Golden Years (Frozen Empire Fic, one-shot)

It Was Always You (Ray at Columbia/coming soon)

Real Love (RGB Ray, in progress)

Peter Venkman

He's Yours (Peter x Dana Barrett one-shot)

Various

Ghostbusters One-Shots and Drabbles (updated April 15)

Dan Aykroyd Characters

Elwood Blues/The Blues Brothers

That Special Somebody... (complete, 2/2)

Squeeze and Please (one-shot)

I Need You (Blues Brothers AU, complete, 13/13)

Anything For You (one-shot)

Untilted Jake Blues One-shot (in the works)

Misc.

Dan Aykroyd Characters One-Shot Collection (updated May 9)

We Keep Watch For Each Other (Ellis Fielding/Loose Cannons, complete)

When I Start Lovin' I Just Can't Stop (Mike Weber/Soul Man, in progress)

The Way You Love Is Good As Money (Roman Craig/The Great Outdoors, in progress)

Let It Only Ever Be Me (Fred Garvin/SNL, one-shot)

Some Things Are Meant To Be (Roy/Love At First Sight (1977) coming soon)

Loving the Alien (Beldar Conehead, in the works)

Untilted Vic fanfic (Neighbors, in the works)

Untitled Darren "Mother" Roskow fic (Sneakers, in the works)

Untitled Joe Friday fic (Dragnet 1987, in the works)

Harold Ramis Characters

Someday Soon I'm Gonna Make Him Mine (Russell Ziskey, in progress)

Untitled Moe Green One-shot (in the works)

Untitled Steven Buchner One-shot (Baby Boom, in the works)

Will update these as I go along! Anything that's underlined is a link!

KEY:

In progress = currently posting chapters

Coming soon = enough is written for me to nearly be ready to start posting

In the works = not enough written to start posting, but it is actively being worked on

#I've been really slow recently writing stuff but it's all getting there! #my writing #ghostbusters #ghostbusters fanfiction #egon spengler #ray stantz #peter venkman #winston zeddemore #egon spengler x reader #egon spengler x oc #harold ramis #dan aykroyd #the blues brothers #elwood blues

[bixiebeet]

Reporter Bobbie Wygant interviewed Harold Ramis and other Ghostbusters stars. In this excerpt (mid video), he mentions not being involved in the National Lampoon’s Vacation sequel because he doesn’t believe in sequels.

Obviously things change, and Ramis was involved in Ghostbusters 2 and the 2009 Ghostbusters video game. (Dan Aykroyd characterized the game as being like the third movie.)

But frankly, I think it helps explain why Ghostbusters 1984 is so beloved and special, and the later movies didn’t live up to it in the same way. No offense to anyone who loves other GB media more! Taste is subjective and everyone is entitled to an opinion. However, the prevailing assessment from critics and audiences was that GB1 was a better film.

Obviously Harold, Dan, and company are talented, funny, successful, etc. With the GB franchise, I think they did a fantastic job creating a universe that blends comedy with spooky paranormal stuff and action. But I don’t think they were focused on deep character development. I doubt they imagined that 40 years later, Ghostbusters would remain in the cultural zeitgeist. I can’t blame them—who can anticipate that kind of impact!

All this to say, this is where all the wonderful fanfics and head canons fill the gaps for me. I love reading all your work and hearing your ideas. The original creators didn’t focus on these personal elements of the story, but all of you do, and that is amazing. ❤️❤️❤️

#ghostbusters 1984 #harold ramis #ghostbusters #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters 2 #hot takes #film making #thoughts on writing #I could be wrong! #fandom appreciation #Youtube

[deviantartdramahub]

There's another user I have also had beef with, the user is Superspyro7956 and also cupheadman57, this user very much has had a beef with me. I used to be on the same discord server as this guy/whatever they identify as and let's just say he/they acted overly possessive of Dan Aykroyd who I happen to like a lot as well, they acted like Dan belonged to them and they tried to 'speak for Dan' by saying Dan would be creeped out by fanfics I did about him and John Belushi and I thought the drama had been sorted out but he came back to do it again and yet the admins on the server totally thought I was being annoying?  Dude, Muppethell should have gotten banned and not me, he is problematic.  He thinks the child-catcher is sexy, he's a weirdo, he thinks he can speak for Dan Aykroyd as if he knows him when he likely doesn't.

Belushi has been dead since 1982, before this idiot was even conceived how dare he act like he thinks he knows what Belushi's family would have thought about fanart of his characters or what Dan Aykroyd would think of this sort of thing.

#submission

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I posted 1,713 times in 2022

That's 916 more posts than 2021!

24 posts created (1%)

1,689 posts reblogged (99%)

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I tagged 90 of my posts in 2022

#ray stantz - 8 posts

#ghostbusters - 6 posts

#dan aykroyd - 4 posts

#my pansexual heart just - 3 posts

#markiplier - 2 posts

#but i do listen to them sometimes - 2 posts

#iswm - 2 posts

#in space with markiplier - 2 posts

#i want - 2 posts

#sportacus - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and its sad to say i vaguely remember their voice but im exageratting it when i say i probably would just go full danhowell heart eyes mode

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

its weird with long distance relationship, esp if u have severe trust issues and keep asking urself if ure good enough for them, if they might lose interest in u, or worse if I might lose interest in them— but the moment we start talking (after what weeks?) the whole conversation is me just heart eyes on the screen and smiling asf that I think ppl rlly could guess from a mile far that I looked like a puppy in love.

and they're not wrong. I'm genuinely happy to be with them and for them I deeply wish them the best and I have and always try to be the bestest friend and lover for them.

i have know this for long that as long as I can, I'll give my full support on them and give them the treatment they truly deserves. who knows what'll happen in the future: if we do stay together, or we break up again, or we stay friends, or something more— ik that I'll try to be there for them.

8 notes - Posted May 9, 2022

#4

hi @sportacringe ehe I'm your secret friend and sorry in advance for delaying your present wayy latter than I should (work stuff) I planned to write u a hurt/comfort fanfic of that one ep of The First Day of Summer where if robbie DID fall down the hole and how Sportacus would react to it (it's still a wip :() so I whipped up Sportacus and Robbie wearing their very stageplay outfit! (Sportacus wearing Íþróttaálfurinn outfits in Afram Latibær and Robbie wearing Glanni Glæpur catsuit lol) hope you liked it :) 

9 notes - Posted November 17, 2022

#3

guys I have figured captain y/n name in iswm— it's captain upd

@lore-majesty

12 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#2

I've posted this on my insta yesterday but i also want to show my appreciation here—

To Dan, I know that the chance of me meeting you is nearly zero and I wouldn't get to thank him for creating ghostbusters & ray, but I still wanna say that, I thanked you decision to share your hyperfixation on the paranormals that inspires you to make this silly ghost movies because they now become my most favorite movie and I don't think any other can top these. Ray has just being the positive light in my life though I've only known you through the screens for two years and even then— he bring so much comfort and noted myself that I'm worth it. In ways I can't describe & deserving, thank you for making me felt loved and stay as my safe space in my down times.

Happy Birthday Dan Aykroyd<3

14 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

" I'm now convinced— that all of the kingsman dilfs, are true, submissive bottoms, " I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

"He's right, " they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the front row stands: Matthew Vaughn himself.

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[spook-central]

So you know how I said I was gonna write a short Ray fic based on that garage kiss in Some Kind of Wonderful?

GUESS WHAT I DID IT

I’ll be posting it here and on archive of our own! Find me there at egonspenglersnose and give it some love!)

It’s based on this scene and this song if you need a little more context! Enjoy!

•••

She Loves Me

Word Count: 2939

Warnings: none it’s fluffy!

The day had started off normally enough, aside from the usual craziness that often occurred around the firehouse. Spring was in the air, and after what had felt like a bleak and oppressive winter, it was finally time to open up the doors and air the place out.

It felt good, letting the spring air in, and it made your overtime far more bearable.

You often stayed late a few times a week to make sure everything was caught up on for the next day when things got busy during the work week, something which Janine always appreciated greatly. Tonight was no exception, but the sun staying out for a longer time in the evenings definitely made it more enjoyable.

It also helped that Ray had lingered behind this evening to work on the Ecto. You had always been incredibly fond of him, and it was obvious to just about everyone that a crush had blossomed on your part.

You recalled the day you had met him; they had hired you on the spot mainly because they needed the help but also because you had a fairly impressive resume, and Ray was one of the first of the guys you had been introduced to.

He was quite honestly one of the best looking men you had ever met, and so incredibly sweet. You immediately liked him and got a good feeling about him.

You loved how passionate he was about the Ecto, and his overall knowledge of cars had always impressed you. Even if you didn’t know much about them, you loved his enthusiasm for them and it easily rubbed off on you.

Now, as you finished up the last of your paperwork for the evening, you could hear him tinkering away not far from you. Ecto had her fair share of problems, but there was nothing Ray wouldn’t do for that car. It was like another member of the team, and you couldn’t imagine the guys doing anything without it.

Ray would occasionally come in from where he was working for something he needed, and your eyes would meet on occasion. You had never had the guts to tell him of your feelings. Ray was just so cute and enthusiastic about what he did that it was hard NOT to give him heart eyes 24/7.

From time to time, you would hear him shuffle in for a drink of water or a missing wrench that he had left in the lab, smiling at him as you took in the sight of his wild brown hair and big, sweet eyes. How was it fair for one human to be that cute? You felt like you were sixteen again with the way you wanted to fawn over him.

However, restraint was a quality you possessed as well, and you hoped that you had been able to be somewhat subtle around him.

Oh well, maybe someday you would have enough courage. Sighing as you finished up your paperwork for the night, you stood to stretch your back, adjusting your jeans, purse and blouse as you made your way towards the door.

“She still down and out?” You asked Ray as you came to stand carefully beside the lovely car he had so caringly constructed and repaired. It really was his baby, in a funny way, and you respected the work that had gone into it a great deal. Ecto kept the guys in one piece, and you gave the vehicle a sweet little pat on the roof as if to say thank you.

“Not if I have anything to say about it,” he said, his voice echoing off of the metal interior before attempting to stand up too quickly and bumping his head on it. “Ow!”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it always gets me like that,” he chuckled, rubbing the spot on the back of his head that had been bumped and smiling that sweet, bright smile of his at you that always made you melt. “Are you headed out for the day?”

“Yup, unless you need anything else from me that is,” truth be told, you would’ve gladly stayed all night just to hang around with him. Ray seemed hesitant to fully say Goodnight, and you couldn’t help wondering if he was thinking the same thing.

“Well, uh...hand me the socket wrench?” You had gotten a fairly decent rundown of which tools were which upon receiving your first car as a teenager thanks to your father, so luckily you knew exactly what he needed. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing,” adjusting your purse on your shoulder, you couldn’t help asking about a case that had piqued your interest. “How did that class 5 turn out?”

“The one from yesterday?”

“Yeah, that one sounded nuts!”

“It was,” he laughed, “Venkman’s aim is getting better, he didn’t make any chandeliers explode this time.”

“I thought that one was Egon?”

You both laughed, and part of you was thrilled at how naturally conversation came for the both of you.

Needing a socket wrench turned into needing pliers, but soon enough Ray ran out of tools to need and it was clear that he really just wanted to spend time with you. You weren’t about to object in the slightest, comfortably sitting on a nearby stool and watching as he worked.

Truth be told, he had liked you ever since meeting you on that first day. You were always kind to him, and listened to anything he had to say no matter how out there it was.

He also couldn’t help thinking that you were incredibly pretty and very smart, but his own shy nature prevented him from saying so the way he wanted to.

A long time passed with you talking to Ray as he worked, and it was quite nice. The sun was setting now, the light golden as it streamed in from the open door beside the Ecto, but you didn’t mind.

“So Venkman seriously busted up this woman’s entire China cabinet?” The conversation had strayed back to Venkman now, and you couldn’t help laughing. He was such an odd duck, and you always got a kick out of him and his wild antics.

“We were able to blame it on the ghost being rowdy, but my god, it was a mess!” Ray tried to smooth back his messy hair as he laughed again, his hands covered in engine grease and not helping the situation much.

“He seems like he can be a real peach when he’s not causing trouble,” you rolled your eyes, smiling as Ray closed up the Ecto’s hood.

“He teases me plenty, that’s for sure, but I love him. He’s one of my best friends,” Ray was clearly fond of Venkman, and you didn’t doubt that their bond was a special one.

“What on earth does he tease you about?”

“Mostly my luck with women. Not that his is anything to go by,” this got a gut laugh out of you, and you were surprised by how witty Ray could be at times.

“No kidding. What, does he think you haven’t got game or something?”

“He tells me women won’t want to kiss me since I smoke so much.” Ray rolled his eyes, and you couldn’t help thinking about how far from the truth that actually was. “Or he acts like I don’t know how to do it at all. I mean, sure, I spend a lot of time at work but I’m not a complete hermit.”

You both laughed again, and you sat your purse on the ground as you got a rather cheeky idea. Was it even smart to try and approach things like this? Would he go for it? God, you hoped so.

“I’m sure you know how. I mean, everybody has a general idea of how to lay a proper smooch on someone if they want to.”

He raised an eyebrow at this, thinking the phrasing was humorous and wanting to hear more from you on this subject in particular.

“A ‘proper smooch’?”

“Yeah, you know. The kiss that kills. Butterflies and rainbows and all that stuff.”

He watched you as you took a few causal steps toward the Ecto now, the gears visibly turning in his head. Was this some subtle attempt at flirting?

The nearby radio, which had been playing softly in the background the whole time, played a song that perfectly fit the mood, the lyrics softly ringing out as you contemplated what to say next.

‘Who made the rule

that I should always play the fool?

All the nights I suffered

when I need not have bothered…’

“I don’t think I’ve ever had one of those, now that I think about it,” he admitted with a half smile.

“I uh...I think I’ve gotten close, but never all the way there,” you tucked a bit of hair behind your ear, watching as Ray adjusted his uniform, which he still had on. It had smudges of engine grease on it now, and you found it endearing.

He realized that this chance was now or never, gauging by the look in your eyes that you wanted what he wanted and deciding to go for it.

“How would it work? I mean...you seem like you know more about it than me,” he took a step closer, and you knew your eyes were shining in an undeniably flirty way.

“Oh you—you want me to show you?”

“I mean...if you feel up to it. I’m no expert and I could use the help.” Cheeky man, you thought. You could certainly show him if that was what he wanted.

“Do you have your eye on somebody, Ray?”

He wiped his hands on a nearby rag, the tension heightening as you watched them and then met his eyes again. You had always had a thing for those wonderful hands of his.

“I guess you could say that, yeah,” he nodded, his big brown eyes warm and sincere and you knew what he wanted to say but didn’t right then.

Instead of pressing further, you nodded, thinking this might be the most fun lesson you ever had the pleasure of teaching anyone as you got right into it.

“Well...I mean, first you have to start off in a stationary position. That helps,” he was closer now, and your cheeks flashed a soft tinge of pink as the space between you lessened. You didn’t usually have it in you to be playful, but decided to gently hop up on the hood of the Ecto in an attempt to bring him closer. “Come a little closer than that. Can’t do a thing from that far away.”

You moved to scoot nearer to the edge of the hood, willing Ray closer and practically beaming as he closed the space between you both more and more with each step.

Had anyone else sat on the hood like this, Ray might have gotten finicky, but the sight of you so close to the car he loved so much actually only ended up getting him going even more.

“It definitely helps,” he rubbed the back of his neck now, seeing that this had clearly turned into something beyond just a lesson in kissing techniques. You could smell his cologne now that he was so close, which only seemed to set your senses on overdrive even further.

“Now, uh...do you know where your hands go?”

His eyebrows raised in what seemed like a mix of curiosity and confusion, and you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched now that he stood directly in front of you.

“My hands?”

“Yeah. They go on the hips of whoever you’re kissing,” the mood had certainly shifted now, and you felt more daring than you ever had before. A timid smile crossed your face as Ray allowed you to guide his hands to the appropriate place, and the realization that this was definitely about to happen made your stomach do leaps.

“Hips, got it.” God, his hands were so strong and steady and you didn’t even care if this got engine grease on your jeans, it was just thrilling to have him this close.

“Okay, now look into my eyes. Eye contact is important.” The both of you gave a shy, breathy chuckle as your eyes met, and you playfully shoved Ray’s chest. “Come on, we’ve gotta take this seriously if you want to learn anything.”

“Sorry, I get a little skittish with these things,” he admitted, and you shook your head with a smile.

“It’s okay, but the lesson isn’t quite over yet,” you said, your cheeks noticeably warmer. The tension was enough to make your heart race.

“Alright, and uh...after that?”

“Well, uh...my hands go here,” you reached up to loop your arms around his neck, inevitably bringing him directly between your legs and causing Ray to clear his throat.

“How do you, uh...I mean, how do you know that that happens every time?”

“I watch a lot of TV, I guess,” you managed a soft laugh with this, “now, uh...close your eyes.”

Ray’s heart was pounding. Was this seriously about to happen?

“Close my—? Oh, yeah, okay.” He nodded a bit, doing as you said and knowing he had wanted this for what felt like forever. He was so handsome up close, and you couldn’t believe your luck.

It was time to go in for the kill, and you didn’t waste a second.

Leaning in, the first contact was soft and exploratory, and it took Ray a moment to figure out exactly how to respond. But once he got the angle right, it was everything you had described and more.

The music swelled on the radio nearby, and you thought you could’ve melted right then and there.

‘The minutes that we missed

idle lips that should’ve kissed

and now gently together

The first kiss lasts forever

She loves me, she loves me

Oh and she loves me, all the time…’

Tilting his head a bit, Ray found just the right angle, and one kiss turned into what felt like a million. Your hands made their way into his hair, that hair you loved so much that often seemed to fly out in all directions.

His lips were soft and very pleasant to kiss, and it occurred to you that he must use lip balm of some kind. Ray himself couldn’t believe this was happening. He honestly couldn’t fathom how he had been lucky enough to end up kissing you like this, but he was, and he was putting everything he had into it.

Ray’s mind moved at a million miles a minute. All he could think about was how it felt when you moved in a rhythm with him, how soft your lips were, your soft body, and how GOOD you smelled—

He nearly sighed as he felt your leg brace around him to bring him in as close as possible, gripping your jeans to pull you close by your hips in return.

You nearly melted into a puddle on the floor at the feeling of his grip, so strong and firm on you like he couldn’t bear to leave any space between the two of you at all.

He must have shaved that morning, you thought, having expected him to have at least a little stubble and feeling surprised that there was none. Where on earth had Ray learned to kiss so well? Boy would Venkman have egg on his face if he knew about THIS.

Unfortunately for you both, you had to break away and breathe at some point, just looking at each other until you finally managed to speak.

“Well, uh...Venkman was wrong. Way wrong. Wow.”

“It was...I mean, was it like you said? Butterflies and—and all that for you too?”

“Are you kidding?” You laughed, “sheesh, I didn’t know you had that in you. You wouldn’t have any trouble hooking any woman you wanted if you kissed her like that.”

He seemed surprised and incredibly flattered, looking down and then back up at you with a grin and eager brown eyes.

“Was it obvious at all that I was referring to you?”

“I kind of hoped that was the case,” both of you grinned then, the final chorus of the song fading out in the background as the spring breeze blew in once more.

‘She loves me, she loves me

Oh and she loves me all the time…’

You couldn’t resist leaving a sweet peck on Ray’s cheek just because you could, earning a bright smile from him as he got a somewhat playful gleam in his eye.

“The guys are gonna be gone for the rest of the evening, and I don’t have anything else planned...would you want to grab some dinner with me?”

“Sure, but only if we can do more of this afterwards,” you giggled, and Ray helped you off the hood of the Ecto to stand you up and kiss you so that he could press you flush against him now. You were sure you looked like a cartoon character with birds chirping around your head as he pulled away.

“You drive a hard bargain,” Ray said, unable to keep from grinning as he took your hand, “but you’ve got yourself a deal.”

What a lesson to teach with anyone, you thought. He was a fast learner, that was for sure.

Picking up your purse, the two of you headed out, and you couldn’t help humming that lovely chorus to yourself one last time.

‘She loves me, she loves me

Oh and she loves me all the time…’

#ghostbusters #dan aykroyd #ray stantz #ray stantz x reader #ray stantz fanfic #ghostbusters fanfiction

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), dom/sub relationship

My hand roamed through rays hair as he pressed his face into my neck from behind. His arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. Dana and the rest of the orchestra were under the gazebo, playing as Winston danced with his spouse. We gently swayed as the music played, a small smile grew on my face as I felt ray kiss my neck.

“enjoying yourself?” I whispered. Ray nodded. “Words Raymond.” He chuckled and kissed my neck again.

“Yeah. This is nice.” He whispered back. “Reminds me of our wedding day.” A bigger smile tugged at my lips as I remembered the moment he was talking about.

“yeah. It does.” I agreed. Ray lifted his head to kiss me. “Makes me think about our wedding night.” Ray blushed, squeezing my waist slightly.

“a repeat of that night wouldn’t be terrible.” He said softly, eyes roaming over my face. I smiled at him and nodded.

“it wouldn’t.” I agreed. The music ended and the dj took over. “Do you think Winston would be pissed if we left early?” I turned in rays arms and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I think he’d be more pissed if we snuck out. Or worse ended up in the bathroom.” Ray chuckled, swaying to the music. He moved his hands over my hips, pulling me closer against him. “One dance and we’re gone. How’s that?” I nodded and laid my head on his shoulder.

“funny that he had them play our song.” I said, running my fingers through rays hair. I twirled the ends around my finger, glad that it had grown out some since he’d had to cut it to get all the marshmallow out. Ray hummed, smiling softly at me before pressing a kiss to my head. “You dog!” I laughed, pulling away to look at him. I gently shoved his chest as I laughed. “How did you convince him?”

“I didn’t. Peter made a bet with egon that he’d leave before any of us did.” Ray shrugged. “Winston heard and well let’s just say we’re all tired of Peter winning all the time.” We both glanced over to where Dana was talking with the other musicians. Peter was fidgeting next to her, glancing at his watch every so often. I shook my head.

“let’s head out.” I said softly, pressing a kiss just below rays ear. “The song sure helps but I think the look on Peter’s face when you go to the firehouse tomorrow is worth it.” Ray grabbed my hand and we hurried over to Winston. He smiled at us and shook his head.

“and here I thought egon was going to leave first.” Winston laughed. He shook rays hand as his spouse looked on in amusement. “Alright. Just don’t be too smug about it tomorrow when egon splits the winnings. Have fun you two.” Winston winked at us before hugging me. Ray and I blushed and headed out hand in hand. I looked back over my shoulder once to see Peter’s pissed off face. I laughed and turned back towards ray when he looked over at me.

“you should have seen the look on venkmans face.” I said as we got into the car. Ray held my hand the whole drive home and eagerly pulled me up the stairs, fumbling slightly with the keys when we reached the door. “Take a breath ray. We have all night.” Ray slumped against the door slightly.

“that does not help.” He sighed, glancing at me. When he finally got the door open and had entered, I spun him around and pushed him against it. Ray gulped as the door slammed closed behind him. “You missed the door knob this time.” He breathed out, eyes blown wide and cheeks adorably flushed.

“good.” I muttered before using his lapels to pull him into a kiss. “The height on that thing is shit.” Ray chuckled as he dipped his head to kiss along my jaw.

“you’re telling me.” He said, smiling as he nipped along the skin. “Bottom or top tonight?” I was walking backwards, pulling him by his lapels, to our bedroom.

“I want you on top of me.” I breathed out, putting one hand on his cheek to draw his lips back to mine. I reached for rays tie and tugged it off, watching his hair bounce back into place. Ray gave me a goofy grin as he started to undress me. I pulled him back for a kiss as I started to unbutton his shirt, slowly moving my tongue into his mouth when his jaw dropped with a moan.

“fuck.” Ray whimpered as I pulled away. I smiled at him and ran my fingers through his chest hair. “I need you.”

“you have me baby.” I whispered. Ray shook his head, dropping to bury his head in my neck. “What do you need sweetheart? You need to tell me.”

“you.” Ray breathed out as I reached down to palm him through his dress pants. “I need you.” I squeezed him gently and ray moaned. “I need to fuck you. Feel you.” He moaned again, breaking off as I pushed down his pants and underwear. Ray mouthed at my neck, grazing his teeth against my collarbone.

“that’s it baby.” I moaned. “Tell me what you need. Tell me how to make you feel good.” I pushed my fingers through rays hair, pressing him closer to me as he took my pants off blindly.

“need to fuck you.” Ray said, pulling away. His mismatched eyes locked onto mine, wide and loving. “Need to come.” I cupped his cheeks and brought him down for a sweet kiss. Ray hummed as his hands started to roam, hovering over my body.

“touch me ray.” I breathed out. His hands made contact with my hips, fingers flexing against my skin. I breathed out through my nose harshly as ray started to slowly map my body. “Raymond. Please.” I sighed as he started to kiss along my jaw. “Fuck me baby.” Ray pulled back slightly and looked at me, love drunk and needy. I nodded at him and he lined himself up, eyes only flicking down for a second before he locked eyes with me again. My fingers were still tangled in his hair and I tugged gently as he entered me. We both moaned at the feeling as ray bottomed out.

“Jesus.” Ray breathed out. Moving my hands down to his shoulders, I pushed him down. Ray hesitated for a second while I encouraged him to settle more of his weight on me.

“I’ve told you before ray, it’s ok. I like your weight on me.” I said softly, scratching his scalp lightly. Ray nodded and laid down some, settling his weight on his forearms next to my head. As I pulled him in for another kiss, ray started to slowly rock into me. I moaned against his lips. Ray groaned as I titled my hips up to meet his. One of my hands trailed out of his hair and settled on his back, my nails occasionally digging into his skin as he picked up speed.

“(Y/N). Fuck.” Ray whimpered. My hand trailed lower and I squeezed his ass cheek as he thrust into me fully. Ray moaned, his head falling back at the feeling.

“feel so good baby.” I murmured, unable to take my eyes off him. “Almost there. You can do it. Fucking me so well.” I kissed his cheek as ray tried to duck his head again. “Make me come baby.” Rays breath hitched as he lost his rhythm, rutting into me with abandon. We both tumbled over the edge together, each of us moaning the others name. Ray collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my legs around his waist while my hand went to his hair. My other arm was wrapped around his shoulders tightly. Ray made a noise and kissed my neck.

“you ok?” He asked softly. I nodded, pressing a kiss to his head.

“yeah. Never better.” I said softly. “You ok?”

“never better.” Ray said, lifting his head and smiled at me. I smiled back as I ran my fingers through his hair again. “Love you.”

“love you too.” I said as I pulled him down for a kiss. “So much.”

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[watchoutfortheghost]

CHAPTER I

She grabbed a folder full of papers and a thermos already full of cold coffee. A half-buttoned bag dangled over her shoulder, tilting under the weight of her packed belongings. With a quick step, she walked to the door in time for the departure of the afternoon bus that bypasses New York's traffic jams.

- See you tomorrow Albert! - she waved her hand to the security guard who was sitting by the exit. The man smiled in response and nodded.

The woman walked through the revolving door and turned right towards the bus stop. Unfortunately it was hard for her to run in the heels she had put on today. Despite the inconvenience, she tried a quick jog to make it to the vehicle. At the last moment she got on, out of breath and disheveled. Tired, she sat down on a vacant seat by the window. Today was a hard day, not only she had a deadline for an article, but also she had to conduct an extensive interview with the mayor of New York. She did not like him, unfortunately, in the profession of a journalist you do not always interview who you want.

She worked      at the Daily News         newspaper for five years. She mainly interviewed New York City personalities, mostly politicians. She graduated from journalism and social sciences at Columbia University. She got the job by chance - one of the newspaper's editors read her piece in the university newspaper on crime in the Bronx. She was offered an internship with the possibility of permanent employment, plus her student loan was to be paid off. A series of good fortunes came to an end at that point. Since the hiring and the series of good articles, she stopped being appreciated. She lived in the shadow of the editor-in-chief, who collected praise from the board. She tried not to worry about work, appreciating the little things in her life. She could afford a small apartment on Grove Street, had a circle of devoted friends with whom she went out on the town every week, and a fat black cat named Elton. Just an ordinary young woman in an ordinary New York City.

Stepping off the bus, she noticed her disheveled walnut hair in the driver's mirror. She quickly removed the rubber band from her wrist and made a loose bun. As she walked she put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it. She walked towards the apartment, passing all kinds of people. She stopped at a shop to buy a frozen pizza and orange juice. Holding the shopping package in one hand and the thermos in the other, she pushed the heavy door open with her back. Seeing this, the janitor ran up and held the door for the woman.

- And you are loaded as standard... - the man laughed.

- Such is my fate. - She laughed - How was your day today? Anything going on?

- You know I did. - ...he had his eyes on me. - Mrs. Banett on the fourth floor reported a ghost flying around her apartment.

- A ghost? - The brunette furrowed her brow.

- Yes, a ghost... So the ghost specialists who advertised on TV came. Did you see?

- Yeah...' she muttered. - But I think it's a picnic, and Mrs. Benett, in her old age, is already seeing things.

- Still, be careful. - the grey-haired janitor was worried.

The woman said goodbye and headed for the elevator. She waited impatiently for its arrival, feeling a growing hunger in her stomach. To her delight it arrived empty. She stepped in and clicked the button for the 6th floor. The doors slowly closed and the elevator moved up. Unfortunately it stopped abruptly at the fourth floor and the woman stepped away from the opening doors. To her surprise, a tall brunette man in a cream-colored uniform stepped into the elevator. On his back he carried something like an electronic backpack connected by a cable to a black rifle. However, it was not a traditional weapon. He also wore very strange glasses on his forehead. She also noticed his right arm, which had a logo sewn on it - a crossed out ghost. She immediately guessed who the man was, but she did not intend to talk to him. For her it was only a group of circus performers who tried to make money on human stupidity.

She moved closer to the wall to avoid eye contact with the man. The man greeted her culturally and stood on the other side, clearly noticing her reluctance. He did not intend to stand in silence, however.

- Unfortunately, it's still a bit of a problem. - He answered as if to himself. - Mhm... - she grunted, trying to avoid further conversation.- Hopefully we'll be able to catch him by tonight, though. Group 5 ghosts are pretty hard to catch at times. - scratched his head. - Do you believe in ghosts?

- No. - she replied maliciously.

- You'll believe it when you have the same problem as Mrs. Benett. - He laughed. - Then you'll call us. 

- I won't call. - Susanna grew more and more impatient until she reached the 6th floor and could leave the intrusive man. 

Suddenly the elevator shook and for a moment the lights went out. The brunette lost her footing, but the man quickly caught her and saved her from the accident. They both looked at the glowing elevator buttons, which suddenly went out. They stopped, hanging between floors. 

- Great. - the woman was furious.

- The ghost must have chewed through the cables leading to the elevator. Until Vekman and Egon catch him and call for help, we have to stay here...

- Is there really nothing more you can do? - she was heartbroken at the thought of spending the whole afternoon with that man.

- Despite the fact that I have a PhD and have fixed things like this before, there is nothing I can do about it. We have to wait. -he smiled.

The journalist rolled her eyes. Furious, she sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall. The ghostbuster did the same. He took off his heavy equipment and sat down opposite her. He unbuttoned his uniform slightly, revealing a slightly black T-shirt. The brunette began nervously pulling a thread from the slightly ripped seam of the jacket. Silence reigned, occasionally broken by the sound of water flowing through the drains. The man surreptitiously tried to look at the woman. She had walnut long hair and a straight fringe falling down, which added to her beauty. She was very pale, as if she had never tanned. She kept biting her raspberry lips and her bright blue eyes roamed the room. The powder jacket she had on was already badly creased, from working in it for so long. She had slim hands, and he liked the color of her wine-colored nails very much. She looked like a classy but busy woman. She took care of her appearance, her face was covered with light makeup that highlighted her beauty. What clearly attracted his attention was her height and slim long legs, he had not seen such a tall woman for a long time. She was attractive, but he knew she was not his type. He was not like Vekman handsome and talkative. He always envied him his success among the fair sex. Once he even gave him lessons in hookup, but he was never so charismatic. He resigned himself to his fate - a lonely scientist, whose only love was Ecto-1 and science.

- Brrrr... - the silence was broken by a strange muffled sound. 

The brunet startled and began searching with his eyes for where the sound was coming from. Susanna knew it was her stomach, which was starving. She became visibly abashed and reddened. She tried to muffle the sound again by hugging her belly tightly. The man, however, noticed it.

- Are you hungry? - he looked at her with his big brown eyes.

- A little bit... - she answered embarrassed.

- Please... - the man opened his pocket and took out a Twinkie bar. From the wrapping it was obvious that it had been sitting in the Slayer's pocket all day. Susanna, clearly surprised by the gesture, looked into the eyes of the man, who smiled at her:

- Please, you need this more than I do. It won't even hurt me if I starve a little. - he joked and looked at his belly. Yes, the man had a slightly chubby face and his belly stood out slightly. However, he was not fat, on the contrary, he had this type of beauty. It also gave him a lot of charm, which the journalist noticed.

- Thank you. - she held out her hand for food.

- No problem. - he said happily. 

The man was very positive despite the situation at the moment. He had a childlike charm and an empathetic gaze. Susanna felt stupid because of her earlier behavior. She had judged the man in advance, who in reality was just being nice. She extended her hand towards him:

- I am Susann, Susann Czarnecka... - she smiled warmly, looking at him. 

- Raymond Stantz, but they call me Ray. - He shook the woman's delicate hand. - You have an interesting name...

- A lot of people tell me that. - Squeezing Ray's hand, she could feel his slightly rough hands that often worked on improving Ecto-1 - My dad is Polish. It's such a small country located in central and eastern Europe.

- I know where Poland is, even though I run after ghosts I haven't forgotten the world map yet. - He laughed. - Do you want one? - he took out a packet of cigarettes.

- I would like one.

The man handed her the pack. She opened it and popped a single cigarette into her mouth, then leaned toward him. She came close to him so that he could smell her floral perfume. For a moment he felt embarrassed because it had been a long time since a woman so attractive had been this close to him. He felt the warmth engulfing him and the drops of sweat that slowly began to appear on his forehead. Wanting to break it up, he stopped looking at her and quickly reached for the lighter to light her cigarette. Susanna leaned her head against the wall and let the cigarette smoke rise with evident pleasure. He stared at her in silence slowly realizing that he had a crush on her. He fought with himself, trying to rationalize that he didn't know her. The girl noticed that Ray was still looking at her.

- What are you looking at?  - she furrowed her brow.

- I'm sorry. I was just thinking. - He got embarrassed. In order to quickly stop the embarrassing subject he said:

- What do you do?

- Journalism. - She took another drag on her cigarette and let the smoke out after a while. - I will not ask a similar question to you. But I wonder what you did before? - She looked at the patch on Ray's uniform. - I worked at the university. I did some parapsychology, and sometimes I did some construction, but it was just a hobby...

- Did you build this? - She pointed her finger at the backpack.

- You could say that. - He scratched his head. - Egon designed it, and I built it.

- I'm impressed. I'm purely into baking as a hobby and so far what I'm getting out are charred cookies....They both laughed and looked at each other at the same time. There was a silence that lasted a moment. Susanna thought for a moment that Ray wasn't as bad as she expected. The man at the same moment was fixated on her eyes, which he liked incredibly. He felt that he was even ready to ask her out. He even opened his mouth, but...            

The sound of bolts being unscrewed rang out above their heads. A small metal alcove rose and in it appeared the heads of Egon and Vekman. - I see you've caught the nice spirit too. - Peter joked, looking at the young journalist with his eyes. Egon completely ignoring the woman turned to Ray:- We caught him at the last minute. He almost got away from us. Unfortunately, we need to upgrade the power of the proton flux because its power decreases with prolonged use.

- I wonder if I shouldn't use the structure the Doctor used in 65',

Ray began, but was interrupted by Susanna: - Excuse me, but can you continue your scientific gibberish after you get out of the lift? I've been sitting here for four hours and I'm not going to spend another one... - she grimaced. 

- Ray why didn't you entertain the lady? - Vekman cut to the man, who blushed. 

- It was Mr. Raymond's company that saved me from dying of boredom, so you can spare your remarks. - Susanna silenced the sarcastic Slayer and surprised Ray in one go with her defence. 

- I'll be kind if you gentlemen will help me get out of here.

The woman held out her arms to Egon and Vekman, who bent down to pick her up. Ray linked his arms so she could climb up slightly with one foot. A moment later the four of them were standing in the corridor of the building. 

- Long day... - stretched Peter. - Time to go, boys. - Let me walk Mrs. Czarnecki to the door. - Ray said. 

Vekman and Ray were clearly surprised by this. They exchanged glances with each other, understanding the situation. 

- In that case, I'll see you downstairs. - Peter patted his friend on the pelts. - Good night! - He winked at the woman.

- Good night. - She was upset by the gesture. 

- Heavy calibre... - whispered Egon Vekman. - According to the calculus of probability and psychological science I think that Ray has about 0.0345% chance... - answered Egon impassively. 

- Please don't just say your calculations for Ray - amused replied Vekman.

The men disappeared going down the stairs, whispering to each other. By this time Susanna and Ray were left alone. The man smiled shyly:

- Sorry about my colleagues, they're pretty specific.

- I understand. - she replied dryly. - But it is not your fault. - she smiled slightly.

She was clearly tired. The whole day at work and the four-hour forced stay in the elevator made her feel like after a marathon. All she dreamed of was a warm bath and a tasty dinner in front of the TV.

She moved in silence with a slow step along the hallway. Ray moved behind her.- Where do you live? - He asked. 

- Right here. - stood by a wooden door, slightly damaged. - Thank you for the candy bar. - she smiled.

- Thank you. - Ray said dreamily.

- Excuse me? - the girl looked surprised. 

The man felt embarrassed, knowing that he had said his thoughts out loud. He tried to save the situation:

- I'm the one to thank... Yyy for eating that candy bar... - inside he broke down with his excuse.

- Okay... - the girl looked at him with suspicion, casually turning the key in the door. - ...because, you know, I don't like that kind of candy bar... - he was getting deeper and deeper.

- Good night! - the girl interrupted the awkward argument by giving Ray a gentle kiss on the cheek.

The man visibly froze and stared dully at her. Susanna turned and disappeared, closing the door in his face. Ray stood still for a moment trying to process within himself what had happened.

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[ghostbustersreborn]

Chapter 2

“"get her!"" peter mocked ray.

tara rolled her eyes.

"that was your whole plan?" peter asked ray. "get her?" "it was scientific." he teased.

"i thought it was a good idea." tara voiced.

ray turned to her. "thank you."

she nodded in response.

"tara thinks everything you and egon do is cool." peter reminded him.

"yeah, because they're cool and you're not." tara informed him.

peter pretended to act hurt.

"i-i just got overexcited." ray admitted. "i mean, but-but wasn't it incredible, pete? i mean, we actually touched the etheric plane."

trailing not too far behind was egon, who was busy looking at his PKE meter.

"you know what this could mean to the university?" ray rambled.

tara went and joined with egon. wanting to know what he was working on.

"what is it?" tara asked him.

egon showed her the device, before going over to the boys to share to them what he had shared with tara.

"i wouldn't say the experience was completely wasted." egon noted. "according to these new readings, i think we have an excellent chance of actually catching a ghost and holding it indefinitely." he explained.

peter looked at them in disbelief.

"well, this is great!" ray cried.

egon and ray started walking together, leaving tara and peter behind.

peter quickly caught up to them, with tara following shortly behind.

"spengs, you serious about this catching a ghost?" peter questioned.

"i'm always serious." egon truthfully answered.

"don't question the professionals, dad." tara ordered.

"egon, i'm gonna take back some of the things i've said about you." peter confessed.

tara remembered all of the dumb things peter would say about egon and ray, going from dimwits to very foul words she'd rather not mention. he mostly said those things when he was drunk.

peter pulled out a candy bar, handing it to egon.

egon looked down at it in confusion.

"you've-you've earned it." he told him.

ray chuckled. finding it amusing.

*

"the possibilities are limitless." ray said as they entered the university building.

there was another man in the room, moving around boxes. tara's eyes widened, thinking the absolute worst.

"oh no." she whispered.

"hey, dean yeager." ray greeted the boys' boss.

dean turned around, looking at them with a smile on his face.

it didn't seem genuine to tara.

dean slowly approached them, as a man holding a large tank came exiting through the door they just came through.

"i trust you're moving us to better quarters on campus?" peter hoped.

"no, you're being moved off campus." the dean corrected him.

tara sighed.

"excuse me." tara made herself known to the dean. "but, why?"

"the board of regents has decided to terminate your grant." the dean clarified. "you are to vacate these premises immediately."

tara was in shock. why, the sudden termination? what did they do?

"this is preposterous. i demand an explanation." peter ordered, speaking for the whole group.

"fine." the dean gave in. "this university will no longer continue any funding of any kind for your group's activities." he explained.

"but the kids love us." he argued.

"dr.venkman, we believe that the purpose of science is to serve mankind." he went on.

ray watched sadly as a boy dragged one of his machines out of the room.

tara blocked the rest of what the man was saying out. she had been going to this university with her dad since she was born. this was where she met egon and ray. it was going to be hard to leave this all behind.

"your theories are the worst kind of popular tripe, your methods are sloppy, and your conclusions are highly questionable. you are a poor scientist, dr. venkman." the dean insulted him.

tara dropped her bag, creating a loud 'slam' when it hit the floor.

all eyes were on her.

"are you on drugs or something mr.dean? because my dad AND his friends have done more for this university than you have. YOUR methods are sloppy and what YOU do is highly questionable. so, maybe take a look in the mirror before you go and try to call people out for all the crappy flaws that you have!" tara thundered.

the dean had a look of hurt mixed with anger on his face, while a smile was plastered on ray's face, egon was surprised by tara's sudden outburst and for once in her life her dad actually looked like he was proud of her.

"get out now!" the dean ordered.

*

"this is a major disgrace." was the first thing ray said when they left the university.

tara stood off to the side, still processing over what she had said to the dean. she had a tendency to add herself into a conversation, especially when it had nothing to do with her which got her in trouble. she hated when people were mean to her father. she could be mean to her dad all she wanted, but when it wasn't her doing, she'd make those people regret it.

"forget M.I.T. or standford now. they wouldn't touch us with a 10-meter cattle prod." ray said with a shake of his head.

egon went over to tara, who had her head down and was thumbling with the zipper of her coat.

"are you okay?" egon asked her.

she looked up. "yeah." she lied.

she still couldn't comprehend the fact she wouldn't be going back to the university. she was so used to it. she hated change.

"it's going to be okay." egon assured her.

"thanks. i hope so." she replied.

egon and tara went over to the others.

peter was sat up on the ramp of the stairs. tara stood next to him, leaning up against the ramp.

"you're always so concerned about your reputation. einstein did his best stuff, when he was working as a patent clerk." peter argued.

"do you know how much a patent clerk earns?" ray questioned him.

"no." peter answered honestly.

"personally, i liked the university." ray admitted. "they gave us money and facilities."

"me too." tara said, quietly.

ray gave her a sad look, knowing how much leaving the university had an affect on her her.

he looked back to peter continuing the conversation. "you've never been out of college. you don't know what it's like out there."

peter rolled his eyes.

"i've worked in private sector, they expect results." he added.

"for whatever reasons, ray." peter pushed himself off the ramp. "call it fate, call it luck." he grabbed his bottle of alcohol before walking beside ray. "call it karma. i believe that everything happens for a reason."

tara stayed back. stuck in a world of her own as her dad went on.

he looked back, realizing tara wasn't following.

"tara, are you coming or are you just going to stand there looking like a statue?" he asked her.

tara closed her eyes, heaving out a breath before catching up with the two boys.

"i believe that we were destined to get thrown out of this dump." peter continued.

"for what purpose?" ray inquired.

"to go into business for ourselves." he shared.

he handed the bottle of alcohol over to ray, knowing he needed it.

tara felt like asking if she could get a sip, but she wasn't up for arguing with her dad over it so she decided not to even ask.

ray reluctantly took it, taking a small swig of it.

"this ecto-containment system that spengler and i have in mind is gonna require a load of bread to capitalize." ray set out. "where are we going to get the money?"

peter took the bottle from ray, he took a long swig from it. "i don't know. i don't know." he said before taking another swig from the bottle.

tara sighed. "of course you don't." she mumbled.

*

after a long hour and a half. the boys and tara left the city bank, with a sad looking ray trailing behind.

"you're never going to regret this, ray." was the first thing peter said to him when they walked out of the city bank.

"my parents left me that house, i was born there." ray told him.

"you're not gonna lose the house." peter assured him.

"don't get your hopes up ray, you know how my dad's terrible at keeping promises." tara reminded him.

"i know." ray said. "that's why i'm scared."

"there is no need to be scared! you won't lose the house and tara i am not terrible at keeping promises. you just have high expectations." peter defended himself.

"yeah, well that was when i was a baby. growing up made me realize i have to lower my expectations in order to live with you." tara shot back.

"you haven't done that much growing up, you're twelve." peter corrected her.

"yes, twelve but old enough to know when someone can't keep a promise." she defended herself.

peter sighed. he turned his attention back onto ray and went; "you're not going to lose the house. everybody has three mortgages nowadays."

"but at 19%?" ray inquired. "you didn't even bargain with the guy!"

"ray, for your information, the interest rate alone for the first five years comes to $95,000." egon stepped in.

"will you guys relax?" peter begged. "we are on the threshold of establishing the indispensable defense science of the next decade; professional paranormal investigations and eliminations." he announced.

"told you so." tara butt in.

"told me so what?" peter asked her.

"told you, you wouldn't be a skeptic for very long." she clarified.

"i didn't say i was a skeptic." peter defended himself.

"yes, you did. many times." she clarified.

"well, i'm not anymore. so i hope you're happy." peter said, putting an end to the conversation.

*

a couple more hours went by and the group came across a vacant firehouse for sale. after talking to the realtor, they were able to get a tour of the said firehouse.

"there's office space, sleeping quarters and showers on the next floor and there's a full kitchen on the top left." the realtor listed off.

"i could live here." tara said as she looked around.

"but it just seems a little pricey, for a unique fixer-upper opportunity that's all." peter conveyed. "what do you think, egon?"

"i think this building should be condemned. there's serious metal fatigue in all the load-bearing members. the wiring is sub-standard, it's completely inadequate for our power needs and the neighborhood is like a demilitarized zone." egon voiced.

"it's not that bad." tara shrugged.

"hey!" cried ray.

they all looked to the source of where his voice came from, a pole chipped away of it's paint stood with ray standing on the edge of it's ramp.

"does this pole still work?" he wondered, before sliding down it.

"where is it?" tara asked, excitement lined in her voice.

"up those stairs." he pointed.

tara nodded, running off to go and slide down the said pole.

"tara, come back here! we don't know how safe it is." peter called.

"well, i went down it and i'm still here." ray pointed out.

"yeah, but tara is clumsy." peter reminded him, while looking up just waiting for her to come crashing down.

tara slid down the pole like so, without falling or breaking any bones in the process.

"oh, thank god." peter sighed of relief. "i don't have the money or the time for medical bills."

"this place is great!" ray exclaimed.

"yeah. we should take it." tara agreed.

"when can we move in?" stantz asked. "you gotta try this pole. i'm going to get my stuff." he added, before running off to do so.

"i'm getting my stuff too!" tara cried, going to run in the opposite direction before peter picked her up by the back of her collar.

"hey! we should stay here tonight." ray suggested. "sleep here. you know, to try it out?" he said before going up the stairs.

"yes! we should!" tara exclaimed.

peter turned towards egon.

the lady slowly made her way over to the boys.

tara noticed her father was still holding her.

"can you put me down?" she politely asked.

peter carefully set her back down onto her feet.

"thank you." she mumbled.

peter turned to the smiling lady and went; "i think we'll take it."

"good." the lady replied.

*

tara woke up in the middle of the night with a jolt. sweat rolled down her face, as her breathing was heavy.

she looked around the darkened room, hearing nothing but snores coming from the next room.

she pulled her legs up to her chest, staying that way until she soon fell asleep again.

*

#ghostbusters #ghostbusters reborn #ghostbusters fanfiction #ghostbusters resurrection #egon spengler #peter venkman #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #harold ramis #bill murray #dan aykroyd #ernie hudson #fanfic #fanfiction #ghostbusters au

[monstermaster13]

Muppethell: calls Nathan out just because Nathan writes Dan Aykroyd fanfiction, and acts like he/they can speak for Dan Aykroyd

Werebelushi: Muppet, sweetie I'd hate to tell you this but if you don't like his stories, then maybe just maybe they're not for the likes of you. Really? You think they read like porn, oh you poor deluded creature. sarcastically Yes, it is Nathan's fault Dan Aykroyd is so sexy and thicc. Also you have a thing for the Childcatcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, okay, why? You do know that dude is supposed to be scary, right? Oh, you developed a fetish for him when you first saw the movie as a teen, huh? Well that exclaims that then. You always were fucked up. Also how cute, you think you can speak for Dan Aykroyd. Dan doesn't know who you are and even if he did, i'd be afraid of you if I was ihm, because if your Martin Short hyperfixation is enough to go by…yikes. I know you're the one who keeps trying to make MartinShortXSteveMartin a thing, they're married and straight for pete's sake, just because they work together doesn't make them gay. And also YOU called Nathan out and called him out on the Simp Central discord server when all Nathan did was be himself. sarcastically Oh noes, Nathan wrote fanfic about someone turning into the very same celebrity you like, horror of horrors. Oh Nathan should be so lucky that it reads like porn, as far as those fics go it doesn't go over PG-13 or R in terms of mature content so you know, Mel rarely does sex scenes or even nude scenes due to how self conscious she is. You would have a heart attack if you discovered Furaffinity, CYOC and Transformania Time exist. Oh yeah especially the latter, let's just say one that starts off as an elderly person turning younger and turning into a muscular demon only to turn into a sexy female demon goes full on Cronenberg meets HP Lovecraft where he/she turns into a writhing mess of body parts. Oh yes, and the horse dildo story in CYOC. Nathan doesn't deny his weirdness in the slightest, in fact he acknowledges it and is revered for it, heck up until you started bitching about him, the people on Simp Central loved him. Oh, your muturals should hear this, huh? What mutuals? Like what person would agree with your bullshit views? No one that's who. Trying to get the other server members to ditch Nathan didn't help your cause. Also fyi calling John Belushi, Dan Aykroyd's 'dead best friend', seriously? Way to undersell John and Dan's friendship, man-bitch. Also if your boyfriend likes you, your brother either has poor taste or he very much was drunk when he first started following you because I can't imagine anyone being attracted to you at all, also lastly…uhh, hello, you left your fucking documentation about your headcanons on a public link that anyone could click on and edit, it's YOUR fault. Nathan just happened to click on it, but hey…I guess now everyone knows how you wanted to adapt new headcanon for the curator character from Alice Cooper's Welcome To My Nightmare. Speaking of which, I am going to make sure that you won't be sleeping for the rest of your life, call me Freddy, because i'm your nightmare on elm street. Fyi, it's just fiction, dude. I am not impersonating Belushi nor do I claim I am him, I am not using his likeness and name for illegal use, it is not like I am making NFTs with Blues Brothers sunglassess or anything. Anyone can dress as Jake or Elwood, it's not a complicated look to pull off, anyone can wear a suit and tie. Besides, multiple Dan Aykroyds going around sounds like fun. I like the idea of being Dan or his characters, except if it's Vic Frohmeyer…I hate that guy. If I was the admin of that server I would have kicked you off instead.

[ectobitch]

What it would be like for Egon to have a crush on you pt 1

Denies it so hard

He will stay up at night staring at the ceiling thinking about you for hours until one day he gives in and admits to himself he has feelings for you

Whenever you go up to him he will suddenly jolt or look shocked because he’s not used to his heart rate going up to 200 when it’s usually at 60

Is a bit harsh towards you and tries to keep all contact with you work related until peter secretly snaps some sense into him

It’s work because he doesn’t like it when Peter snaps at him

He sometimes comes up to you at random times if you’re around and tell you facts about spores and fungus then go back to Ray and hold a thumbs up

If you have a special interest in something and mention it to him he will pretend to not really care but secretly go to the library sometime on the weekend and research as much information as he can on the interest

He will seem the most distant from you out of all the ghostbusters but it’s not your fault it’s just because he’s not good with his emotions and how to deal with them

The moments where it is really obvious that he likes you is when you are talking about something in detail that shows how smart you are and he’s just smiling at you with his head resting on his hand or swooning at you in some other way

At moments when the two of you are together he avoids eye contact no matter what but does that thing where he glances at you a lot and when he catches your eye his ears go red

In others words quite awkward

He tells Ray first because he trusts ray more to not make a big deal about it but Peter finds out by the small signs he leaves because he can just tell, don’t question it and then Winston finds out from one of Egons especially awkward moments that he was there to witness

The one time he does get up the courage to talk to you it was because Peter threatened that if he didn’t talk to you he would

When the conversation happened he tried to make a bad knock knock joke and when you laugh it changes his whole thinking process and the way he acts towards you

Slowly begins to become familiar with you and his feelings

He’s a lot kinder and talks to you a lot more often

He will broaden his conversation topics from his interests to your interests with all the information he had researched before

Let’s you in on ghostbuster inside jokes

#egon spengler #ray stantz #peter venkman #winston zeddemore #dana barrett #janine melnitz #ivan reitman #randy edelman #dan aykroyd #bill murray #ernie hudson #sigorney weaver #annie pots #harold ramis #1984 #1989 #columbia pictures #imagines #fanfic #fluff #crushes

[nopeferatu]

TY for the tag @us-ugay 🥺💗

People You Want to Get to Know Better

Favorite color: pink + yellow! :D

Currently reading: i was just talking abt this on twit last night but the last thing i read was an incomplete canon divergent Great Gatsby fanfic called To Buy the Moon and Stars (For You I Would) and it is a very lovely fic that i can't wait to read more of when the author updates!

Last song: uhhh it was either DONTTRUSTME or IMNOTYOURBOYFRIENDBABY by 3OH!3 🤔 was setting the mood while i was finishing up my alan piece

Last movie: Trading Places with Eddie Murphy and Dan Aykroyd

Last series: was rewatching The Simpsons last night as per usual lmao

Sweet, savory or spicy: savory 😌

Currently working on: nothing in particular atm but have some doodle and not safe for worms ideas floating around in my head

I'm gonna taaaaaaaag @mapleburger, @year81 and @heyheyjay :3